Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

After coming down from the Weida Building with a sniper rifle, Shuichi Akai immediately called Judy. He looked at the collapsed Hams Company and clenched his fists.

"Shui..."

It was just a simple name, Shuichi Akai knew that many colleagues died this time. He sighed and thought of Andre who led the team.

"He didn't go in. Tom was the one who led the people."

Shuichi Akai remembered Tom. She had just joined the FBI, but there were not enough people this time, so even this rookie was sent out.

He thought a lot, but he didn't expect Hiroki Sawada, Ireland and Calvados were all baits.

A car stopped by the roadside. James Blake was in the car window. Shuichi Akai opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in, looking at the serious face of his boss.

"This kind of thing is inevitable, don't take it to heart."

"It's because I misjudged it."

James honked the horn, stopped the car suddenly and turned to look at the subordinate: "I misjudged it."

Akai Shuichi looked at his boss for a while before turning his head to look out the window. He seemed to be thinking about something. His cell phone was ringing and he saw a text message.

"Sir, if this can get you out of the organization, can you date me as my real boyfriend... P.S."

He closed his eyes.

………

"You are Yusaku's son, and you seem to be a little younger than I heard?"

"Actually, that's my brother."

Yuji followed his father's friend to the Los Angeles airport. Looking at the private plane in front of him, he walked up.

"Don't be so nervous. Ayako and Sonoko have mentioned you to me. You are not bad. The two heirs of the Suzuki Group have spoken well of you."

Yuji rubbed his hands and nodded to the bodyguards and guards on the plane. After a body search, the boy sat opposite Suzuki Jirokichi.

It's still good. At least he knows this person. What if his father finds someone he doesn't know and turns out to be related to the organization?

The boy took a sip of coffee and continued to be polite with Uncle Suzuki. He touched the seat under his butt and sighed at the benefits of being rich.

"Thank you very much."

Uncle Suzuki waved his hand and didn't take the matter of flying to heart: "It's the 60th anniversary of the Suzuki Group soon. I just need to go back. It's not a big deal to take you with me."

In Yuji's surprised eyes, Suzuki Jiroji took out a box from his back and put it on the table. He opened the locks on both sides and then opened the lid.

"You'd better introduce the uses of these things to me first."

In the box, there was Yuji's electric shock device and a black bow voice changer.

"You don't have to be so surprised. This is the condition that your father promised me to take you back. He will introduce me to a few small toys."

Jiroji picked up the electric shock device that looked like a tape, unfastened the lock on one side and fixed it, and the electric shock device suddenly became a stun gun.

"This thing is pretty good, how many rounds can it hold?"

"... Four... Four rounds."

Sorry, Dr. Agasa.

Uncle Suzuki picked up the bow again, turned the knob, coughed at the transformation device, and the voice of Maori Kogoro came out of the speaker.

"So that's how it is, this is what happened to the sleeping Kogoro. Hahaha!"

What's going on! Is this uncle so smart?

Suzuki Jirokichi put the bow back, and when he looked up, he knew what Yuuji was thinking.

"You young people are too self-righteous. You always treat others as fools, but you will suffer a lot."

"Has Uncle Jiroyoshi felt that Uncle Maori was not right a long time ago?"

Seemingly speechless about the boy's words, the uncle opposite rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think we won't check the family situation of Sonoko's friends?

Mauri Kogoro may have a good mind and good reasoning ability. But his detective career in the past ten years has only stopped at catching cheating and finding cats and dogs. Suddenly he became a famous detective who solved murders continuously. It's fake no matter how you look at it.

You kid, you don't want to be famous, but you let him play this kind of drama with you. If he is exposed, his reputation will be ruined."

Huh? He seems to have misunderstood something. Forget it, I'd better agree to it now, so as not to be exposed by Conan.

"I don't think it's good either, but since I was a child, my father and brother have received too many challenges, which makes me a little scared."

Yuji pretended to be timid and drank coffee continuously. It's definitely not because the coffee is super high-end and delicious.

"Okay, don't play tricks like this in front of us business people. There's a room in the back, go and have a rest, we'll be in Japanese airspace soon."

Suzuki Jiroji put the box back behind him. He suddenly remembered something and looked at the bodyguard next to him: "Where's Yuko?"

"The lady is in the room in the back."

In fact, because Yokota airspace does not belong to Japan, they have to fly a little further from the Pacific Ocean.

After saying goodbye, Yuji came from the middle of the plane to the back. He was still sweating because of the questioning just now. Looking at several closed doors, he opened the nearest one without thinking and walked in.

"Who are you!"

Yuji was hit out by a pillow.

...What's going on? Why is there a boy inside!

Sitting on the ground, Yuji rubbed his head. He looked at the bodyguards who rushed over, and then was carried into the room again.

"Master, we brought him in."

The boy in the room sat on the sofa and waved his hand. The bodyguards threw Yuji on the bed and then left.

Rubbing his dizzy head, Yuji looked at the boy on the sofa carefully. He thought there was something wrong with his eyes, so he walked over and got closer.

"If you get closer, I'll snap you."

Damn young master, this is clearly a girl in men's clothes!

Yuji cursed in his heart for the first time. He sat on a single chair and looked at the girl vigilantly.

"You are Kudo Yuji, right? The author of Edogawa III and the son of the famous mystery novelist Kudo Yusaku. Your detective ability should be very strong, right?"

Yuji looked at the girl's eyes from his feet up to his head. Although he was wearing clothes, he still covered his chest.

"By the way, has Hiroki Sawada arrived in Japan? You can't even send him away, right?"

Yuji was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered Kuroba Toichi who ran to Massachusetts, so he sat up: "Did you ask Kuroba Toichi to save Hiroki Sawada?"

"Once, I happened to see him take off his disguise, so I became his disciple. He is my master, and I will definitely not refuse the request of a lovely disciple.

And how do you think Hiroki Sawada has survived the FBI and Schindler's mercenaries in the past two years and even ran to Los Angeles?"

"What do you want to do?"

There was a knock on the door from outside, and Yuji let go of his hand and sat up straight. The waitress brought coffee and desserts and placed them on the coffee table, then bowed to the two of them.

"Thank you, Sister Suzuya."

The girl walked up and hugged the waitress's arm, and then sent her to the door.

Noticing this, Yuji relaxed his mind a little.

At least now, he is not a bad person.