Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

Standing in the room of Mr. Yoshioka and Mrs. Yoshioka in name, Conan's whole body tensed up and he stared warily at the middle-aged man facing him, who locked the door with his hands behind his back.

[What is going on? Does he suspect that there is something wrong with my identity when I went to England with Yuji? 】

"Kids, let's have a chat."

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it on the bed. Yuji yawned and tapped the button on the bedside. He waited for the sound of water running and heating from the bathroom before turning to look at the elementary school student who had huddled in the corner.

The room was clean and tidy. The only problem was that there were only men's clothes in the closet, but nothing related to the hostess.

Thinking of the woman who had sex with a man downstairs, Conan's mind was in a state of confusion. He shook his head and finally stopped thinking.

"When encountering this kind of situation, you have to strike first! If I put you there, I will know everything."

He whipped out the anesthesia watch with his right hand. After using it thousands of times, Conan was able to hit the target's neck in an instant.

"Oh yeah."

Because his neck was exposed, Yuji, who specially put on old age makeup to look like a middle-aged man, felt a gentle tap on it. He raised his head and touched the anesthesia needle stuck in the middle of the silicone gel, pinching it in the palm of his hand.

"This...how is this possible!"

Conan took a few steps back in shock and pressed against the wall: "This anesthesia needle can make even uncle sleep for twenty minutes!"

"It seems that disobedient children need to be punished."

Before Conan shouted, he covered his brother's mouth. Under the horrified expression on the other's face, Yuji held the needle and inserted it into Conan's neck.

I don't know how long it took, but Conan slowly regained consciousness. It felt like he was slowly swaying in a warm ocean, but his breathing was not very refreshing, and he regained consciousness.

The palm of the hand was a little dry, but the back of the hand was very moist. The thing touched by the fingertips was slippery and felt like a balloon. The primary school student slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were stung by the white light facing his face.

"I just woke up, it's better not to open my eyes so soon."

The familiar voice, but it didn't seem to be speaking beside him. Conan turned his head to the side and saw only a mist, and the yellow air bed under his body, floating quietly on the water exuding heat.

Leaning back, he saw a smooth white figure sitting on a small wooden stool in front of a mirror and marble table. He was applying hair cream to his head and then rubbing it continuously.

"Don't use too much force when you sit up, or you may fall into the pool and choke."

Now he was finally sure that the man with his bare buttocks in front of him was his biological brother. Thinking of the various scenes before fainting, Conan pouted helplessly.

"Mr. Yoshioka, it's you?!"

"Well, if you see me tomorrow, you might be able to guess it right away."

Yuji picked up a basin of warm water by his feet and slammed it on his head. After washing away all the foam, he wrapped a bath towel around his waist and slowly put his feet into the fifty-square-meter bath. Then he untied the bath towel and folded it on top. On the head, the whole person sat and let out a long sigh of comfort.

"Let me guess, did you put that flat girl into Didan High School?"

Conan, who had completely regained consciousness, turned around and lay on the airbed. He slowly approached his younger brother while stroking the water with his hands, and then looked at the face that was red and tender from the water vapor.

"Well, I originally thought that if you knew about her transfer tonight, you would be able to guess that Mr. Yoshioka is mine, but all kinds of accidents happened."

Touching his wet hair, he guessed that it was Yuji who washed his hair. Conan thought of the woman downstairs. Since Yoshioka was not Rum, it must be Amami Yuki who didn't run away.

"Let's not talk about others, do you know who the silver-haired one is?! With strange eyes, that's Rum!"

"Although she has different eyes, Tianhai is not Rum." Yuji waved his hand and said confidently: "She is just an amnesiac code member I met in the parking lot, named Curacao, so don't worry so much."      Isn't it Rum?...I didn't think she looked like she had lost her memory. Would someone who doesn't remember anything trust a stranger so much?"

"Absolutely." Yuji wiped his face with hot water: "It's not easy to deal with this kind of thing, so when Akai Marie wanted to find a place for her to live outside, I didn't say anything to stop her."

The two of them stopped talking and decided to drop the topic about Yuki Amami.

"But how did you become the deputy director of the National Police Agency?!"

Conan thought about his younger brother's position with a fake identity, and couldn't help but curiously approached him: "You assumed the fake identity to hide from the gin and rum, right? Wouldn't it be easier to attract attention if the organization promoted you as the deputy chief of the police department? "

"Don't get me wrong, the deputy director of the National Police Agency was not organized."

Yuji quickly stopped Conan's delusions, worried that he would see every high-level person as a member of the organization in the future, so he hurriedly explained.

"I'm just asking Miss Chris to arrange for me to be a member of parliament for paddling."

In fact, Belmode should also be looking for Mr. Kuromaru, but Kudo Shinichi still has no point about Yuji's toughness in the background of the organization. The young man thinks that in order to avoid seeing the third grade teacher of Teidan Junior High School in jail tomorrow, it is better not to put Yuji in jail. The teacher said it well.

"Then what's going on with the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department? Don't tell me that you were lucky and this position fell to you for no reason."

Conan crossed his chest and his wet hair lay on his forehead. From Yuji's perspective, he looked very interesting. The young man waved to his elder brother, and then whispered: "Because the new police chief knows my true identity."

New... Police Commissioner?

Several question marks appeared on Conan's head. He raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then tentatively guessed: "White Horse Police Director?"

"It's enough for everyone to be a policeman. Besides, the chief of the police department is not from the police system. It's not like you don't know this."

"Did you tell him yourself? What about the real body."

"Not."

It wasn't due to organizational arrangements, and one could guess Yuji's real identity within one day. He was still a higher-up than the Hakuba Police Director. From his family's connections, it seemed that there was no such person.

[In other words, it’s Yuji’s own personal network resources...]

Following his brother's reasoning, Conan frowned and guessed something.

"Yuji."

He was obviously a small man, but he stood at the same level as his younger brother in the pool. He patted his shoulder with his hand, and Conan shook his head with a complex expression.

"I always feel like you're thinking of something wrong."

Yuji shrugged his shoulders and shook off Conan's hand: "It's Mr. Minami Masamune. He guessed my identity during the banquet last night."

"I knew he was the only one who had this ability and was willing to pull you."

Conan and Yuji wiped their bodies together and walked out of the bathroom: "It seems you will have to change your last name in the future."

"I don't care about this, but I think it's better not to be like this." The young man sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and made himself a cup of coffee: "I changed my last name, and your last name is Maori, so whose last name is Kudo?"

"Why have you already acquiesced that I will get married!..."

"Aren't you the same?..." (End of chapter)