Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

Misunderstanding and conflict are the common techniques of comedy. If ordinary people heard what Rize said, there would be many more laughs. For example, doubting one's own ears, or thinking of something else, but this third-rate plot is obviously not suitable for Kudo Yusaku.

He undressed himself and threw his bulletproof vest on the ground. Thinking of Yuzuki and Kaori's attitude before they set out, the situation became clear. His mind was so distracted that he didn't even notice that there were two more people behind him.

"This kid is so cute."

The more mature man with a beard leaned against a tree. Seeing that his brother was silent, he joked: "You may not accept her now anyway, so I might as well take her home..."

"What a joke you are talking about." Kudo Yusaku suddenly came to his senses, turned around and hugged his chest: "Don't talk to yourself there."

After glancing at little Kid who was standing in a daze on the side, Kudo Yusaku stared at the woods on the other side.

"Hey, quite perceptive, worthy of being a non-staff member who learned from the top agent of M16."

Tokuzumi, dressed in black, walked out of the woods slowly. His leather gloves slapped tree after tree, and his appearance scared Kuroba Kaito so much that he jumped violently.

"Hey! Dad, he..."

"Don't get me wrong, our commander is not interested in any invincible gems or rejuvenating drugs." Dequan took out a police officer's ID from his arms and threw it to Kuroba Kaito.

Looking at the police ID with Kidd's face on it and the rank of Inspector, Kuroba Kaito's eyes lit up and his voice became unstable: "This... This is considered..."

"We don't intend to recruit a thief, but it's not a good idea for the lady to come from a family that steals things."

“…I’m a Phantom Thief. You know what a Phantom Thief is? I’m the Phantom Thief who makes a lot of noises everywhere!”

"Isn't that still a thief?"

"I've returned all my things!" Kuroba Kaito shouted unconvinced.

Tokuizumi looked at Kuroba Kaito calmly: "Be careful, don't use this thing casually."

"If you ask me, can I still be called a phantom thief with this? I still have to compete with the great detective."

Although Yuji also told him not to worry, how could he be so sure? He really wanted to take a photo of this certificate in front of Inspector Nakamori.

“Has the situation on the island been stabilized?”

"Almost. But these guys are very loyal. None of them survived."

Feeling that they were talking about something dangerous, Kuroba Kaito slowly shrank behind his father to reduce his presence. At the same time, he felt that his voice might have been a little loud when he was talking to Mr. Tokuizumi just now, and he would definitely change it next time.

Yusaku Kudo held the railing and after confirming that those causing trouble were Chris's people, he roughly estimated the current forces on the island.

The Metropolitan Police Department, the Police Bureau, the Suzuki Group, the Karasuma Group, the Black Organization, and a group of people undercover in Karasuma.

[No, we also need to add Minami Masamune's people and the international police in the ocean buoy. ]

The steady Mr. Kudo couldn't help but complain in his heart about the hustle and bustle on the island, and hoped that his own wedding would be a little quieter.

[It is best if no one except the parents of both parties comes. ]

He said he is old and doesn't like too lively scenes.

After satisfying his curiosity, Kudo Yusaku simply nodded to the Kuroba father and son and was about to go down the mountain. Suddenly he thought of something, went down and hurriedly turned back.

"Is that child's last name really Kuroba? Who is his guardian? Can it be changed back? There will soon be no more Kudos in our Kudo family."

"The guardian is Chris." Dequan raised his eyebrows: "The commander also likes the young lady very much. Her last name is Kudo... Please go to the back row."

"..."

... "Hey, I'm finally back."

Standing in front of the torpedo launch port of the submarine, Machiko touched her face, wiped off the drops of water that might have been sea water or sweat, and made way for Fujiwara to lift both women up.

"Welcome back, you have completed your mission well."

Vodka walked to the torpedo mouth with a few cups of hot milk. After Machiko took the tray of milk, he directly checked Naomi who was still unconscious, carried her on his shoulders and walked out.

"By the way, Big Brother is already waiting for you in the lounge."

The submarine's detention room was not close to the lounge, and it was impossible for Vodka to show up in person with his real face, so he left Naomi to a code-named member on the submarine, and after giving instructions, he went back to his room to catch up on some sleep.

In the prison room, Haibara Ai, who had woken up from a coma, felt the smell of pickled tissue around her. She touched it from head to toe, and everything except her clothes was taken away, so she had to sit quietly.

Fortunately, the phone she uses at home and when she goes out is not the same, otherwise she would definitely be worried now, suspecting that the organization would discover some secrets after cracking her phone.

With a "swish" sound, the prison door opened and the unfamiliar outer member threw Naomi on the bed next to Haibara Ai, stared at the child pretending to sleep for a while, and then went out.

In the lounge, at the submarine's dining table, Kuroba Rize sat next to Vermouth, and was reluctant to touch the snacks and drinks in front of her.

If it were only Chris, she would definitely be trying her best to act like a spoiled child, but there was a sullen-looking old man next to her, so Rize said she had to be more reserved.

"Those who boarded the fishing boats are probably dead."

Gin put a piece of fried fish fillet into his mouth. Judging from the sauce, it was Vodka's making. He took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and glanced at the cash box at Vermouth's feet.

"This money belongs to Li Ze."

"My people have taken action." Gin tapped the table with his hand: "Even if they work for free, the ship and the bombs cost money."

"The boat was a nearly scrapped fishing boat that you bought at a low price. The bombs were secretly taken away by you when I was working with the Metropolitan Police Department to arrest the bomber. Where did you get the money?"

Vermouth snorted, looked at the fish fillet with disdain, unwrapped the potato chips in front of her and began to feed her granddaughter.

"He's in the hospital, why is he doing all this?"

Gin looked at Vermouth, hoping that this woman would tell him what she knew.

"Why... isn't it obvious? The organization lost the most people this time, and he killed the most as well."

Vermouth asked the girl to go out and play, and only when they were alone in the lounge did she put away her kind smile and return to the same terrifying feeling as Gin.

"Attack, cause panic and he will have a chance. He will eliminate everyone who stands in his way."

"The boss won't watch him do this."

"Who knows." Vermouth lit a cigarette: "At least he destroyed the evidence very thoroughly."

"Rat..." Gin's tone gradually calmed down: "It's a traitor."

"He didn't betray the organization." Vermouth leaned back: "Now it seems that you are the worst off."

"You're next."

"It doesn't matter. At worst I can just retire. He has no say in the US."

Vermouth placed the cigarette on the vodka fish fillet, held the money and blew a kiss to Gin in his reluctant eyes, intending to take Rize back to the room to sleep.

"She stayed up late." (End of this chapter)