Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

“This is the third horizontal card.”

After checking, Conan found that these people were only carrying pistols like the two Yokokas before him. He squatted in place and kept scratching his head.

"Who are they, the police? Or members of the organization?"

"If you keep scratching, you'll go bald."

As usual, Hiroki pulled the men in black to the side of the road, jumped up holding the horizontal bar, and looked towards the West Port in the distance.
The small restaurant where we had lunch in the afternoon has closed. There are now two police boats parked in the harbor. Apart from that, there are only a few small boats and small wooden boats for tourists to row.

"We've wasted too much time. It's too late to go north now." Hiroki pointed at the boat parked in the middle of West Harbor and said, "Let's drive the police boat from West Harbor."

"We want to sneak into the ocean buoy secretly. Does driving a boat still count as sneaking? I think those wooden boats are also good." Conan shook his head and wanted to refuse, but was slapped against the side of the car by the genius boy.

"The weather forecast says it's going to rain soon. To prevent the impact of waves, this semi-hidden ocean base will have its entrances and exits locked at the back, and all retractable locations will be retracted. If we don't catch up with the police quickly, we won't be able to get in even if we get there."

Conan did not object, which was considered as agreeing with Hiroki's proposal, so the two of them took advantage of the laxity of the port guards and planned to sneak into the port directly through a fence.

"Come on, why is your head so big?"

Hiroki, who had already crawled out of the fence, turned around and saw Conan standing between two steel pillars. His body had clearly moved over, but his head was still in the same place.

He covered his mouth and complained quietly, worried that it would attract the guards, so he hurried over and grabbed Conan's legs, trying to pull this guy out.

"It hurts! It hurts! My head is going to break."

Conan immediately howled with his teeth bared, but fortunately Hiroki had kept his hands in front of the elementary school student, and he quickly grabbed his face as soon as he screamed, so that he did not scream out in pain.

The flashlight swept over first, but missed the two of them. Just as Hiroki and Conan breathed a sigh of relief, the four headlights on the top of the West Port immediately flashed, and the beams of light penetrated the fog and shot directly onto the sea, illuminating all the nearby ships clearly.

"Discovered?!"

Conan was full of regret. If he had known, he should have blocked his mouth. He was about to persuade Hiroki to run first and not worry about himself, but when he turned around, he found that the fence had been propped open by his head and he could enter and exit freely. So he hurriedly pulled Hiroki back and hid in the grass beside the fence.

"How did you get out?"

Hiroki stared at Conan squatting in front of him. He caught a glimpse of the gap in the fence with his peripheral vision and suddenly realized: "I remember now, you can use your head to hit the killer football!"

"Hmm?" Conan looked at the child opposite with a relieved expression.

"Hey, it just means your head is much harder than this broken fence. That's a compliment."

Hiroki put his backpack in front of him, quietly stuck his head out of the bushes and walked back to the fence. He found that the spotlights had been shining on the sea and the fog, and he felt something was wrong.

The waves were a little calmer at this moment. He listened carefully and suddenly heard the roar of propellers in the distance, but it was not very obvious because of the waves. The guards sitting in Westport had obviously noticed it and were focusing their spotlights on the sky.

"airplane?"

The two teenagers in the bushes looked up desperately, looking at a plane emerging from the fog under the light of a yellow spotlight. The tail of the plane was dragging seven or eight engineless gliders like scattered flowers.

The plane flew over the police boat parked at the port and dropped a black block when it passed over Sihanoukville. The guards in Sihanoukville saw something like a bomb dropped overhead. They ran madly towards the bushes with their feet and hands together, saying inaudible words as if they were being chased by the god of death.

"They seemed to be shouting 'Mom' or something like that."

Hiroki was suddenly pressed into Conan's arms, and then he heard a loud noise. The two first felt the hot wind blowing on their bodies, and then they rolled towards the fence together. Fortunately, the fence had been blown away by the hot wind of the explosion, so they were not injured. They rolled for a while, and then fell into the water and continued to roll.

He hurriedly took out an oxygen pen from his backpack and stuffed one into Conan's mouth and his own. The waves rolled up all kinds of messy things, including a flying fence, a trash can by the West Port, rubble splashed by the bomb, and a pink car.

"Woo?! Woo! Woo!"

Hiroki shook Conan and asked him to open his eyes, but Conan soon broke free. When the sea calmed down, the two exhausted men emerged from the sea and looked around.

"Where are we?"

"The waves pushed us toward the northwest of Hachijo Island." Hiroki's feet kept tapping as he pointed at Hachijo Island behind him. He couldn't see Xigang at all.

"How terrifying! That bomb is not that big..."

"Not big is a relative term. I couldn't see it clearly at the time, but I'm sure the bomb was definitely bigger than the secret patrol car."

Conan held out the oxygen pen in his mouth, worried about the guards at the West Port. They were all swept away near the fence, and the guards closest to the sea must have fallen into the sea. They didn't have oxygen pens...

"Conan, stop looking. They may have sunk to the bottom of the sea."

Hiroki looked at Conan who was reaching out to him for a new oxygen pen as if he was diving to find it, and hugged his backpack to refuse, as these oxygen pens were necessary items for them to swim back to Hachijo Island.

"No, I can't watch someone die in front of me..."

Conan couldn't finish his words because he heard a voice in the distance. He turned his head sharply and saw several men in black lying on a pink car, exactly the same as before.

"Great, they are all still alive!"

"Indeed, this is a good thing." Hiroki nodded while floating on the sea, and then changed the subject: "But you are probably dead."

"Ok?"

Conan looked at Hiroki in confusion.

"Don't you think the car they are holding looks familiar?" Hiroki sighed, "Sonoko's car is well sealed. It must have been modified."

"Eh..." Conan kept swallowing his saliva, looking around: "This, that? Hmm? Look over there!"

"Come on, your skill at changing the subject is terrible. Shinpachi is much better than you."

Hiroki snorted, confident that he would never be fooled by Conan, until his face was slapped by Conan and he turned around sharply, and the small boat that appeared in his sight really surprised him.

"Small boat! And it's not the police boat parked in Westport?!"

Hiroki immediately paddled towards the boat, and Conan followed closely behind. The sound of their paddling attracted the attention of the guards, but they did not follow. Obviously, they chose the latter between giving up the pink car and not grabbing the boat.

The main reason was that they didn't have any oxygen supply equipment, and after rolling in the sea for so long, they didn't have the strength to move, let alone catch up with the two children after they got on the boat.

"They two... should come back to pick us up, right?"

(End of this chapter)