Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 59 Join us and you will be free

In the already dark room, the two people, one big and one small, still chatted back and forth.

"So you're really only seven years old?" The masked man stretched his head.

"……real."

Sawada Hiroki was a little helpless.

Although he was very happy that someone could chat with him, but the other party didn't know why he came... and he was still struggling with his age.

"Seven years old, a graduate student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology." The masked man sighed in admiration, and finally got over his entanglement, "Trust me, you will definitely become a living fossil."

Compared with Sawada Hiroki, it seems that Conan is not too outrageous.

Hiroki Sawada revealed his peasy eyes: "Ah? Yes, is it?"

In order to avoid being caught by surveillance and communicating with others, Sawada Hiroki deliberately lay down on the table, pretending to be tired and resting.

The masked man nodded and said, "Yes. You will graduate next year, right? I know a little girl who is 14 years old and also graduated from MIT with a Ph.D. You are even better than her."

"Really?" Hiroki Sawada heard for the first time that someone who was about his age graduated from MIT. "Where is that girl?"

"Japan, but she's sixteen now."

The masked man played with the TV antenna.

When Hiroki Sawada heard that the other party was in Japan, his eyebrows drooped a little.

For him, those years in Japan were his most depressing days...not much better than now.

So he asked worriedly: "Then... how is she doing?"

"What's wrong with that?" The corners of the mouth under the mask twitched, and he didn't mind the precocious kid like Hiroki Sawada, "Leaving early on the first day of work, and he likes to fight with me when he finds an opportunity. What do I say? She doesn't listen either... If it was my daughter, I would definitely beat her up."

Hiroki Sawada:? ? ?
Why did he hear something wrong with this?

Thinking about the mature voice of the masked man, Hiroki Sawada had a bad feeling: "Well, how old are you...?"

The masked man said: "You can just call him uncle...he will be 40 by the end of the year, and he will be younger than your adoptive father."

"...Okay Uncle."

Sawada Hiroki smiled awkwardly.

He thought the elders were very serious... This uncle refreshed his perception.

However, there is one big problem right now.

Just as Hiroki Sawada was about to say something, there was a 'dong dong' knock on the door.

"Master Hiroki, your dinner."

The person outside the door spoke in somewhat blunt Japanese.

Hiroki Sawada stood up, glanced at the masked man, walked to the door quietly under the surveillance of the camera, opened the door, took the dining car, and pushed it in.

The security outside the door took a look at the room and there was nothing unusual, then closed the door and left without saying a word.

Sawada Hiroki was also a little surprised when he turned around: Where is the person?
"here."

The voice actually came from above his head.

Hiroki Sawada almost wanted to raise his head to make a dumbfounded expression, but he held back forcibly and waited silently for the masked man to flip over the wall to the side of the TV.

"What did you want to ask just now?"

The masked man was doing his job cross-legged on the TV, a strand of silver hair protruding from the hood.

However, Hiroki Sawada didn't think about the 'disrespectful thing', he hesitated while eating:

"Um...uncle, why did you come to see me?"

"Oh, this." The masked man propped his chin neatly, "I wanted to see how the artificial intelligence system was doing. I knew the creator was only 7 years old, so I couldn't hold back, so I climbed up to have a look. .”

Of course, he has other goals...

Hiroki Sawada stopped chewing, and smiled lowly: "Sorry, Uncle, this hasn't been developed yet."

If he hadn't delved into this thing, this special uncle wouldn't have come to him, right?
Well, so he should be happy?
Unexpectedly, the masked man's next sentence directly wiped out his sadness: "I know... Fortunately, you didn't finish it, otherwise I would have to think about how to get rid of Schindler's company."

Sawada Hiroki: "...?"

Who is this uncle?The tone is so loud.

Then, the masked man's voice suddenly became deep: "Young man, I see that you have amazing bones. You are a prodigy in martial arts... Do you want to consider joining our organization?"

Sawada Hiroki: "???"

Uncle, he is just a squat at home, his bones are not good at all!

Sawada Hiroki took a deep breath, "You...organization?"

"That's right." The masked man's language was full of delusion, "According to our investigation, for some reason, Thomas Schindler treated you almost under house arrest...staying in the room all day and night, when you rest You can only go for a walk on the window sill, and there are bodyguards watching you when you go to and from school, right?"

Seeing Hiroki Sawada's silence, the masked man continued: "If you are willing to join our organization, I can find a way to help you get out of this place. I can also choose to take away or destroy your research results for you..."

"Oh, by the way, our organization provides five social insurances and one housing fund, work injury reimbursement, professional freedom, flexible overtime, and you can live like a normal person when you don't have any tasks.

"..."

Sawada Hiroki swallowed a broccoli with difficulty, his eyes had turned into mosquito coils, "Wait, uncle, please let me slow down... Don't you, uncle, want that artificial intelligence program?"

"...That outrageous thing, it doesn't matter if you want it or not, as long as it doesn't get caught by others."

The masked man touched his chin, "So if you don't want to join us and destroy your own research results, we can only destroy them for you."

The principle is not to let this artificial intelligence fall into the hands of others, it doesn't matter if you own it, anyway...in his mind, it is not as fun as a smart machine.

"How? Think about it..."

"I'll join."

Without waiting for the masked man to ask again, Sawada Hiroki swallowed a large piece of steak decisively, with firm eyes: "But, can you wait until I finish developing 'Noah'?"

The masked man seemed a little puzzled and tilted his head.

But then he clapped his hands suddenly: "Oh, that artificial intelligence is called 'Noah'? You can stay here and finish the development. You can leave a signal on the rooftop when it is almost finished, but Schindler can't get the finished product. .”

Sawada Hiroki nodded lightly: "I won't let anyone take advantage of 'Noah'..."

If it wasn't for this masked uncle who said so decisively that he wanted to destroy his 'Noah', then he wouldn't have agreed so simply...

I hope that Uncle Mask is really not interested in 'Noah' as ​​he said...

"Oh, by the way, I have a suggestion for your name." The masked man suddenly became a little interested, "Should we change 'Noah' to 'Nokia'?"

Sawada Hiroki: "...?"

Isn't Nokia the name of a telecommunications company?
"Uncle, it's Noah from 'Noah's Ark'..."

"...Oh, I thought it was a mobile phone."

Sawada Hiroki: "..."

So why is the phone called Nokia?

He doesn't quite understand the uncle's brain circuit.

　Cough... about the fact that Noah almost changed his name to Nokia. (ω)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)