Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 291 Gin Wine
"I'm sorry, Gin, I'm on a mission, so you should find someone else." Calvados hung up the phone.

Tap, a glass of cocktail was placed on the table, and the bartender wiped the mixing glass.

"Mr. Gin, my father often told me a story. A fox found a nest of chickens behind a hole in the wall. He was too fat to get in. So he was hungry for three days before finally getting in. After a full meal, he couldn't get out. Here it comes, I can only get out after starving for three more days."

The bartender smiled, "Isn't life like this?"

"Heh, if I have the chance, I will definitely make myself a fox of moderate size."

Gin picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, got up and left Xinding Bar.

The bartender put away his glass and sighed.

……

Gin opened the door of the Porsche 356A parked on the side of the road, sat in the driver's seat alone, pulled out the cigarette lighter, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

He rested his head on the backrest, his eyelids slightly closed.

The vodka that usually sat in the driver's seat with a grin was gone.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't fired.

Vodka just mobilized a lot of relationships in the organization. He asked Rum for a half-month vacation, and traveled to Canada with a professor he had a good relationship with when he was studying at Tokyo University.

After Vodka left, the organization gave him several new tasks.

Although Gin is the person in charge of the Tokyo members, he does not have the right to act freely. One or more members need to act together to perform some sensitive tasks.

Now Tequila is busy overseeing the software that Itakura develops for the organization, and there are chores to attend to.

And Cohen was once picked on by some gangsters while walking on the road. Chianti helped him out, so he needed to avoid the limelight.

Calvados claimed he was too busy with the three-man mission of Cohen, Chianti and himself.

Not to mention Grabar, who is dealing with the affairs of the Sijing consortium, I am afraid that he needs less time than him.

As for Belmode, because he only needs to pretend to be Shigeto Yotsui's girlfriend and show up occasionally, it should be quite free, but he doesn't want to do tasks with Belmode.

Maybe he should really relax, as the bartender suggested?
Work and rest?It really sounds like a word that is very, very far away from him.

But Alex often said that, but never did it.

When he was just picked up by Alex and hadn't been sent to the organization's training base, he could only meet him in a hurry during dinner time.

Gin looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

His eyesight gradually faded.

……

"Hey, Kurosawa." A blond boy lay on the balcony, "Why do you never want to cut your hair? Are you pretending to be a monster?"

In the boy's cognition, even girls can only have short hair, and people with long hair seem to only see a few occasionally through the iron bars.

The boy's hair is very short, close to the scalp, and it can be judged that it is blond, only because the light shines on his head, shining golden.

The long-haired boy sat on a chair, looking down at Rawls's "A Theory of Justice."

"Hey!" The blond boy was obviously irritated by the long-haired boy's ignoring attitude, "Why are you ignoring people?"

"Are you talking to me?" The long-haired boy raised his head, but still clutched the book tightly.

It seemed to prevent others from snatching him while he was attracting attention.

"Who are you? There is no one else here." The blond boy burst out laughing, "Aren't you stupid?"

The long-haired boy lowered his head again, as if concentrating on the book.

But the slightly arched back shows that he is still vigilant.

"I guess you are really stupid." The blond boy curled his lips, "Every haircut day, you are disobedient, and then you are beaten and starved."

"I have the right to refuse, that's what the book says." The long-haired boy said coldly.

His attitude was firm and tough, not like a child.

The blond boy mocked; "Auntie said it all, everything in the book is fake, fake!"

As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the book.

"Get out." The long-haired boy stood up abruptly and pushed him against the wall.

The blond boy let go of the pain. He pouted his mouth in grievance and tried not to cry, "When you are hungry in the future, I will never secretly bring you food again."

The long-haired boy frowned, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the blond boy carefully, as if trying to remember who he was.

Then he sat back on the chair that was just in sunlight, picked up the book that had fallen on the floor, and opened the previous page.

"It's stupid to allow someone to compare your own head with a knife. You will die of carelessness one day."

The long-haired boy put his hair back behind his ears, and touched the scar behind his ears without any trace.

Auntie Litou cut it with a haircut because she didn't like him.

……

Beep, beep, the sound of the motorcycle's engine awakened Gin from his brief dream.

He raised his hand and covered his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Oh, what happened afterwards?"

He can't remember clearly, it was a long time ago, so long that it seems to have happened in the previous life.

He just remembered that some time, maybe a long time, or a short time after that, the headmaster asked all the children to get together and line up in two rows, one for the boys and one for the girls.

Everyone kept an absolutely equal distance, not allowed to move at all, as if locked in an invisible prison cell, bound by invisible iron chains.

At that time, he knew that someone was leaving the orphanage again.

But that had nothing to do with him, he couldn't remember the people there anyway.

Who will be missing, and what will happen?

But that time, the one who was selected was marked as disobedient, bad conduct, always fighting, and seriously rebellious.

The old man with neatly combed white hair didn't have much vicissitudes of life on his face, with expressions that were either rigid or exaggerated.

When I heard the staff say in shock that this child has serious problems and is not suitable to be the adopted son of a big man like him.

The old man grinned in a big, flamboyant grin.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

After that, he lived in a big house, no longer hungry, could study every day, and there was no set time for what he had to do.

The old man told him that freedom is a strong associated word, the more powerful he is, the more free he is, as long as he is strong enough, he will be free.

His future depends on how powerful he can become.

"Heh." Gin picked up the half-top hat that was set aside and put it on his head.

Life is so strange sometimes, no one knows what tomorrow will look like.

Has he turned into a powerful person?Is he free enough?
It had been a long time since the day of Alex's funeral, and he had no answer.

