Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Is that so."

Nodding, Yuji's nose twitched, he yawned, rubbed his shoulders with his hands, and raised his head to point at the central air conditioner on the ceiling of the lounge.

"Don't you think the air conditioner is a bit too cold?"

"Huh?" x2

Putting his hand to his mouth, Yuji coughed twice and shouted to the door: "Those cat people, please turn down the air conditioner."

The lounge was much quieter, and the female intern's face slowly changed from anger to sympathy.

"Hey, what do you mean by that expression, an expression that says I have a problem with my head." Yuji turned around and pointed at the man and woman with guns, as if to verify something, and looked at the people behind him.

"It's too much, right, Ran."

"Enough!"

The photographer punched the wall hard, covered his aching hand and stared at Maori Kogoro.

"I see you talk so much, so I might as well start with you, so that these policemen won't be dishonest." He pouted at the woman, his eyes fixed on Maori Kogoro's leg.

"Just shoot him in the leg, so that he can shut up, it hurts my ears."

Everyone at the scene looked at Maori Kogoro nervously, only Xiaolan, who knew that the bullets of the two men's pistols had been removed by Kaito, and Yuji looked calm.

"Really? Then let's just play a game." Yuji reached into the pocket inside his suit, noticed the tense expressions of the two people opposite him, and slowly took out his wallet.

He pulled out a Fukuzawa Yukichi from his wallet and shook it in front of the female reporter: "I'll make a bet with you."

"Bet?"

The female reporter stared at the Fukuzawa Yukichi, and began to sweat in her hand. She really couldn't understand why this little mustache didn't care when she might be shot to death.

"What bet?"

Laughing, Yuji motioned the photographer to take the photo of Fukuzawa Yukichi, and then looked at the female reporter.

"Just bet... your gun has no bullets."

What?

The female reporter glanced at the gun in her hand, and a confident look appeared on her face: "Your brain is broken."

"What does it matter, isn't it fun?"

"Hey, Mr. Mori, what are you doing!" Officer Nakamori hurried forward, trying to pull this confused peer back: "This is different from mahjong and horse racing!"

"It's okay, Officer Nakamori."

"No means no!" Officer Nakamori stood in front of Yuji, looking at the muzzle of the gun pointed at his chest, and although his legs were shaking, he still looked straight at the gangster.

"I am... a policeman! Before I fall, no one will be in trouble."

"We too!"

Officer Nakamori's subordinates also stood up from behind, and the five of them blocked everyone tightly.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you filming some kind of hot-blooded drama? Mr. Officer, my gun can hold up to eight bullets." The female reporter glanced at him and said, "You five people, that's not enough."

She smiled twice and tilted her head to look at Maori Kogoro behind Officer Nakamori.

"I've decided, I'll bet with you."

Pushing Officer Nakamori aside, Yuji walked to the front of the female reporter step by step. Just as the woman was about to pull the trigger, he added.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm a Japanese public security officer."

The two of them looked ugly in an instant, and they gritted their teeth at Maori Kogoro.

"Why, don't you believe it?"

With a sigh, Yuji tore open the gap between his suits and took out a public security certificate from it. Looking at Maori Kogoro's face on it, Officer Nakamori widened his eyes and couldn't close his mouth.

"Come on." Swinging his hand to the side, Yuji raised his eyebrows and put his hand on the muzzle of the gun.

"You openly shot Japanese police officers, what will happen to you? I don't need to tell you." Ignoring the trembling hands of the female reporter, Maori Kogoro directly took the gun, opened the window of the lounge and threw it down.

"People like you have more blood on their hands than us..." When they reached the door, the two glared at the mustache, warned everyone to be quiet, and then left.

"You should also go out. Waitress over there, you have been keeping your hands in your pockets since I started talking to them."

Looking past Dr. Agasa at a short-haired waitress behind him, Maori Kogoro found a chair to sit down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, borrowed a match to light it, and quietly stared at the waitress who also took out a pistol and walked out of the lounge.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Seeing that there were no other suspicious people here, Yuji quickly extinguished the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, almost coughing out his lungs.

Really, what's so good about this thing?

"Hey, Mr. Maori, are you really a public security officer?" Officer Nakamori immediately shook the man's hand: "Do you have any way to contact the National Police Agency?"

Using his little finger to pick his ear, Yuji hissed and handed the public security certificate in his hand to Officer Nakamori.

"This..." Touching the public security certificate with Maori Kogoro's head, Officer Nakamori covered his face: "It's illegal to make a fake certificate!"

"I'm a detective..."

"That's right..."

Watching the conversation between Nakamori Ginzo and Maori Kogoro, Suzuki Jirokichi touched his chin and scanned Maori's face.

………

"You said Maori Kogoro is a Japanese public security officer!"

In the cockpit, Cathead looked at the female reporter and photographer in front of him, and kept searching for Maori Kogoro's information on his mobile phone.

"It is said on the Internet that Maori Kogoro was indeed a police officer in the Investigation Division 1 ten years ago. Because of an accident, he quit his job as a police officer."

Putting away the phone, Mao leaned his head against the wall: "Looking at it this way, he must be a police officer."

"Can you confirm this?" The photographer looked at the sea under the airship, wondering about Maotou's judgment.

"It's probably no problem. Public security is a relatively secretive job. I think he quit the police force probably to be an undercover agent or to observe..."

Mao Tou smiled, took off a pistol from his lap and threw it into the photographer's hand.

"Then you go and deal with him."

"Asshole, what are you talking about!" He rushed forward and grabbed Maotou by the collar. The photographer stared at his face with hatred.

"If I kill him, maybe the police will kill me right away!"

"What are you afraid of? They are all police, right? How could they kill you?"

Although Maotou seemed to be comforting the photographer, his sarcastic tone and unpleasant smile also showed that he knew that what the photographer said was indeed the truth.

The sound of the airship's propellers turning and the loud noise of the wind blowing high in the sky made the cab extremely quiet at the moment.

"Don't worry, I will send your share of the money to your mother in your hometown."

Mao Tou patted the photographer on the shoulder: "Compared to this, it is more important to deal with Moori Kogoro first."

"I won't do it. My life is gone. Why do I need money?" The photographer shook off Mao Tou's hand on his shoulder, opened the cab door, and walked out with the female reporter.

"Then there's nothing we can do about it. That policeman with the mustache is really lucky."

"A few children are missing. You'd better go look for them."

Looking at the two people's backs, Maotou closed the cab door, then sat on the co-pilot of the airship and took out his cell phone.

It's really strange why Fujioka disappeared...