Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

After saying goodbye to the Phantom Thieves, Yuji took the three of them to a Japanese-style restaurant. The four of them chose a private room and closed all the surrounding doors, creating a closed space.

"It turns out that his father is the famous magician, Mr. Toichi Kuroba." Xiaolan heard about Kuroba Kaito's life experience, and suddenly felt sad for the unfamiliar boy: "It's a pity that Mr. Toichi He passed away years ago. It must be very difficult to lose your father at such a young age.”

...To be precise, it’s not that I lost my father, it’s just that my father is no longer around.

Yuji glanced at Yuko Suzuki. Judging from the girl's talk about her daily life with the Kuroba couple that day, it seemed that Kaito Kuroba's son was completely left alone.

"I'm going to touch up my makeup."

Taking out a small cosmetic bag from the small bag, Suzuki Yuko stood up, left her seat, and opened the partition door.

"Tap up your makeup? But Yuko hardly ever wears makeup?"

Xiaolan looked like she didn't understand, which made Yuji raise his eyebrows and sigh.

"Is it most common for women to touch up their makeup after kissing and going to the toilet? She is not going to touch up her makeup, she just wants to go to the toilet."

Sonoko picked up the matcha powder on the table and poured some into the cup, then brewed four cups of matcha with boiling water.

The waiter quickly served all the dishes. Seeing that Suzuki Yuko hadn't come back yet, Yuji impatiently opened the partition door and walked out. He turned two turns in the aisle, and then saw Suzuki Yuko being treated with a flirtatious look. high school students were blocked at the corner.

"Hey, why don't you give me your phone number? It's rare that you look so cute. You're so ignorant."

The girl surrounded by boys no longer had the domineering and pride she had when she faced Yuji that day. She just hugged her arms and tried to move back a little.

Unfortunately, her back was already pressed against the corner. Suzuki Yuko was trembling slightly. Her eyes seemed to see the left hand that the other party wanted to extend, so she tilted to the right.

"Don't come here! Go away!"

The boy seemed to be irritated. He grabbed Suzuki Yuko's hair: "Damn it, who do you think you are...ah..."

An electric shock bomb hit him directly, and the high school student fell to the ground. In Suzuki Yuko's eyes, he was still shaking, but his eyes seemed a little fierce.

Yuji walked to the two of them and squatted down. He smacked his mouth, and then shot the man again in displeasure.

"Hey! He saw your face. If you attack people with electric shock bombs at will, you will be taken away by the police!" Suzuki Yuko calmed down, and she hurriedly stepped forward to stop Yuji.

"It doesn't matter. More than 80% of the policemen in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are friends with my father."

"It's not that kind of problem!"

The boy closed the electric shock device again and made it the size of a tape. He looked at Suzuki Yuko's hair that was raised up, pulled the girl's bag, and took out a pair of eyebrow trimming scissors from inside.

The boy cut off the hair and put the severed blond hair in a plastic bag. Looking at her hair in the small mirror as if it had been chewed by Edogawa III, Suzuki Yuko pouted in displeasure.

Yuji followed Suzuki Yuko to the bathroom and stood at the door. He tried to comfort her with small talk.

"Why are you so afraid of men?"

After a while of silence, the girl began to tell a story to the boy.

"There once was a girl whose father was Japanese and her mother was American. In places like the United States, white people discriminate against black people, and black people discriminate against yellow people.

Although the quality of students in private schools is much better than that in community schools, the girl with an Asian face was still bullied. She wanted to seek help from her female classmates, but she was bullied even worse by the boys. "

Yuji was silent, which was why he didn't want to live in the United States with his parents.

The sound of washing hands came from inside. The girl wiped off the water on her hands with a handkerchief, and she returned to her previous arrogant look.

"That person doesn't think I'm beautiful. It's just that taking a mixed-race person like me is very honorable in the eyes of his friends."

Suzuki Yuko put the handkerchief back into her pocket and smoothed her hair: "To the people on both sides, we are just foreign objects and monsters."

Yuji couldn't listen anymore. He stretched out his hand and slapped the girl on the head, and then handed the bag with the blond hair to Suzuki Yuko.

"What are you talking about! Although everyone's appearance is different, don't we all have the same flesh and blood under the different colors of skin?"

Suzuki Yuko was stunned for a moment. She took the plastic bag stupidly and looked at the boy in front of her.

"And I think your blonde hair is pretty pretty too."

...Same as Mr. Amuro.

In Suzuki Yuko's eyes, the boy who finished saying this suddenly paused.

Yuji's expression suddenly became serious, and he covered his mouth and meditated silently.

Usami-san's gentleness and cooking skills, Kaori-san's occasional dark side, and Suzuki Yuko's blond hair. Why do they feel that they all have the characteristics of Mr. Amuro?

"Suzuki! I may have fallen in love with a man named Toru Amuro!" Yuji raised his head and looked at the girl.

"Huh? How did you suddenly jump from the topic just now to this!"

Suzuki Yuko glared at Yuji, then ran back to the private room, leaving only the boy still at the door of the toilet.

………

In the evening, sitting on the sofa, Suzuki Yuko looked at Suzuya Shiji in front of her. She was hugging her legs and holding a single volume of Edogawa III in her hand.

"Ms. Yuko, we have investigated those people."

"Who are they?"

Suzuya Shiji pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and began to explain the background of these people to Suzuki Yuko.

After listening for about three minutes, Suzuya Shiji shut up when he saw Suzuki Yuko raised her hand, waiting for the lady's instructions.

"In other words, they are just a bunch of trash hooligans from a trash school, right?"

"Strictly speaking, they are members of a high school trash hooligans group called Shinsengumi in Beika Town, not ordinary trash hooligans."

Yuko picked up the remote control on the coffee table, she turned on the TV, and prepared to make up for the missing animation of Edogawa III.

"Shinsengumi... Who is their boss? Does he have a strong background?"

"No, they are all just ordinary people."

Yuko's face was left with only disdain. She lay on the back of the sofa and touched the part that Yuji had cut off in the afternoon.

Her hand stopped again, and she took out a photo of Miyano Shiho from her pocket and stared at the moonlight.

"Forget it, I'm not a devil." Yuko looked at Suzuya Shiji.

"I understand, send those people to Thailand first, then to Korea, and finally let them debut in Shibuya."

"How many people? How many people are there in the Shinsengumi?"

Suzuya Shiji looked at the young lady in confusion, and seemed to understand something. She blinked and began to quickly flip through the information in her hand.

Ten minutes later, Miss Suzuya finally got the answer. She looked at Suzuki Yuko on the sofa and hesitated for a while.

"... About... 62 people..."

Yuko opened a bag of potato chips and put the snacks into her mouth.

"From a rubbish gangster to a shining Shibuya idol, is there anyone kinder than me? Absolutely not!"

"Yes, Miss Yuko is the kindest girl in the world." Suzuya Shiji nodded in affirmation.

"Remember to find the best doctor to treat them."

"Got it."