Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Yesterday, the biological research center in Seymour City was attacked and blown up by terrorists. The criminal gang called themselves Red Siamese Cats and advertised on the Internet that they had stolen the terrifying killing bacteria and would conduct a second activity in three days."

On the third floor of the Maori Detective Agency, watching the news on TV, Xiaolan and the other two stopped using their chopsticks.

"Why is it Seymour City again? The biological research center was actually invaded by terrorists. The security measures are too poor."

Holding his chin, Yuji coughed twice and looked at Conan over Xiaolan.

"What are you doing, uncle."

Holding the rice bowl on the table that was as big as half of his face, Conan shrank back.

"You and those little ghosts should pay attention to one thing. The news said that if a child is infected with that kind of bacteria, the mortality rate is as high as 80%."

Frowning, Yuji drank the beer in the glass and handed the glass to Xiaolan obediently.

Since that drinking, in order to ensure that she would not be suspected in front of Conan, Machiko was allowed by Xiaolan to drink a can of beer a day.

Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Yuuji took the suit jacket from the hanger and walked to the entrance while putting on his clothes.

"...Dad, where are you going so late?"

Ran also stepped back a little and followed Yuuji. When she found that Shinichi didn't come over, she whispered, "Machiko, where are you going?"

He took out a pair of Uncle Mori's leather shoes from the shoe cabinet, stuffed the height-increasing insoles in them, and whispered to Xiaolan.

"I'll take a taxi to the Metropolitan Police Department. With such a big thing happening, Officer Megure must have inside information."

Patting Xiaolan on the shoulder, the boy pointed at Conan who was still eating in the living room and smiled.

"If you come back late, you should go to bed first."

After that, under the worried eyes of the one-horned girl, Yuuji pushed open the door on the third floor of the Mori family's house and took a taxi to the Metropolitan Police Department.

………

"Brother, the red Siamese cat, isn't that..."

At the organization's training base, Vodka, standing behind Gin, watched the news on TV and seemed to remember something.

"What..."

Lighting a cigarette with the lighter on the table, Gin glanced at his younger brother and refocused his attention on Chianti and Cohen who were training.

In front of the holographic projection device, two sniper rifles kept updating the shooting records. The target they were aiming at was obviously the projected target, Domon Yasuki, who was preparing to participate in the election for the parliamentarian.

"More than ten years ago, because of the indiscriminate attack on the six major consortiums, the boss later said that he had received protection fees from the consortiums and asked us to deal with those guys."

Vodka looked at Gin's expression of sudden enlightenment and continued.

"At that time, the six major consortiums paid a lot of money, and the Karasuma Consortium came forward and made a deal with the organization."

"I remember it." Gin spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and looked at the sniper duo whose shooting distance stopped at about 600 yards, feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Damn it! When the environment is bad, the accuracy can't be controlled."

Holding the gun in front of his chest, Chianti was about to aim again when Gin behind him called him to stop.

"That's enough. By then, we will not exceed 500 meters with Domon Yasuki. This result is enough."

Gin slowly stepped forward to take Cohen's gun and adjusted the distance to 800 yards. In the simulated environment of rainy days, a bullet hit Domon Yasuki's forehead.

After turning off the projection device and returning the sniper rifle to Cohen, Gin looked at the TV in the corner that was broadcasting news and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Brother..."

Several people consciously stepped back a few steps, watching Gin turn off the screen of his mobile phone and stand there motionless, and Vodka walked forward carefully.

"The boss said that this matter will be confirmed by Spires."

After turning off the power switch of this training base, Gin walked in front. With his right leg pausing a little, he snorted and got into the car with his subordinates.

Taking out the car keys from his pocket and starting the Porsche that Kiel had brought back, Vodka stepped on the accelerator and drove the car on the road.

"Brother, the new car from the United States has been delivered."

Gin lit another cigarette with the car's cigarette lighter, slowly exhaled the smoke, and observed Chianti and Cohen who were driving behind him in the rearview mirror.

"Send the car and the keys to Vermouth."

"Yes..."

………

"Brother Maori, why are you here?"

In the office of the Third Department of the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department, Officer Megure stared at Maori Kogoro who suddenly appeared in his seat unnaturally, with his hands clenched into fists.

Could it be that there is a new incident...

"Officer Megure, is what the news said true?"

Taking out the high-grade coffee powder from Officer Megure's drawer, Yuji found a paper cup to make coffee for himself, and opened the take-out fried chicken set meal by the way.

The aroma immediately filled the office at night. The police officers who volunteered to work overtime all looked up and found Detective Maori who was eating happily.

After glaring at his subordinates who were slacking off, Officer Megure noticed another takeout on the desk and opened the lid without hesitation.

"This is your midnight snack."

Waving his hand, Yuji took a sip of coffee and picked up a piece of fried chicken and put it in his mouth.

"It doesn't matter. I bought it for you."

After eating and drinking, Yuji was driven to the toilet by Officer Megure. After finding no one, he hugged his chest and asked, "Can you tell me now?"

"Originally, the police planned to keep it secret to avoid causing social panic. But they didn't expect that the red Siamese cats had released a notice on the Internet in advance. Now there was no choice, and Chief Inspector Odagiri allowed the reporters to report the news."

Since he was already here, Officer Megure unbuttoned his pants in front of the urinal, and recalled the afternoon meeting while flushing the water.

"Red Siamese cats, what is their origin?"

"Huh?" Officer Megure looked at Maori Kogoro in confusion, and shook his head.

"More than ten years ago, the terrorist organization that attacked the consortium was the Red Siamese cats? Brother Maori, I remember you were still a policeman at the time, have you forgotten?"

"Ah...ah! I remember! Red Siamese cats, right!" Yuji patted his head hard, and laughed embarrassedly, pretending to be confused.

"I've been drinking a lot recently, and my head is not sober. Please forgive me."

After washing his hands, Officer Megure prepared to go back to the office to work overtime, while Yuji prepared to go home.

"By the way, brother Maori." Officer Megure suddenly stopped and turned to look at Yuji.

"The killer bacteria can be transmitted in droplets. It's better to buy some masks and hand sanitizers and store them at home before they start to be snapped up."

"What about Officer Megure?" Yuji looked out the window. It was getting dark. When they got off work, the pharmacy would probably be closed.

"Don't worry about me. We received a notice this morning. All the police have bought it."

Holding his hat, Officer Megure glared at Maori Kogoro.

"The bacterial infection has not been reported by reporters yet. Don't tell anyone, or I will be scolded by the higher-ups."