Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"It seems like you didn't sleep well last night?"

While cleaning the room, she observed the three people who came home. Akiko noticed the dark circles under their eyes and knew what had probably happened.

"Sure enough, we were right not to go with him yesterday." Hiroki drank vegetables and avoided Anna who was sitting on the sofa playing with knitting.

This woman...no, it should be a cat...she is indeed a woman, and she actually thinks of herself as the mistress. Is this reasonable?

Thinking of what he had found on the Internet about cats' territorial awareness, Hiroki sighed and walked lonely to the basement. He had almost forgotten the lofty status of the second eldest son of the Kudo family when he had just returned from the United States, and now he could only be ranked in front of the dog.

Opening the door, Hiroki threw the drink can into the trash can at the door. Just as he was about to go online and play a dungeon with Sonoko, he caught a glimpse of two big lumps on his bed from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, who asked you to go to my bed!"

After slapping Yujiro and Shinpachi on the buttocks, Hiroki sighed when he noticed the two dogs raised their heads, opened their eyes and looked at him disdainfully before continuing to bury the dogs' heads in the bed.

"Okay, okay, I won't disturb your sleep."

He pressed the switch on the computer and was about to hold the mouse when there was a "woof" behind him. He had to cover his face and gritted his teeth and shouted: "I know, I will wear headphones!"

Not to mention the basement, after putting the suitcase back in its place, Yuuji slumped on the sofa and didn't want to move at all.

[Who knew that that guy with me would actually play cards until dawn? 】

Recalling what Miss Chris had told him in the morning, Yuji watched the two girls go upstairs to sleep. Yuji took out the car keys from the living room cabinet. After disguising himself as Machiko, he said hello to Akiko and went out again.

Driving to the organizational base where Belmod took him for the first time, Yuji carried a bag of donuts, followed the route in his memory, opened the door to the outside members, and respectfully shouted to himself, "Sir Spiris!" When I arrived, I took another look inside the base.

Compared to the last time I came here, the current base is much better. The interior decoration is very much in the style of a real base. Speaking of which, I also have a base in Hokkaido, but I have never visited it. I have always asked Miss Chris to send someone to take care of it. Do you want to take some time to go there?

Entering the lounge, the boy immediately spotted Belmode sleeping on the couch, holding a red cat-shaped doll.

"I just received a gift from Miss Xiaolan, and Miss Chris hugged it to sleep, right?" Yuji pushed the woman's shoulder, took out a strawberry-flavored donut from the bag, tore off the bottom, and put the belt The flavorful side was brought to Belmod's mouth, and then withdrawn immediately before she could bite her finger.

"It was so dangerous, I almost got my finger bitten off."

Pushing Chris to the other side, Machiko sat down and said, "What's going on today? Do you want me to come here?"

Opening his eyes just a slit, Belmod took a deep breath and said, "Not only you, but Calvados, Bourbon, Kiel and the newcomer will also be here, so just wait a little longer."

After saying that, Belmod turned over and continued to sleep, leaving Yuji to wander around the base by himself.

【What did you do last night? Sleepier than me...]

Holding a powdered sugar donut in his mouth, Yuji walked into the shooting room under the gaze of peripheral members, looking at the wall full of weapons and picking them up.

"This is more like an apartment than a base?"

The guns on the wall were more valuable for collection than practical, because if it was just for practicing shooting ability, Yuji felt that Miss Chris would not hang a flintlock gun on it.

Picking up a revolver with his right hand, the boy stuffed some more donuts into his mouth, loaded the bullets, aimed at the thirty-meter target, and said in vague words: "Show-time!"

Looking at the target with only three bullet holes, the young man was silent for a while, then spat at the gun in his hand: "It's indeed something from more than a hundred years ago, but it's just bad."

"I think this is because your skills still need to be improved."

There was a voice at the door. Yuji glanced at Toru Amuro, who was looking at his joke, and narrowed his eyes. He turned the gun in his hand and handed the gun over: "Then you come and try?"

"Just try it, my shooting ability is no worse than Gin!"

Ten minutes later, when Kiel led Fujiwara into the base, he saw several peripheral members standing at the door of the shooting room from a distance, peeking in furtively.

"What are you doing?" With a cold tone, Shui Wulian took out his pistol and pulled the trigger above his head, smashing the ceiling lamp to disperse these people, and then smiled slightly.

"It's really amazing. Senior Kir can shoot and break the lamp without even looking at the position." Kojiro complimented him, and then heard Sui Wureina cough twice: "Since you think so, then the compensation for the lamp will be yours." On the head."

After opening the door and walking in, the two of them were stunned when they saw the president holding Bourbon's arm tightly.

"No, it really isn't. Even if you only hit twenty of the sixty bullets, there's no need to be hard on yourself!"

Machiko signaled Rena Minato and Fujiwara to quickly grab Toru Amuro, then took the empty gun from Bourbon's hand and threw it far into the corner.

It wasn't until everyone's emotions stabilized that the two people who had just arrived had the energy to ask what happened.

"That's it." After regaining his composure, Yuuji sat on the sofa in the shooting room and opened a can of coffee: "He always missed the shot of Bourbon. He even missed all six shots once, so he just fired the gun. I aimed my mouth at my leg to see if it would miss."

"It stands to reason that this kind of revolver can hit at least half of the hits from a distance of thirty meters. Isn't Boben doing too many hand movements?" Kojiro leaned against the wall and didn't notice the flash on Yuji's face at all. A hint of embarrassment.

[This guy, the plan to sell tofu can be put forward...]

"There is something wrong with his brain." Rena Mizuno vowed and looked at Fujiwara before sitting down: "I don't think you should aim at the legs and just shoot the head. It will also save the president's monthly salary of 300,000 yen."

Nodding, Fujiwara agreed: "In that case, it would be great if I made him a full-time employee when I fire him. Just give me Bourbon's code name."

After saying that, he turned to the side and bowed sharply, with a hint of sarcasm visible on his bandaged face: "What do you think, ex-bourbon senior?"

"I think you should be fired immediately, no." Bourbon, who was still kind at first, raised his eyebrows and took out a pistol and pointed it at Fujiwara: "Why don't you verify it and see if my hands are shaking?"

"That's enough!" Yuji patted the armrest: "What kind of place is this? It's Belmod's base. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at when you quarrel here?"

"Actually, I've already seen it, and it's a first-class seat. I can see it very clearly."

Behind the target fifty meters in front of the shooting room, a figure emerged from behind the target, and it was Calvados.

"This guy...is really not afraid of death..." Fujiwara held his forehead and shouted in confusion: "If they had just pointed at the fifty-meter target and fired, wouldn't you be doomed?"

"Don't worry." Calvados hammered his chest with his fist, making a clanging sound.

"I'm just trying out the new ceramic body armor Belmod gave me."

【Go crazy! 】x4