Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Brother, we are here."

Watching the small plane slowly stop on the runway, he took off his headphones, turned off all the vodka buttons, and walked from the cockpit to the cabin. He looked at Gin who was looking out the window with a wine glass in his hand, and several people on the table who jointly undercovered and obtained information from the FBI information database. information obtained.

"I didn't expect Yuji Kudo to be an FBI agent. However, he is missing and his whereabouts are unknown. We still need to withdraw the assassination order first and send someone to find him..."

"idiot."

Gin placed the wine glass on the table and noticed that both Chianti and Cohen looked at the vodka in surprise, somewhat displeased.

"Even the two of them can see that this is a trap set by MI6 and the FBI. The purpose is to use our own hands to destroy the organization's source of funds."

Gin swept across the vodka coldly, causing him to tremble all over and lower his head.

"I'm sorry, brother, I..."

"Actually, you want to dispel my idea of ​​killing Kudo Yuji." Gin took out the gun from his pocket and pointed it at the vodka: "Because you have a careful idea. If he is really a mouse, you have to protect him..."

There was silence in the cabin. It felt like a bullet would rush out from the muzzle of the gun and overturn his skull in the next second. The cold sweat of vodka couldn't stop flowing down his face.

"Hey! Cohen, were we despised by him just now?"

Chianti called everyone's attention. She was glanced at by Gin's cold eyes. Even though she couldn't speak, she still said: "Hey, that's enough for you. We are not screws. We have My thoughts are quite normal.”

"Shh..."

Cohen wanted to come up and cover her mouth, but failed, so he sighed and sat back.

"In the final analysis, you yourself didn't know clearly whether Kudo Yuji was a rat at the beginning, so you rashly issued an assassination order."

The Chianti was on fire, not caring about the trepidation of vodka in the face.

"so what……"

Gin turned the muzzle of the gun away from Vodka's face and put it on Chianti's head: "You also want to be the rat under my gun..."

"Gin!" Cohen stood up: "That's not what we... meant."

"Ding-ding-dong~"

Because the phone to restart the plane rang after landing, Gin lowered his arm holding the gun and glanced at the phone. While his pupils widened slightly, he slammed the handle of the gun on the table hard, leaving a mark.

"Vodka, next time you have an idea, just say it." Gin glanced at the deformed pistol and threw it on the ground: "Because only mice can talk around the corner, and we can't."

"Brother..."

Vodka opened his mouth, and suddenly thought of the jealous domestic cat because he touched a wild cat on the roadside. He felt that he must be crazy, and quickly shook his head to dispel the idea.

"Remove the assassination order and let our people disguise themselves as police officers to search and rescue Kudo Yuuji."

With a light tap on the plane door and looking at the open door, Gin began to exude murderous aura and showed a terrifying smile: "Now let's go back to get the equipment and ask Rum why he took all the money from the institute. ”

"What!"x3

The three people behind them looked at each other with anger rising from their heads.

"Brother, our money is gone?!"

"That damn bald head! I want to make a hole in the top of her head!"

"Fuck...fuck...fuck him!"

…

This room is very nice. It looks refreshing and tidy. There are no unnecessary decorations or fancy Japanese paintings. No matter how long you sit there, you won't feel tired.

"Dong dong."

"Please come in."

After sorting out the clutter on the table, Mr. Yoshioka held the table, leaned back slightly, squinted his eyes and relaxed.

"Sir, a document was sent to the communication room just now. I sent it to you."

Yuki Tenkai closed the door and saw the large window on Mr. Yoshioka's right. The ventilation duct opening on the roof of the Metropolitan Police Department and the helipad were right next to it. After looking around the house, there was no paint on the cement walls. It felt very big. A trace of doubt flashed in Curaçao's eyes, but he pressed the button still.

"Where is the signature? What document is it?" Mr. Yoshioka waved to her.

After walking for more than 20 seconds, Curaçao stood in front of a set of plastic tables and benches. In the hollow drawer of the desk, he found a magazine about Gundam assembly, and the corner of his mouth still couldn't help but twitch.

"This is a document sent by the head of the Osaka Police Headquarters. I will go to the Metropolitan Police Department to report to you and the chief tomorrow."

"It's really strange. In the past few years, the chief patrolled various police headquarters, but this year it's actually the other way around."

Although the chief of the Tokyo Police Department is in charge of all police headquarters across the country, in the absence of serious faults, everyone still does superficial things and then plays their own game behind closed doors.

"Probably because Chief Minami stressed that he would never leave Tokyo before taking office."

After staying in the Metropolitan Police Department for a long time, Tianhai Yuxi also inquired a lot of information from various departments. Although most of them were rumors, he still collected some useful information.

"These senior officials in Osaka are more or less from the old Chinese ethnic group, and Mr. Minami and Mr. Ooka are representatives of the current Chinese ethnic group. I decided to come here after many considerations."

After Curacao finished speaking, he saw Mr. Yoshioka's surprise from the corner of his eye, and immediately realized that he seemed to have said a little too much, and hurriedly lowered his head to defend himself.

"I just heard what those people said when they were chatting, and I don't know why I thought of this."

"Amami..." Mr. Yoshioka held the creaking table and patted her shoulder seriously: "You are simply a genius in intelligence."

"Huh?" Curacao was stunned, watching the boy in front of him go crazy.

Thinking of Conan's words last night, Yuji already felt that she had not lost her memory, but he was even happier.

She had not lost her memory and did not plan to return to Rum. Doesn't that mean that even if the guy in front of him is not an undercover agent now, he is at least a traitor.

Although in the original work, she betrayed the organization because she had a connection with the Young Detectives, it is obvious that Curacao, who has only met them once, did not become a traitor because of this.

[It's because of me, my damn personality charm. ]

"I've decided that we have to find a way to get the power of the Security Bureau, otherwise I will stay in this storage room and grow grass next."

After a complicated circle, Mr. Yoshioka, who had not sat here for half a day, set out to find something to do again, and walked back with Amami who had just run from the police department.

"Sir!"

Pushing the door of the office open, Mr. Yoshioka took a step inside, and stood up suddenly when he saw the teacup falling on the table and the startled Minami Masamune.

"The director of the Osaka Police Headquarters, Hattori Heizo, will arrive in Tokyo tomorrow to meet with us."

After taking the documents from Amami and asking her to go back to her office, the boy closed the door, walked steadily to Minami Masamune, and leaned his butt against his expensive desk, not caring about the pain in his eyes.

"Do you need to take the documents from next door to the next building and then bring them back? Why not just deliver them here?" Minami Masamune wiped off the water stains on the table with a rag at hand.

"What are you talking about? Who lied to me that there was an empty office there? There's no one there. Go and be the gatekeeper of the helicopter pad and the air-conditioning passage."

Yuji hugged his chest and turned his head away: "I don't care. If you don't give me the security station today, I will sleep here."

"You are making trouble!"

"I will complain to Kaori..."

"No matter what you say, it won't work!"

"This painting~"

"...I will think about it."