Zongman: I became the Prime Minister in the world of science

‘What’s going on? Did this guy do it on purpose?

Conan was nervous and frightened, his heart was beating fast, and even his forehead was sweating unconsciously.

Ever since he took the mysterious drug and became smaller, and ever since he found out that the organization that fed him the drug was not simple and probably had a huge dark network, he has been afraid that the fact that he is not dead will be exposed.

In addition to his own life, this is also related to the lives of all his relatives and friends who are close to him.

If that organization finds out that Kudo Shinichi is not dead, but has turned into a child, will they catch him and conduct all kinds of inhumane experiments on him?

Will his relatives and friends also be brutally killed by the organization because of their own reasons?

Therefore, Conan has been doing his best to hide his identity.

The only good news is that a person who takes medicine and turns into a child is a fantasy, and it is not difficult for him to hide his identity.

But now, a person who meets him for the first time bluntly says that he looks like Kudo Shinichi. Whether the other party discovered it by accident or really knows something, this makes Conan nervous and scared.

‘If Fujiwara Toru could detect it, could others also detect it? ‘

This is what Conan fears the most

“Eh? After Fujiwara-kun said that, I found that Conan really looks like Shinichi when he was a child.”

Ran bent down, got close to Conan and looked at him carefully. The more she looked, the more she felt that Conan looked like Kudo Shinichi.

“Um…um, Shinichi and I are relatives, so maybe we look alike?”

Conan’s head was sweating coldly, his mind raced, and he quickly found an excuse.

He was now very glad that he told his parents about this matter as soon as he became a child.

And his mother also gave him a reasonable identity with the excuse of”relatives”.

Xiaolan thought so too. Since Aunt Yukiko said that he was a child of a distant relative, it meant that they were related by blood.

Although this blood relationship should be quite distant, it was a bit strange that Conan and Shinichi looked so similar when they were children, but as long as the reason was logical, it could be accepted.

Seeing that Xiaolan no longer had any doubts, Conan was almost scared to death

‘Fortunately, Ran is not the type to get to the bottom of things, and she has never cared too much about details since she was a child. ‘

Seeing that the crisis was overcome, Conan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He inconspicuously glared at Fujiwara Toru who was still chatting and laughing with Kisaki Eri and Xiaolan.

This guy’s casual remark almost gave me a heart attack!

But with this casual glance, Conan noticed the problem

‘What’s going on with this guy’s knuckles?! ‘

Although the other party seemed to have done some special treatment on his hands, making those marks very faint.

But Conan, or Kudo Shinichi, is very sensitive to details, which is also his talent to become a detective.

Conan noticed that there were traces of calluses between Fujiwara Toru’s thumb and index finger, and in Conan’s impression, one of the behaviors that would leave calluses here is carrying a gun all year round!

He changed his mind, and with the risk of being discovered, he gritted his teeth and asked with the innocence unique to elementary school students:”Brother Fujiwara, you said you used to live in America?”

“Yes, that’s right. What’s the matter? Conan wants to go to America to play too?”

Fujiwara Toru pretended not to know Conan’s identity and teased him.

“I heard that you can shoot guns in America?”

Conan showed an expression of longing.

It’s normal for boys to like shooting guns.

“If you have all the necessary documents, you can shoot a gun, but there are too many guns there, it’s very dangerous, you have to be careful at all times in school, who knows which classmate will suddenly take out a gun and start shooting.”

Fujiwara Toru said with emotion, thinking about the gun battle life in America.

I really miss it!

“Is America so dangerous?”

Xiaolan covered her mouth with her hands and asked in surprise.

“It is so dangerous, this is the result of the proliferation of guns, but this matter cannot be controlled in America, after all, it is a country founded on guns.”

Fujiwara Toru shrugged and said.

Conan asked again:”Fujiwara brother, do you shoot guns often? Or are you a shooting athlete or something?”

Fujiwara Toru smiled and said:”No, I just play with guns occasionally, and I am not a shooting athlete, just an ordinary student.”

While saying this, Toru Fujiwara was also surprised in his heart.

This Kudo Shinichi is really sensitive, and his control over details is really amazing.

I have tried my best to reduce some of my behavioral habits as an agent, and even some physical traces have been eliminated with modern technology, but he still noticed them.

I can only say that he is worthy of the name of the ‘Sherlock Holmes of the Reiwa Era’. He can solve so many cases. This Kudo Shinichi is really good.

But Fujiwara Toru doesn’t care about these. His public identity is CIA. With this identity as a cover, he is a ‘messenger of justice’ recognized by state agencies.

If Conan knew his CIA identity, he might even bow down and ask for his help.

But if Conan knew that he had a good relationship with the Black Organization now, and the CIA director had cooperated with them, would he collapse directly?

“Why does little Conan ask this?”

“Ah, no, I’m just interested in shooting.”

Conan touched his head and smiled foolishly.

When Fujiwara Toru’s attention was no longer on him, Conan’s smile slowly disappeared.

‘This guy is lying. Calluses like that are not something that can be left by ordinary firearms training. And he seems to have deliberately eliminated those calluses. If he hadn’t eliminated them in a short time, I wouldn’t have noticed.’

‘So who is this guy? What is his purpose in approaching Xiaolan and Ms. Kisaki Eri?! ‘