Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Oh, this is really..."

After hearing a loud noise upstairs, Vermouth went upstairs in a few steps, looked at Yuji who had fainted on the ground and Xiaolan whose fist was smoking, and sat down with the help of the table.

"Did he make you angry again?"

"Again! Miss Chris really knows his character." Xiaolan snorted and sat on the mat. Thinking that the boy was still lying on the cold ground, she still put a cushion under Yuji's head.

"Always doing those dangerous things alone, this guy and Shinichi are really brothers." Xiaolan turned her eyes to Yuji on the ground and slapped him on the butt of her skirt.

Just pretend you don't see it, this guy is asking for trouble. Picking up the chopsticks, Vermouth picked up a piece of cold soy sauce tofu and asked in confusion: "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

"I don't know either, but thank you anyway." Xiaolan looked at Vermouth generously: "If it weren't for these things, I wouldn't have a clue what happened to Shinichi, and I'm still confused."

It seems that she doesn't want to talk about these embarrassing things. Chris didn't mention it again with chopsticks in her mouth.

"This piece of tofu tastes weird, it seems that it is not bought from the tofu shop downstairs?"

"Hmm." Xiaolan also took a bite: it felt that it was not as delicious as the one made by Fujiwara's family: "When I went to buy vegetables, Xiaoyuhe, the teacher of the tofu shop downstairs, said that they didn't sell tofu today, so I bought instant tofu from the supermarket on the next street."

"Not selling it today?"

When it comes to people in the organization, Chris's expression suddenly becomes strange. After Xiaolan felt hair on her body, she realized that she couldn't hold back her momentum, so she smiled and said, "You eat first, I'll go downstairs to take a look."

That Mr. Fujiwara should be the one who called Yuuji in the toilet. It sounds like he has a grudge with those bombers. Judging from his appearance, it's because of the bomb...

Xiaolan slowly put down her chopsticks and guessed Fujiwara's identity according to the reasoning method that Shinichi had taught her in bits and pieces before.

Miss Chris didn't hide her familiarity with him at all, so Mr. Fujiwara should be one of the members of the organization who turned Shinichi into Conan.

[It's probably because of a feud or something like that. 】

"By the way, you should wake up, I didn't use much strength." Xiaolan pushed Yuji.

"I haven't slept so soundly for a long time, although it was only for more than ten minutes."

Yuji stretched lazily, opened his eyes and saw Xiaolan close to him, and was frightened and took a few steps back.

"Who is that Mr. Fujiwara? He must be the one you brought back from Gunma Prefecture." Xiaolan thought of Machiko who stopped her father, herself and Conan on the road to Kanagawa Prefecture that night.

"He is just a poor man who was hurt by the bomb." Yuji felt something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking, so he changed his words and said: "No, it's just a pity, maybe not pitiful."

"Pity but not pitiful?"

Xiaolan looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, and suddenly looked at the door with Yuji.

"Miss Chris, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just saw that woman drinking water, and I was a little thirsty after eating soy sauce tofu, so I drank some."

For some reason, she is getting hotter and hotter now.

Feeling that Vermouth was in a bad mood, Yuuji stood up and was about to help her, but was pushed away by Chris.

"Don't touch me."

He staggered into Xiaolan's room, staring at the two people in the living room. He walked towards the door with Xiaolan and suddenly heard the sound of a motor vibrating. Yuuji pinched his chin.

"Strange..."