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Chapter 380 Gin: These Blind Things

From then on, Yin Jiu was exceptionally well-behaved.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface.

The premise is to ignore those invisible spider webs.

In a place where Gin couldn't see, Yin Jiu controlled the transparent spider silk to circle around the brim of Gin's hat again and again, slowly moving towards the shape of a lump.

Gin has been quietly paying attention to what's happening behind Yin Jiu since he calmed down. In the past, at this time, the little brat must have been up to no good and was secretly doing something.

However, this time it is different.

Gin frowned, put force on his feet, quietly slowed down the car, and focused his attention on the back seat.

wrong.

Glenfiddich seemed to be distracted by the roof of the car, but in fact his gaze was moving slightly, and swaying from side to side in a very regular manner.

Is it a hallucination? Is Glenfiddich getting sicker?

Not sure, check again.

Gin remained silent, but Yin Jiu had almost fixed the shape of the spider silk.

Now when Yin Jiu looked over, he could see that Gin, dressed in black, had a snow-white Lazy Sheep hairstyle on his head.

"Pfft."

Yin Jiu couldn't help laughing, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, and his whole body was shaking in the back seat.

Then he looked up again and found that the car had stopped by the roadside at some point, and Gin was looking at him with an unclear expression.

"Uh...are we there yet?" Yin Jiu swallowed subconsciously and looked out the window, then noticed the lit up screen of the phone next to Gin's hand.

"Why did you call Vermouth? She doesn't need to be involved in such a simple mission, right?"

What responded to Yin Jiu was a cold look from Gin and the sound of the car doors and windows being locked with a "click".

"?"

Yin Jiu was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly had an idea, "Are you going to ask Belmode to come and pick me up?!"

What's wrong with Gin again?

Gin looked through the car window into the back seat, looked at the pair of red eyes filled with grievance and accusation, and then looked at the pair of fangs that were slightly exposed outside the lips because of Yin Jiu's emotional changes.

He was so annoyed that he roughly took out the cigarette box from his pocket and took out a cigarette.

-

Vermouth's schedule today was very full. Originally, she was going to cooperate with Glenfiddich to test Bourbon, and she disguised herself and attended a press conference for the "Cocoon" game.

Unexpectedly, in the evening, she received news that the target of the mission, Itakura Taku, whom she had been following up, had passed away.

As luck would have it, when the news broke, Glenfiddich and Bourbon were still in the hotel. Vermouth certainly wouldn't feel at ease letting Yin Jiu get involved in an unfinished project with a suspicious member like Bourbon.

So he just took off Jinpei Matsuda's disguise and immediately put on a waiter's face to get through.

This mix actually allowed her to discover an old acquaintance!

Vermouth's screen was filled with 16 frames of black street video, faithfully recording every step of Akai Shuichi's movements.

Just recently, the other party met Angle by chance, and the two chatted for a while. Mouri Ran's memory has not fully recovered, and I'm afraid that Kudo Shinichi cannot remember that the other party is FBI intelligence for the time being.

Then she needs to prepare in advance.

Vermouth bit the tip of her pen and was about to write something down in her notebook when her phone, which had been silent, suddenly vibrated.

Gin?

Doesn’t he have a mission tonight?

Vermouth answered the phone without hesitation.

"Rice Flower GPL, come here."

“Huh?” Vermouth raised her eyebrows, and when she looked at the call interface, she saw that the call had been hung up.

It's so brief, it seems very urgent.

Vermouth resigned herself to putting on her windbreaker, picking up the keys, and straddling the Harley.

-

So, ten minutes later.

"Where's the car?"

"? What car?" Vermouth took off her helmet, confused by Gin's question.

Then she looked down again and saw a pitiful little kid locked in the car behind Gin.

“…” So you’re only here to catch Glenfiddich?

Vermouth felt relieved, but at the same time felt that it was a misstep. However, after a few seconds of silence, the old man in the winery quickly adjusted his state and decided to take the initiative and start the first round of pushing the pot in the early morning. "It's faster to drive a motorcycle here. If you are not in a hurry, why don't you make it clear on the phone?"

It has to be said that Vermouth is very experienced in the field of shifting the blame, and for a moment Gin couldn't find any words to refute.

"...Get in the car first. Glenfiddich is not in a good mental state. You keep an eye on him in the back and don't let him cause me any trouble." Gin put out his cigarette, and dark circles appeared under his eyes.

Is the child's mental state not right?

Upon hearing this, Vermouth immediately perked up and turned her gaze back to Yin Jiu's seat.

Just at this moment, Gin had already walked around to the driver's seat and unlocked the car.

As soon as the car window rolled down, Yin Jiu immediately jumped forward, grabbed both sides of the window frame with both hands, and started to complain with tears in her eyes, "Vermouth, Gin's paranoia has come back again!"

-

The black Harley was abandoned by the cold-hearted Thousand-Faced Witch and lay alone under the stop sign on the side of the road.

Vermouth finally chose to sit in the passenger seat first.

Intellectually speaking, she should trust Gin more, but Yin Jiu's conclusion was more threatening.

If Gin, who is holding the steering wheel, really gets crazy, she, who is sitting in the passenger seat, can easily take control of the vehicle in time.

"Heh." Gin saw through Vermouth's little thoughts at a glance and uttered a syllable coldly.

These blind people!

Vodka, Vermouth and Bourbon are all of the same ilk. Glenfiddich can easily fool you and make you lose your way.

Gin held the steering wheel, which turned a little sluggishly, and drove through several alleys. The street lights outside the windshield gradually became sparse, and the road ahead finally turned pitch black.

"By the way, since you're out too, Vermouth, do you want to go back to the experimental base with me later?"

The car was silent for a while, and Yin Jiu finally remembered the business. "During this period, our research team will focus on resurrecting Sawada Hiroki and Itakura Taku. Shirley will be there at that time. It is not convenient for me to reveal my identity. Why don't you join in and watch?"

The reason why Yin Jiu only asked Vermouth was because he first considered Vermouth's identity as a fully informed person and could obtain complete mission information.

Secondly, compared to Gin, Vermouth, as one of the drug test subjects, is more likely to empathize with the experimental process and thus put forward some unexpected opinions.

"Of course, if you don't want to be with Shirley, I can also observe from behind the scenes myself."

Yin Jiu added.

However, to Yin Jiu's surprise, Vermouth agreed without even thinking about it.

"I have no problem, and isn't that child Grace Ahara?" Vermouth raised the corners of her mouth, pretending that she didn't equate the two identities at all.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Yin Jiu understood what Vermouth meant immediately. She wanted to test Sherry's acting skills. As long as Haibara Ai didn't reveal too much, she would turn a blind eye and cooperate.