He doesn't know whether taking life with a cold gun barrel is powerful, and he doesn't know whether walking in the dark in disregard of the law can be called freedom.

Pop, the sound of breaking glass caught his attention.

The young men who got off the motorcycle seemed to be heading for the Xin Ding bar.

"That's right here, huh?" A young man with a cockscomb head kicked over a chair.

"Do you guys need anything?" The bartender smiled and wiped his glasses.

"Damn, you asked that last time, but you have nothing in this shabby bar, and the last drink was also poor, and it's fucking expensive!"

"You look down on us, don't you? Do you know who my brother is? Tm's Sumiyoshi will be a fierce wolf!"

"Smash me!"

The bartender sighed after glancing at the Porsche parked outside the bar that hadn't driven away.

"I'm sorry to have caused some discomfort to you, and I would like to compensate you for the losses you have suffered."

He took out [-] yen and placed it on the table.

Several punks looked at each other, and the bartender saw greed, which is a thing that will lead people into the abyss if it cannot be controlled.

That's what the devil has brought into the world to make people progress and make people suffer.

Maybe someone will change from a tramp to an entrepreneur because of this greed, go higher and higher, and enjoy all the glory and wealth.

Maybe there will be some people who will regret it for life, if there is still life.

"Send the beggar, right? Ah!?" The head of the cockscomb tightly grasped [-] yen and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Just as he was about to continue blackmailing, a dark shadow covered the light.

A few punks turned their heads in a daze, meeting those cold green eyes.

Their tall stature gave them great pressure.

But at this time, the effect of the punks gathering in groups can be brought into play.

He is alone, afraid of hair?
"What do you want?"

"Hush, look at his hair, it covers his ass, is he a bitch? Hahaha"

The gloved palm rests on the speaker's head and slams into the bar, splashing sawdust.

This is his bar, it's not suitable to use a gun, but blood can still be seen.

And blood can only be brought by guns. Earlier, he was more used to it with his hands.

Before the punks could react, people fell to the ground.

"Grass, the idea is a bit hard!" Cockscomb reached out and pulled at Gin's hair.

Gin's eyes were slightly absent-minded, and his hair was pulled in the direction of the cockscomb head.

Bang, the elbow hit Cockcombhead's abdomen, causing him to spit out a mouthful of acidic water and lie on the ground, never moving again.

"Clean up." Gin picked up the half-top hat and patted it, then turned and walked out.

He remembered a previous event, the follow-up to that dream.

After that, when he was punished to starve, or locked in a small dark room, Kashasa would still secretly bring him something to eat.

Sometimes it's half a loaf of bread, sometimes it's a whole apple.

I remember once in the cafeteria, the oldest child deliberately bumped into him, then grabbed his hair and dragged him back.

No one stopped, many people were laughing.

Casasa rushed into the backstage of the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife and rushed up, cutting off the hair that was caught by the gin.

But after that, the two did not become friends, and they had a big fight that night, both sides were covered in blood.

Because their cooperation was so bad, when Gin wanted to kick someone, Kashasa always rushed over and pinned him to the ground.

When Kashasa wanted to go around and strangle someone from behind, Gin would always hit the person's head on the knee.

Two hits one, the older child was lying on the ground crying, Kashasa and Qin Jiu had bruises all over their faces, and the other party hit them.

Gin started the Porsche, his left hand reached behind his head and pulled his hair up so it didn't fall under his ass.

The Porsche drove quietly to the Green Beauty Salon in the Arch Bridge District of Mihuacho.

The welcome bell at the door began to vibrate.

"Excuse me, we are already closing. Ah, isn't this Mr. Tsuchida?"

The barber, who was about to leave with his bag, recognized the visitor.

"Hmm." Gin looked at the clock on the wall, "Is the door closing?"

"Well, even if you say that." Mitsui Mika glanced at Gin's silver hair that covered her butt.

"Do you come here every time with such long hair?"

"Yes." Qin Jiu nodded, his tone was cold and hard.

"Huh, well, you can find a seat first, I have nothing to do anyway."

Mitsui Mika blinked, "Who told you that you are an impressive regular customer, I will give you some preferential treatment."

"It won't take up too much of your time, Miss Sanshan." Qin Jiu sat in front of his seat, put his hands behind his hair and put it behind the chair.

"It's Mitsui, not Miyama. You really... I doubt that you did it on purpose."

Mitsui Mika covered Gin with the tarpaulin, but it was not necessary.

"So this time?"

Qin Jiu didn't speak, just stared forward, looking at the mirror, surrounded by a cloth, with only his neck and head left, as if he had been beheaded, that silly self.

"Okay, I see. Same as before, you can only cut to the back. You can't lift the scissors higher than the vest, right?"

The haircut was done quickly because Gin's hair was well-groomed and there was no need to wash, condition, and separate tangles or anything.

And Gin is not willing to let others wash his hair.

"How much?" Gin took out the wallet from the windbreaker, and opened it with his gloved left hand.

"No need, it's off-duty time, I just cut it casually, as long as I don't make it ugly." Mitsui Mika shrugged, and then her eyelids drooped, "And I'm going to resign, and I'm going to work in a new place. "

"Yeah." Qin Jiu nodded, untied the cover, and got up to leave.

"Also." Mitsui Mika stopped him.

Gin's footsteps stopped at the door.

"If you want to get my hair cut in the future, you can find me in Yuxin Beauty Shop, and I can cut it for you without making an appointment~"

Mitsui Mika blinked, "And... drink less and smoke less, I can smell the smell of alcohol and tobacco on your body from far away."

Qin Jiu tilted his head slightly, his dark green pupils stared at her tightly for three seconds, as if remembering her face, and then left silently.

(End of this chapter)