Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"You want to lie to me, right?"

Looking at the tied boy in front of her, Suzuki Yuko snorted and became more and more angry as she thought about it.

She offered a reward and asked the chairman of the British branch to investigate, but this guy came back secretly and refused to talk to her.

"If you go to the United States, I will send you directly to Thailand!"

Sitting awkwardly on the sofa, Yuko glanced at the bookshelf behind her, and her eyes fell on the signed comic book wrapped in plastic in the middle.

"I'll lock you up, sign it for me every day and then sell it!"

"Um……"

[This is the second time. I was put down and then arrested. Who did it last time? It seemed like it was not long ago. 】

As soon as Yuji opened his eyes, he looked at Yuko across from him. His son, who was familiar with Bermod's character, immediately smiled, knowing that Miss Chris had betrayed him.

[Wait a minute, why is there something in my mouth that looks round? 】

"Uh...uh!"

"Hey, the great cartoonist is awake."

Kicking on her little leather boots, Yuko walked up to Yuji, reached out and took off the gag from his mouth. Looking at the pink prop, the boy's eyes widened.

"You... why are you blocking my mouth with something like this!"

"What does it matter?" Yuko held the belts on both sides with both hands, put the pink ball close to Yuji's eyes, and let him see the saliva on it: "I promise, this thing has probably never been used by anyone else."

Deliberately saying this to tease him, Yuko turned his back and snickered on his face.

"What the hell! It must not be used by anyone else!" Yuji twisted quickly, looking like a caterpillar: "Who! Anyone who has used it before, I'll beat him to death!"

"I!"

"Come here and see if I can whip you!" Yuji opened his mouth like a vampire, as if he wanted to bite her.

【This guy! 】

"Oh! What if it's Xiao Ai?"

Holding her chest, Yuko looked through the full-length mirror in the corner and saw the surprise and silence of the tied boy. Before she could speak, the caterpillar twisted even more fiercely than before.

"Quick! Put it back! Quick! Put it in my mouth!"

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and the elementary school girl with a blushing face held the door and looked into the room. She clenched her silver teeth and looked like she could beat them both to death with her fist.

"Xiao Ai!" The young man seemed to have seen a light: "Quick, it's brother You Er, put me down quickly!"

"Hmph." Haihara Ai ignored the tied pervert, kicked him twice, and then looked at Yuko: "We'll be in New York soon."

"Yeah."

Yuko dragged a box out from under the sofa, opened the lock, revealed a lot of disguise props, and then took out a light red wig.

"Disguise yourself."

From the moment they got off the plane, the three of them sat in the Suzuki Consortium's car and shuttled through the streets of Manhattan.

"So, what is your plan?" Yuko looked at the tablet: "I have spent so much effort to send you to the United States. If you keep hiding it from me at this time, I will really send you to Thailand. "

"According to normal thinking, a person who has finally escaped from a kidnapper will subconsciously run to a safe place, so no matter where I escape from, it is best to go to Los Angeles, California."

"After all, your parents are there. Maybe Vodka has someone waiting in Los Angeles now."

Xiao Ai, who was familiar with Gin, knew that this man would not bother trying to guess Kudo Yuji's "escape route", but he would definitely send someone to wait near the writer Kudo Yuji.

"But there are actually no kidnappers chasing me, and those guys are not fools. We have to find a way to make them believe in this kidnapping group created out of thin air, and we have to create a reason for them to kidnap me."

Otherwise, even if he goes back, Gin, who suspects that everyone except Vodka and the three are rats, will keep staring at him, which is not what Yuji wants.

"Leaving aside the kidnapping groups, it is difficult to find reasons for kidnapping."

Xiao Ai sat in the middle of the back seat, looking at a man and a woman holding her hands on both sides, struggling hard but not breaking away.

In the eyes of the world, Kudo Yuji is just the son of the famous writer Kudo Yusaku, the author of Edogawa III. Although he is rich, there are countless people richer than him, and the Kudo brothers who have a higher appearance rate in Japanese cases are obviously Not the best candidate for kidnapping.

"So this line of thinking is wrong. We have to deal with this group first, and then we can make excuses for them."

Yuji looked at the big screen on the street outside, where the Hollywood stars were selling gems, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Gem! Organization! Reason!"

"Eh?" Yuko immediately knew what he was talking about: "Them? Are you serious?"

If you provoke them, it will not be a fake escape, but a real escape.

"I don't have time to pretend to be a kidnapping group. Wouldn't it be nice to have something ready-made?"

"But have you ever thought about it? If you want everything to go well, we can't go to Las Vegas as the Suzuki Consortium." Yuko switched the tablet to the browser and searched for news about the US case.

"This place is much more chaotic than Japan. Are you sure we can walk to Las Vegas by ourselves?"

"This is easy to handle."

Yuji finally let go of Xiao Ai's hand. After Yuzi put him down in disguise, he found his cell phone in his pocket.

"This is Yuji."

"Brother, are you alive?" The voice on the other end of the phone made the young man cough in anger.

In the basement of Dr. Agasa's house, Hiroki, holding a bucket of instant noodles, rubbed his head, tapped on the computer twice, and pushed his glasses while looking at the screen.

"It's actually the United States. Weren't you kidnapped in the UK?"

"Do you have to say this? Did you stay up late again and eat instant noodles again?!" Yuji's tone turned cold, which scared Hiroki.

"Well, brother, what's the matter with you? Tell me quickly."

Hiroki put the instant noodles aside: "Hey, Auntie is making diet meals for the doctor during this period. I really don't want to eat it. There's nothing I can do."

"Didn't your father start a company? Did he find a girlfriend and didn't even give you money for meals?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. Ai and Yuko saw Yuji pause, and his tone was a little colder than before.

"You wouldn't... spend all your living expenses and pocket money on krypton gold."

"No! Absolutely not!" Hiroki shouted immediately: "I know what you want, I'll send it to you right away!"

The call was quickly hung up, and the file package sent by Hiroki was uploaded to the tablet. Yuji took the tablet directly from Yuko, looked at Cameron's agent ID on it, smiled slyly, and turned the tablet screen to the two girls.

"Now it's convenient for us in the United States."

As long as we disguise ourselves as FBI and successfully go to Dallas Vilas and meet the Kuroba couple, it will be fine.

"Hmm..."

In the basement of Agasa's house, Hiroki, who hung up the phone, looked at the screen of his mobile phone and breathed a sigh of relief, and took the instant noodles back.

"Strange, can his nose pass through the signal?"

He took a bite and suddenly found that the computer time had reached 6 pm.

"Ah! It's time for the kiss and Xiaoshi live broadcast! I have to log in quickly."

Looking at the sixty different accounts opened on the computer at the same time, he stretched out his hand and slowly moved to the $50 reward position.