TL: Again... another sick chapter again.... ugh...
anyway i have a question. do i need to change the address form san, kun, chan, neechan, and the likes to Mr, Miss, Little Brother, Big Sister and the likes? or still using the Japanese style using san and the likes?
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"Vodka, how are Bourbon's plans coming along?"
"Don't worry, Gin-aniki, everything is arranged. Those bastards from the Cunning Hares won't escape this time."
"That's good. What about Chianti and the others?"
"They've already boarded the train. They're in a few of the back carriages, I booked them economy seats."
Crunch crunch (Chewing sounds)
"These enoki mushrooms in the dining car… they taste really good… too bad it's the last portion…" Vodka made a series of smacking sounds… Conan, sitting on the toilet lid, listened to the conversation coming from the wiretap.
For the first time, he learned the code names of Gin and Vodka.
He connected the voices to their body types, figuring out which code name corresponded to whom.
His heart pounded in his chest.
"Gin, Vodka, Bourbon, Chianti… all names of alcohol. It seems the organization these two people in black belong to uses alcohol as code names."
Conan rested his chin in his hand, deciding to temporarily call the organization of men in black the 'Winery'.
"And that Cunning Hares they mentioned should be an organization hostile to the Winery. To be so hated by Gin and Vodka, they must have some capabilities. If I can find clues, perhaps I can get more information about the Winery through the Cunning Hares…"
As Conan was deep in thought, movement came from the earphones again.
Vodka, who had just finished eating heartily, choked a little and took a bottle of mineral water from the external water bottle holder on his suitcase.
He unscrewed the cap, about to drink.
He thought there was only one bottle of water and that he should prioritize his big brother.
"Here, Aniki." Vodka handed the water to Gin.
Gin didn't suspect a thing and gulped down half the bottle.
Only after Gin returned the mineral water to Vodka, did Vodka also start drinking large gulps of water.
Conan had thought there would be no more useful information at this point.
But suddenly, Gin's voice changed.
He let out a few muffled groans from time to time.
"Vodka, I'm getting that feeling from the other night again. You idiot, what exactly did you give me to drink?"
Gin panted heavily, slamming his fist on the ashtray.
"This bottle of mineral water is problematic! It was swapped! There must be an inside traitor in our organization who told the Cunning Hares about this operation in advance."
"Wh-what?!" Vodka hadn't felt anything in his stomach yet, but hearing Gin's words, his voice also became panicked, "Aniki, don't joke like that, you're making me feel something now too."
"Toilet! Quick!" Gin's voice was almost squeezed through his teeth, "Take me to the toilet, I can't hold it anymore!"
The wiretap malfunctioned from Gin's punch, and the sound became intermittent.
Conan couldn't hear the complete conversation.
He only barely caught a few sentences.
"Vodka gave Gin something to drink? Then Gin started feeling it and asked Vodka to take him to the toilet…?"
Hiss—
This familiar plot, why did it sound a bit like a late-night, adult-only show?
Conan's head was full of question marks. Could it be that Vodka wanted to usurp his big brother and ride over him?
Underground organizations truly have no bottom line.
Besides that, the word 'mineral water' was also mentioned several times.
This led Conan to the conclusion, and that is, that mineral water seemed very important.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Violent knocking sounds rang out.
"Open the door! Open the door quickly!" Vodka's anxious voice came through the toilet door.
Conan was startled, thinking his wiretap had been discovered.
Gin suppressed a painful growl: "You in there! Come out immediately!"
"Come out quickly! My Aniki and I are feeling it, we can't hold it anymore!" Vodka knocked on the door again.
What kind of feeling are you two having, exactly?
Conan was scared out of his wits, even if the probability of him being discovered was only one in ten thousand, he wouldn't gamble.
He gripped the doorknob tightly, refusing to open the door no matter what.
At the same time, he pinched his nose and cried out in a tearful child's voice:
"Waaah… no! I… I'm constipated! I haven't finished yet! Waaah, waaah, waaah…"
After saying that, Conan deliberately pressed the flush button a few times to create noise.
"That damn brat!"
Gin cursed, the cramping in his abdomen making the veins on his forehead bulge. He couldn't afford to waste time here.
"Go to the toilet in the next carriage."
Gin clutched his abdomen, and with Vodka's support, stumbled towards the toilet in the adjacent carriage.
Conan pressed against the door, listening to the footsteps recede, and had just let out a sigh of relief.
Then he heard knocking from the next carriage as well, and Vodka's angry shout: "Why is this toilet occupied too? Listen, you in there, get out now!"
However, the door to that toilet remained motionless.
From inside came a lazy, somewhat playful female voice, humming an off-key tune: "La la la~ Someone's in here~ Please wait a moment~ Rushing won't help~"
Needless to say, the woman in this toilet was Nicole.
At this moment, she was leisurely sitting on the toilet, painting her nails with polish.
Having already swapped the mineral water, how could she let Gin and Vodka find a toilet so easily?
She had occupied this toilet in advance.
In fact, it wasn't just this one toilet. She had specifically asked Anton to bring many Skeleton Workers to guard the toilet doors.
As soon as they saw Gin and Vodka, they would immediately enter the toilet and lock the door.
They were determined not to give Gin and Vodka any opportunity.
"You… you bastards!" Gin gritted his teeth, his voice full of despair.
He felt his floodgates were about to give way, and without much thought, he could only rage impotently as he quickly rushed to the next carriage.
"Don't knock, it's occupied. Let's go to the next carriage." Billy was also guarding a toilet, not opening the door.
After running through several more carriages and still not finding a toilet, Gin's eyes were bloodshot, and he could no longer endure it.
Looking at the sink outside the toilet, desperation took over.
When you can't find a toilet, anywhere is a toilet!
He suddenly pulled open the hem of his trench coat, and under Vodka's terrified gaze and the stares of a few dumbfounded passengers, he directly aimed the lower-middle part of his body at the sink… "Pffft—!!!"
A horrifying sound echoed through the carriage.An unbearable stench followed.
The surrounding air suddenly went silent.
"Ugh…"
The closest passenger, a young man wearing headphones, his previously blank expression instantly froze.
He subconsciously took off one earphone, seemingly wanting to confirm if he had misheard something, and craned his neck towards the sink.
The overwhelming stench instantly assailed his nostrils, going straight to his head.
"Ugh…"
The young passenger immediately dry-heaved, stumbled up from his seat, and ran towards the back of the carriage, shouting as he ran. "Steward! Steward, come quickly! Someone is pooping in the sink!"
"Oh… oh my god!"
The middle-aged woman sitting next to the young passenger initially thought the young man was hallucinating and didn't believe anyone would defecate in a sink.
But when she also saw the horrifying scene at the sink, the magazine in her hand dropped directly to the floor, and she cried out in extreme shock:
"Oh my goodness! Someone is actually pooping in the sink!"
"Whoosh—"
Like pouring a cup of cold water into boiling oil, the entire carriage instantly erupted!
"Ugh—!"
"Help! It stinks so bad!!"
"He's crazy! This person is crazy!"
"Run! Get away from him!!"
"Oh my god, that's disgusting!"