Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

Chapter 237 I Bet Your Gun Has No Bullets
"That's it."

Nodding, Yuji's nose twitched, yawned, rubbed his shoulders with his hands, and pointed up at the central air conditioner on the ceiling of the lounge.

"Don't you think the air conditioner is turned on a little too high?"

"Huh?" x2
Putting his hand to his mouth, Yuji coughed twice, and shouted towards the door: "What kind of cat, please turn down the air conditioner."

The rest room was quieter, and the female intern's face slowly changed from anger to sympathy.

"Hey, what do you mean by that expression? I have a problem with my head." Yuji turned around and pointed at the men and women with guns, as if asking for proof, looking at the people behind.

"It's too much, isn't it, Lan."

"enough!"

The photographer punched the wall hard, covered his aching hand and glared at Mouri Kogoro.

"I see that you talk so much, so I might as well take you first, lest these policemen be dishonest." He pouted at the woman, his eyes fixed on Kogoro Mouri's leg.

"Just shoot him in the leg to shut him up. My ears hurt from the noise."

Everyone at the scene looked at Mori Kogoro nervously, only Ran and Yuuji, who knew that the bullets from the two pistols had been dismantled by Kaito, looked calm.

"Really, then let's just play a game." Yuji reached into the inside pocket of his suit, noticing the tense expressions of the two opposite, he slowly took out his wallet.

He took out a Fukuzawa Yukichi from his wallet and shook it in front of the female reporter: "I'll make a bet with you."

"bet?"

The female reporter stared at Fukuzawa Yukichi, and the hand she held in her hand began to sweat. She really couldn't figure out why this moustache didn't care when she might be shot to death.

"What bet?"

With a chuckle, Yuji motioned to the photographer to take the photo of Fukuzawa Yukichi, and then looked at the female reporter.

"Just bet...you don't have bullets in your gun."

what?
The female reporter glanced at the gun in her hand, with a confident expression on her face: "Your brain is broken."

"What does it matter? It's fun, isn't it?"

"Hey, Mr. Mori, what are you doing!" Officer Zhongmori hurriedly stepped forward and tried to drag his dizzy peer back: "This is different from mahjong or horse betting!"

"It's okay, Officer Nakamori."

"No, it can't!" Officer Zhongmori blocked Yuji and looked at the gun pointed at his chest. Although his legs were trembling, he still looked directly at the gangster.

"I'm...the police! Nothing will happen to anyone until I'm down."

"So are we!"

Officer Nakamori's subordinates also stood up from behind, and the five of them blocked everyone firmly.

"Hey, hey, are you filming some hot-blooded drama? Mr. Police Officer, my gun can hold up to eight rounds of bullets." The female reporter glanced at it: "It's not enough for the five of you."

She smiled twice, and tilted her head to look at Kogoro Mori behind Officer Nakamori.

"I decided to bet with you."

Pushing away Officer Nakamori, Yuji walked step by step in front of the female reporter. Just as the woman was about to pull the trigger, he added.

"I forgot to tell you, I am a Japanese police officer."

The faces of the two were instantly ugly, and they watched Mori Kogoro clenching his teeth.

"Why, don't believe me?"

Sighing, Yuji tore open the seam of his suit, took out a public security certificate from inside, looked at the face of Mori Kogoro on it, Officer Nakamori's eyes widened, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Come on." Throwing his hand aside, Yuji raised his eyebrows and put his hand on the muzzle of the gun.

"You don't need to tell me what will happen to you if you openly shoot a Japanese police officer." Ignoring the female reporter's trembling hands, Mouri Kogoro snatched the gun directly, opened the lounge window and threw it away.

"People like you have more blood on your hands than us..." Walking to the door, the two glared at their mustaches, warning everyone to be quiet, and then left.

"It's better for you to go out too, the waitress over there, since I talked to them, you have been putting your hands in your pockets."

Looking past Dr. Agasa at the short-haired waitress behind him, Mouri Kogoro found a chair and sat down. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, borrowed a match, and stared at the waitress quietly. Pull out your pistol and walk out of the lounge.

"Cough cough, cough cough!" Seeing that there was no other suspicious person here, Yuji quickly extinguished the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, almost coughing out his lungs.

Really, what's so exciting about this thing.

"Hey, Mr. Mori, are you really a police officer?" Officer Zhongmori immediately held the man's hand: "Is there any way you can contact the police department?"

Picking his ears with his little finger, Yuji let out a snort and handed the police card in his hand to Officer Zhongmori.

"This..." After touching the public security certificate with Kogoro Mori's face on it, Officer Nakamori covered his face: "It is illegal to make a false certificate!"

"I'm a detective..."

"That's right..."

Watching Nakamori Ginzo and Mori Kogoro who were talking, Suzuki Jirokichi touched his chin and swept Detective Mori's face.

.........

"You said Kogoro Mouri is a Japanese police officer!"

In the cockpit, Maotou looked at the female reporter and photographer in front of him, and kept searching for information about Kogoro Mori on his mobile phone.

"It is said on the Internet that Mori Kogoro was indeed a police officer in the First Investigation Division ten years ago, but because of an accident, he resigned from his job as a police officer."

Putting away the phone, Mao leaned his head against the wall: "Looking at it this way, he must be a police officer."

"Can you confirm this?" The photographer looked at the sea under the airship, wondering about Maotou's judgment.

"It's probably not a problem. The police is a relatively secret job. I think he quit the police, probably for the purpose of being an undercover agent, or to observe..."

Mao Tou smiled, took off a pistol from his lap and threw it into the photographer's hand.

"Then you go and deal with him."

"Bastard, what are you talking about!" He rushed forward and grabbed the cat's head by the collar, and the photographer stared at his face bitterly.

"If I kill him, maybe the police will kill me right away!"

"What are you afraid of? They are all police, right? How could they kill you?"

Although Maotou seemed to be comforting the photographer, his mocking tone and uncomfortable smile also showed that he also knew that what the photographer said was indeed true.

The sound of the airship's propeller turning and the loud noise of the wind blowing high in the sky made the cab extremely quiet at the moment.

"You don't have to worry, I will send your share of the money to your mother in your hometown."

Mao Tou patted the photographer on the shoulder: "Compared with this, it is more important to deal with Moori Kogoro first."

"I won't do it. My life is gone. What do I need money for?" The photographer shook off the hand with the cat's head on his shoulder, pushed open the door of the cab, and led the female reporter out.

"Then there is no other way, that policeman with the mustache is really lucky."

"A few children are missing. You'd better go look for them."

Looking at the backs of the two, Maotou closed the door of the cab, then sat on the co-pilot of the airship, and took out his mobile phone.

It's really strange why Fujioka disappeared...

(End of this chapter)