Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

Misunderstandings and conflicts are common methods of comedy. If Li Shi's words are heard by ordinary people, there will definitely be a lot more laughter. For example, you doubt your ears, or you think of something else, but this kind of third-rate plot is obviously not suitable for Kudo Yusaku.

He untied his clothes and threw the body armor on the ground. He remembered Yuzuki and Kaori's attitude before setting off. The situation had become clearer. His mind was so wandering that he didn't even notice the two more people behind him.

"This kid is so cute."

The man with a more mature beard leaned against the big tree and saw that his younger brother was silent, so he joked: "You may not accept it now anyway, why don't I take her home..."

"What kind of joke are you talking about?" Kudo Yusaku suddenly woke up, turned around and hugged his chest: "Don't talk to yourself there."

Glancing at Little Kid standing in a daze on the edge, Kudo Yusaku stared at the woods on the other side.

"Yeah, he's quite sharp. He's worthy of being a non-staff member who studied under the top M16 agents."

Tokusen, dressed in black, slowly walked out of the woods. His leather gloves patted the trees one after another. When he appeared, Kuroba Kaito jumped in fright.

"Hey! Dad, he..."

"Don't get me wrong, our commander is not interested in some invincible gems or rejuvenating medicine." Dequan took out a police officer's ID card from his arms and threw it to Kuroba Kaito.

Looking at the police officer's certificate with Kid's face on it and the police rank as the police department's supplementary rank, Kuroba Kaito's eyes lit up and his voice became unstable: "This... this is..."

"We don't plan to recruit a thief, but the lady's family is a thief, which doesn't sound very good."

"...I am a Kaitou, you know Kaitou! It just clicks, clicks, and beeps everywhere!"

"Isn't that still a thief?"

"I've returned all my things!" Kuroba Kaito shouted unconvinced.

Tokusen looked at Kuroba Kaito calmly: "Be careful and don't use this thing casually."

"Tell me, can I still be called a Phantom Thief with this? I still have to compete with the Great Detective."

Although Yuji also said that he didn't need to worry, there was no guarantee. He really wanted to take a photo of this ID in front of the Zhongmori Police Department.

"Has the situation on the island been stabilized?"

"Almost, but these guys are very loyal, no one survived."

I always felt that they were talking about something more dangerous. Kuroba Kaito slowly shrank behind his father to reduce his presence. At the same time, he felt that his voice might have been a little loud when he talked to Mr. Tokusen just now. He would definitely do it next time. change.

Kudo Yusaku held on to the railing and after confirming that these troublemakers were all Chris's people, he roughly estimated the current forces on the island.

The Metropolitan Police Department, the Police Department, the Suzuki Consortium, the Karasuma Consortium, the black organization, and a group of undercover people in Karasuma.

[No, we also need to add the people from Minami Masamune and the international police in the ocean buoy. 】

The steady Mr. Kudo couldn't help complaining about the liveliness on the island, and hoped that it would be a little quieter when he held his wedding.

[It’s best if no one comes except the parents of both parties. 】

He said that he is old and does not like scenes that are too lively.

After satisfying his curiosity, Kudo Yusaku simply nodded to Kuroba and his son and was about to go down the mountain. Suddenly something occurred to him, so he walked down and turned back in a hurry.

"That child's real surname is Kuroba? Who is the guardian? Can it be changed back? Our Kudo family will soon have no more Kudos."

"The guardian is Chris." Tokizumi raised his eyebrows: "The chief also likes the young lady, whose surname is Kudo... please sit in the back row."

"..."

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"Oh, I'm finally back."

Standing in front of the torpedo launch port of the submarine, Machiko touched her face, wiped away the water droplets that were either sea water or sweat, and made way for Fujiwara to lift the two women up.

"Welcome back, you did a great job."

Vodka walked to the torpedo port with several glasses of hot milk. After Machiko took the milk tray, he directly checked Naomi who was still unconscious, put her on his shoulders and walked out.

"By the way, big brother is already waiting for you in the lounge."

The prison cell of the submarine was not close to the lounge, and it was impossible for Vodka to show up in person with her true face, so he left Naomi to a code-name member on the submarine, and went back to the room to catch up on his sleep after giving instructions.

In the prison room, Haihara Ai, who had woken up from a coma, felt the smell of pickled tissue around her. She touched it from top to bottom. Everything except clothes was taken away, so she had to sit quietly.

Fortunately, the cell phone she uses at home and when she goes out is not the same one, otherwise she would be frightened now, wondering what secrets the organization would find after cracking her cell phone.

With a "Zila" sound, the prison door opened and the unfamiliar outside members threw Naomi on the bed next to Haibara Ai. They stared at the child who pretended to sleep for a while, and then went back out.

In the lounge, at the dining table of the submarine, Kuroba Rise was sitting next to Belmod, facing the snacks and drinks in front of him.

If there was only Chris, she would definitely be acting coquettishly now, but there was a cold-faced uncle with a bad face next to her, so Li Shi said that she should be more reserved.

"Those who got on the fishing boat must be dead."

Gin put a piece of fried fish fillet into his mouth. Judging from the sauce that it was vodka, he took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. He glanced at the cash box at Belmode's feet from the corner of his eye.

"This money is beneficial to the world."

"My people have taken action." Gin tapped the table with his hand: "Even if they work for nothing, the boat and the bombs cost money."

"The boat is a nearly scrapped fishing boat that you bought at a low price, and the bombs were secretly dismantled by you when I cooperated with the Metropolitan Police Department to arrest the bomb girl last time. Where did you get the money?"

Vermouth snorted, looked at the fish fillet with disdain, unpacked the potato chips in front of her and began to feed her granddaughter.

"He is in the hospital, why do you do these things?"

Gin looked at Vermouth, hoping that this woman could tell what she knew.

"Why...isn't it obvious? This time, the organization has the most deaths, and he has killed the most."

Vermouth asked the girl to go out and play, and when there were only two people in the lounge, she put away her kind smile and returned to the same terrifying feeling as Gin.

"Attack, cause panic and there will be opportunities. He will eliminate everyone who stands in his way."

"The boss will not watch him do this."

"Who knows." Vermouth lit a cigarette: "At least he destroyed the evidence very cleanly."

"Rat..." Gin's tone began to calm down gradually: "It's a traitor."

"He didn't betray the organization." Vermouth leaned back: "Now it seems that you are the worst."

"You are the next one."

"It doesn't matter, at worst I will retire, he has no say in the United States."

Vermouth pressed the cigarette on the vodka fish fillet, holding the money and blowing a kiss to Gin's reluctant eyes, intending to take Rize back to the room to sleep.

"She stayed up late." (End of this chapter)