[Conan] My years at the winery

Bourbon pretended not to hear anything, and brought Conan and me back to Kogoro Mori and Ran Mori.

Because Bourbon and we didn't come together, so we don't go together.

Afterwards, I parted ways with Conan and the others, went back to our respective houses, and saw Bourbon waiting for me.

There is also an Akita dog barking happily beside Bourbon.

"What's the matter with Conan?" Bourbon stopped me and smiled at me: "How did he know about the organization and me? You told him?"

Me: "……………… Do you think this is possible?"

Do I look like someone who casually tells others about the organization?

Even if you want to tell this kind of thing, you shouldn't tell such a "child" like Conan.

"Then how did he know?" Bourbon grabbed his puppy and brought him in front of Martini. "You must know. If you don't tell me, I'll throw Harrow to you."

After he finished speaking, Amuro Haro called me a few times in a cooperative manner.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll slice it into a hot pot?" I looked at the puppy in front of me, and the corners of my mouth twitched, "I'm a little heartless, obviously I've been feeding it much longer than Bourbon, but you just Do this to me?"

As I said that, I flicked the little Akita dog's forehead with my fingers.

Then……………………

The little Akita barked even more fiercely.

Bourbon, a working emperor with N jobs, is actually not suitable for keeping small pets in his capacity, but he still kept them.

This also led to the fact that most of the time, Amuro Haro's owner was either Kazami Yuya (a subordinate of Bourbon's Japanese police status), or me who often ran to his house.

Although I always say that I want to blame the puppy, in fact, I have never treated this dog brother badly.

But this puppy thing is not so easy to talk about.

He eats the food he usually feeds happily, but as soon as Bourbon comes, his position is instantly distorted.

And I usually feed it for nothing, you little white-eyed wolf.

"It seems that you don't plan to talk about it," Bourbon pushed Amuro Haro into my hand, "then help me take care of it for a while, I will be busy recently."

Akai Shuichi needs to investigate.

Conan needs to be investigated.

There are also the missions of the organization, the disguise of Café Poirot, and the identity of an amateur detective......

Just thinking about it, Bourbon felt that Martini, who was now free enough to wander around with Conan, was really too free.

If Martini could tell him what he knew, maybe he would have fewer things, but looking at Martini's appearance, he knew that he didn't intend to tell.

All right, help me get a pet.

Anyway, aren't you free?

Anyway, much more free than me.

I weighed the dog in my hand and thought, why not throw this little thing to Raphael.

Anyway, I dare not bring this bourbon dog to Gin's villa, otherwise this dog may not survive the next day.

And if I've been raising this dog in Bourbon's apartment, Gin is probably going to come and ask me why I haven't been back to the villa lately.

After all, it's okay for me not to return to the villa once in a while. If I don't return for a long time, Gin Jiu will probably come to ask me if something happened.

So after thinking about it, throwing it to Raphael is the most suitable. It is usually raised, and occasionally throws it to Raphael when returning to Gin Villa. It is perfect.

Little did Bourbon know that when Martini received his pet, he was already thinking of throwing the pup to someone else.

Bourbon was going to make dinner, and I was lying on the sofa playing with my phone, when I saw a certain puppy jump on my stomach, and then jumped down.

I:……………………

Mention Harrow Amuro and walk towards the cage.

Speaking of which, this cage is still a gift from me to Amuro Haro.

Although I feel that Harrow Amuro doesn't really like the meeting gift I gave it, but I like it very much.

Because this cage can lock this little guy.

When Bourbon came out with the food, he saw his son locked his dog brother in the cage again.

Bourbon: …………………

Speaking of it, Martini seems to like to bully Harrow Amuro, no wonder Harrow Amuro doesn't like Martinis.

If it were him, he wouldn't like a guy who offered a cage as a gift.

"Okay, come over to eat, don't bully Amuro Haro anymore, you are so grown up, bullying a puppy......" Shameless.Bourbon put the dishes in his hands on the table and spoke to the Martini who was locking the cage.

"Oh." I walked over obediently.

Looking at the dishes on the table, two of the three dishes are my favourites.

Satisfy.

I moved his favorite bourbon dish in front of him and started eating.

Gin seems to be a little busy recently, so I haven't contacted me for a while.

However, something happened to the organization's stronghold in a European country, and Gin, the mainstay of the organization, was sent to support it.

However, from the message I sent from Qin Jiu, I can see that the reason why the accident happened in that stronghold seems to be caused by my Master Qin.

Now let my master Qin go to support......

I am looking forward to what will happen in this stronghold.

I guess it will be fun.

Onlookers in the front row.

Now there are members with code names in the organization, there are many strongholds in various countries, as few as six or seven people, as many as a dozen people, but I don't know how much water is in them.

After all, there are so many undercover agents and traitors in the organization that the real members of the organization are used to it.

After dinner, I took the dishes back to wash, and Bourbon released a certain puppy, fed it, and then went to take a bath.

Then it's time to sleep.

Bourbon had trouble sleeping.

I:……………………

"Are you still recovering from insomnia?"

Bourbon lay on the bed and said he didn't want to talk.

Obviously sleepy, but just can't fall asleep.

Tired ⊙﹏⊙.

I thought about it, and saw that he had been tossing and turning for over an hour without falling asleep (and I couldn't fall asleep too), so I turned on [Starlight Messenger].

Anyway, insomnia is also a disease, and the skills of [Starlight Messenger] can cure anything, and insomnia is probably not a problem.

Bourbon tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep with his eyes closed, until he vaguely saw a burst of starlight, and then slowly fell asleep.

Although the sleeping position is still not very honest.

But it looks like he slept soundly.

I got a message from Curacao at breakfast the next day.

She invited me to play.

Bourbon looked at the handsome young man with a sandwich in his mouth, and suddenly realized that as long as the martini rested at his house, his insomnia would be healed without medicine.

I slept very comfortably.

Why is this happening?

The last time I was supposed to tell Martini a bedtime story, but he fell asleep while telling it, and slept soundly, but it was Martini who seemed to have stayed up all night.

But it seems that Martini slept well this time.

"What, whose information?"

"Curaçao." I returned without looking up.

"Curaçao?" Bourbon thought it was Gin, but unexpectedly he heard another code name, "Curaçao? That subordinate of Rum?"

"Yes."