Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

The old man and the old lady were disguised, so what they said before was all fake?

After finding the old man getting off the taxi in front, Conan also jumped off the taxi after paying the fare. He hid behind a street lamp and saw the sign of this street.

"Chinatown?"

Seeing the old man walk in, Conan hurriedly followed.

There were Chinese characters written on the street that elementary school students couldn't understand, and there were shouting sounds everywhere. In Conan's ears, who couldn't understand Chinese, he always thought that these aunts were quarreling.

Kudo Yusaku walked into Chinatown and came to a Bajiquan gym after passing two Chinese restaurants. He looked around, avoided the crowd and squeezed into the alley on the side of the gym, and walked in through the small door.

That old man, didn't close the door?

Standing at the door of the small door, Conan clenched his fists and sneaked in quietly.

The gym was a little dim. Holding the shelf, the elementary school student noticed a middle-aged man sitting in front of the candle and talking to the old man. He was wearing a Tang suit and a pair of round metal glasses.

"Okay, I will help you with anything, don't worry."

Chinese?

Conan hesitated for a few seconds after sticking his head out, and left the gym along the same path.

"Is the child just now your son?"

The boxer picked up a cup of tea under the candle and took a sip casually: "The breathing is too heavy. He hasn't learned the essence of detective tracking."

After tapping his neck, Kudo Yusaku restored his original voice and smiled distressedly.

"He's just a child..."

Leaning against the chair, the boxer nodded and then stood up.

"Since you plan to write our Chinese Bajiquan into the novel, I'm going to play it a few times for you to see."

Back at the Maori Detective Agency, Conan looked at Yuji who was cooking, pinched his chin and sat on the sofa, thinking about the true identity of these two people.

"How is it, tracking for a day?"

"I have some clues for the time being. The old man went to Chinatown in the afternoon and talked to a Chinese boxer who practices Bajiquan."

Conan asked casually, taking out a bag of snacks from the cabinet in the living room.

"By the way, have you called your dad recently?"

It seems that Shinichi guessed who we are...

"No, we haven't been in touch since my mother went back to the United States last time."

Yukiko, disguised as Yuuji, brought out dinner from the kitchen and sat at the table with Conan: "Do you think those two people are pretending to be them?"

Nodding, Conan crossed his hands and rested his chin, and suddenly laughed.

It is estimated that they are the only ones who would be so boring.

"Yuuji, let's make a plan."

………

Back to the rented house, Kudo Yusaku slowly opened the door, touched his disguised beard, changed into slippers, and came to the attic with a convenience store lunch box.

Without looking at his wife, the novelist sat on the sofa they bought to monitor the Mori Detective Agency.

"Shinichi followed me all afternoon. I was planning to let the Bajiquan boss scare him, but he retreated on his own."

Picking up a piece of grilled mackerel, Kudo Yusaku sighed: "Shinichi has grown a lot..."

Found that Yukiko, who usually likes to talk a lot, was eating her lunch quietly at this moment, Kudo Yusaku felt something was wrong and raised his head in confusion.

The hand holding the chopsticks stopped in the air, his pupils shrank, and he looked at the muzzle facing him.

"You are not Yukiko!"

After tearing off the old lady's mask on his face and looking at the face of the house salesman yesterday, Kudo Yusaku slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"It's the famous novelist Kudo Yusaku, you found it right away."

With a sneer, Yuji shook the gun, but still aimed it at Kudo Yusaku's head: "We suspected why Vermouth pretended to be Maori Kogoro before, so this is it."

Pick out a pair of clean chopsticks, the boy opened the lid of the bento with his hands, and looked for meat bit by bit.

"If I report this to Gin, I can probably be promoted from an outside member to a code member."

This person was not sent by Vermouth, but the one that Shinichi said Gin planted here because he suspected Vermouth...

"What will happen if I get promoted?" Kudo Yusaku leaned against the sofa and relaxed, his eyes kept looking at this man: "You are not doing this for money..."

After a pause, Yuji pretended to be surprised, moved the muzzle of the gun forward again, and asked nervously: "How do you know I am doing this for money?"

Speechlessly holding his forehead with his hand, Kudo Yusaku coughed twice, staring at the opposite side with a bad face: "How long are you going to play?"

Eh... I was discovered.

The boy pointed the muzzle of the gun at an empty bowl, pulled the trigger to sip water, and then tore off the disguise on his face with embarrassment.

"When did you find out?"

Pick up the lunch box, Yuji took a mouthful of rice, recalling his actions just now.

It seems that there is no flaw, right?

"If I can't even see this, I don't have to write mystery novels."

Tearing off the mask on his face, Yusaku Kudo stood up and walked to the telescope, looking through the lens at Conan and Yuji who were eating on the third floor of the Mori family.

That must be Yukiko...

"I didn't want to pretend to be my mother, but she said she wanted to exchange with me anyway." Holding his face, Yuji picked up a piece of shredded meat with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Your mother has been eating bento for two days. She probably can't help it anymore."

"Of course. What they are eating now is the food I asked Officer Matsuda to buy at the seafood market in Haido Town. It cost a lot of money."

Sitting on the sofa where Kudo Yusaku was just sitting, Yuji patted the armrest. In his mind, he saw the incredible face of Matsuda Jinpei when he drove here and found out that the so-called "big thing is not good" was that Yuji couldn't make it to Haido Town for today's seafood rush.

"Mom said that she would use my identity to give my brother a bath later."

After laughing a few times, Yuji suddenly saw his father turned around seriously and sat opposite him.

"What is that organization?"

Turning his head guiltily, the boy looked at the ceiling, pretending not to know what his father was talking about.

"You are very close to that Chris... Vermouth, and Xiaolan also knows that Maori Kogoro is a fake." Kudo Yusaku returned to the sofa and supported his son's shoulders.

"I'm not going to force you to answer, but you should pay more attention to your own safety. Sharon was your mother's good friend in the past, and I think she is still willing to protect you."

Looking at the sunset shining into the house from the window, Kudo Yusaku closed his eyes: "It seems that my original plan to take you to the United States is not feasible, and the two agents sent by the FBI also..."

"Actually, they didn't..." Yuji pretended to say it subconsciously, raised his head and looked into his father's smiling eyes.

"Is that so? It seems that my guess is right..."

Kudo Yusaku paused: "But if you want to pretend to tell me the truth accidentally, you'd better practice more next time."

Sure enough, the heart of reasoning is dirty...