Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"As expected of Maori Kogoro, the Sleeping Detective is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Throwing away the injection needle in her hand, Nurse A touched the medical tray with her right hand, took the hanging bottle of glucose and smashed it lightly at the end of the bed, making a sharp crack in the glass bottle, and then placed it on Fu Jiang Takusan's neck.

Of course, the most nervous and embarrassed person now is not Takuzo Axe himself, but Kogoro Mori, or Kaito Kuroba, who is on his left hand and holding a can of coffee in his hand.

"I should have realized it. It's all because of the coffee." Not wanting to admit that his injuries were still affecting him, Kuroba Kaito explained to Axie Takuzo and the two policemen, "It's really delicious."

"You're not Maori Kogoro either?!"

Ginzo Nakamori's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He curled his lips at "Kuroba Kaito" in disgust. Seeing that the guy hid towards the door very skillfully, he rolled his eyes and sighed.

[It’s Kaito after all…]

But this kid really didn't have any problems, which made the policeman's father-in-law feel a little relieved.

"Let go of Mr. Fu Jiang, surrender and accept arrest by the police." Officer Nishimura had his pistol pointed at the nurse's feet, but he could raise it in an instant if he wanted to.

"As long as you tell us who is behind you, the Hakodate Police Department will apply for a reduced sentence for you."

"Really, I think this is really..." The nurse holding Fujiang Takuzo's face was slightly moved at first, and then suddenly turned sarcastic: "You don't think what you said is very touching, do you?"

"Whether you are moved or not, my promise is always valid."

Officer Nishimura saw Takuzo Axie waving his hands and feet but not daring to move his neck. He tried to accuse the policeman silently, but when he noticed that the policeman ignored him, he couldn't help but complain.

"You see that thing she has in her hand? It's the thing that's stuck around my neck. It'll probably kill me in a second."

"Wow, if you hadn't mentioned it, Mr. Axe, I really wouldn't have seen it." Kuroba Kaito's words instantly attracted everyone's attention to himself. He spread his hands stiffly and looked at Officer Nishimura with some grievance: "What's wrong? The air is so stagnant."

"Although Officer Nishimura may not like this, I still want to say it. You did a great job."

While everyone was paying attention to Kaito Kuroba, Officer Nakamori launched a surprise attack on the nurse. He grabbed Nurse A's hand and kicked Takuzo Afue off the bed, making him crawl on the ground like a newborn baby.

"It would be better if you didn't plan to dive straight into the arms of another nurse, Mr. Fu Jiang."

In the blink of an eye of Officer Nishimura, the scene in the ward changed drastically. Officer Nakamori pinched the right hand of Nurse A, and the left hands of the two people were holding each other's collars. By the window, Fujiang Takuzo, who was clinging to the windowsill, was waving outside. Until he remembered that he didn't seem to have sent anyone downstairs, he hid in the corner of the room in disappointment and curled up, hoping that the entangled nurse Miss B and "Mr. Maori" would not see him.

...

"So follow the plan."

Wucheng was holding an old film camera in his hand. The people he brought were being searched by a group of Miura's bodyguards. The subordinates who were not carrying weapons passed through quickly, so the group prepared to return to the ward.

"I can't believe that there is a newspaper called The Daily Planet in the United States, Mr. Clark Kent, and that you speak Japanese so well."

"If you've been to the United States, you probably know that half of the households in New York read this newspaper every morning."

Of course, he didn't know, this was all written by Kudo Yuji in the character settings, but coincidentally, this information was true.

Miura held a can of tea and a can of coffee, and approached Goshiro with some curiosity, but his eyes fell on the camera in Goshiro's hand.

“Why not use a digital camera?”

"We are going to many places with harsh environments, and film cameras are more reliable." Wucheng looked at Miura who was hesitant to speak, and patted him on the shoulder twice: "I don't think this is what you want to ask." "Okay, okay, then I'll ask." Miura stared at Wucheng with a suspicious look: "Are you really not related to the guy wearing red shorts outside?"

"Superman is fictional." Gojo was extremely polite. He deliberately opened his collar a little so that Miura could see that there was no blue battle suit underneath.

"It just so happens that the author of Superman incorporated his own personality and work into the comics."

Gojo pointed at Miura in confusion, "I thought the original author's credit on the first page of the movie was obvious enough."

"You mean, you're the original author of Superman?"

Miura was surprised: "Why do you want to interview Mr. Fujiang?"

"Needless to say, treasure hunting will always attract everyone's attention." Wu Cheng grinned: "Maybe we should go meet Mr. Fu Jiang now."

"Of course, he must be waiting for you all."

The moment Miura turned his head, Gojo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that telling lies was more tiring than fighting.

"Squeak." The people from Wucheng suddenly stopped, shouted to the person walking in front to stop, and pointed at the men in black suits who had just entered the door, each carrying canvas bags.

"They seemed to have pulled black hats out of their pockets and hung them on their heads."

As soon as a bodyguard finished speaking, the group of people were immediately startled and started looking for cover.

"Wow, you guys are really experienced reporters."

Looking at the "American reporters" who were kneeling and being more alert than himself and his men, Miura praised Gojo who was hiding behind the same fire extinguisher as himself. Not noticing the other party's speechless eyes and not hearing the hypocritical compliment of "mutually" Miura waved his hands embarrassedly.

"This outfit belongs to Brian's people."

Miura seriously told Wucheng what the other party could see at a glance, then reminded the group of reporters to take shelter first, took out a gun from his pocket and gestured to his own people.

"Are you crazy? The opponents are holding submachine guns, what's the use of your small pistol?" Wucheng widened his eyes. Even if a person is very powerful, when more than a dozen submachine guns are pointed at him, there is only one outcome, that is, being shot into a sieve, not to mention the person holding a pistol and attracting hatred.

"I wouldn't rush out even if there were police outside who killed me." Miura said with a bitter face, "But now I have no choice but to go, otherwise what will happen to the other people in the hospital?"

[This guy is quite reasonable. ]

Wucheng's impression of Miura changed a little and he felt that this guy was much better than he thought.

"It would be great if Sir's men were here, so I could hide behind them."

Gojo didn't hear Miura's muttering, or rather, he pretended not to hear it. He was hesitating on how to launch a sudden attack without hurting the patients and their families who were already frightened by the sudden appearance of the masked man.

"Ahem, I have an idea." Gojo whispered something in Miura's ear.

"good idea!"

So the bodyguards and fake reporters watched their boss raise his hands and stand up. (End of this chapter)