What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

Hui Yuan Ai occasionally felt that he was really in a dream.

In just one month, the antidote for ATPX-4869...

Great progress has been made.

Like a computer, it stores the experimental data of the year, and Mieko Yamamura can even restore the weather recorded in the experimental log.

Is that human being!

"The weather is also one of the variables in the experiment... I remember it so naturally because the research of the Miyano couple is extremely valuable, otherwise my brain is not a garbage dump, and everything is stuffed into it."

Mieko Yamamura, who took off her white coat, easily ruaed Haibara Ai's head, seeing the little girl blushing uncomfortably.

"What about the guy who can be used to test the medicine? You can let him come here today."

...His name is Kudo Shinichi, Haibara Ai Fuzuo, forget it.

"Senior Kotaro is amazing!"

"Can we really hang out in a bar?"

……

When Conan's cell phone rang, he was still playing football with a group of radish heads, but after kicking, they all gathered around the man named "Isona Kurokawa".

If he hadn't seen him at Kaede Yamamura's wedding, Conan would have regarded him as a member of the black organization.

But I heard that he was indeed a member of the Yakuza...

"Brother Izuna," Mitsuhiko asked curiously the man with a dangerous temperament, "Have you ever been a Yakuza before?"

"Ah, um."

Izzo lifted up the ball cap on his head, slumped on the bench like a boneless body, half-closed his eyes and fell asleep.

However, his casual answer caused the children to murmur together for a long time, and when they finally finished discussing, Yuantai was the first to raise his hand——

"So Izuna-san, what were you usually doing when you were Yakuza?"

Izuna opened his eyes slightly, and tried hard to recall his past few decades.

"I'm... going to jail."

Either he was going to the youth academy or he was on the way to the prison. If it wasn't for Feng, he might still be in prison, no, he should have died a long time ago.

There was a real enough answer, the corner of Conan's mouth twitched while holding the phone, and the members of the Detective Boys choked for the first time.

"Hey, how many kids are playing football?"

Suddenly there was a carefree voice outside the court.

Matsuda still had dew on his body, he buckled the barbed wire net, and in a blink of an eye, he met Izana on the bench.

He is Feng's brother, not a criminal... This sentence repeated three times in his heart before Matsuda restrained the desire to take out the silver bracelet.

"The little detective is here too, are you not clinging to Sister Lan today?"

He squeezed his throat and imitated Conan's "Lannei Sauce", squatting down to tease Conan.

The two formed a good relationship at the scene of the crime—especially in terms of the speed of solving the case. This kid called Brother Xinyi whenever something went wrong, which was really a rescue of foreign aid.

"...Brother Matsuda," Ayumi hugged the football, curling her lips in disgust, "You are so childish."

"what?"

A big well appeared on Matsuda's forehead.

"By the way, where's Uncle Date?" Yuan Tai probed his head, "Isn't he usually following you?"

Due to his mature appearance, Datehang likes to call him uncle even though he is at the same age as Matsuda, Feng and others.

By the way, Natalie is the older sister.

"You are really unlovable brats," Matsuda poked their foreheads through the wire mesh, "Your Uncle Date went to Hokkaido for his honeymoon!"

After thinking about it with Natalie, Datehang and Natalie decided to accompany Natalie back to Hokkaido. For this reason, he took all his annual leave this year and took it as a honeymoon trip.

"That's great, a honeymoon trip!" Ayumi held her heart in anticipation.

After getting the answer they wanted, a group of little ghosts scattered, leaving Matsuda outside, which was annoying and ridiculous.

However, after playing with the familiar elementary school students on the road, Matsuda's mood improved a lot, and when he returned to the Metropolitan Police Department, he saw the haggard-looking young Shuran Hagiwara and Kaede's young Shuran

The Muling duo even laughed unkindly.

"How can someone watch the bomb disposal process ten times and still make mistakes..."

Hagiwara rubbed his brows, leaning against the wall of the pantry half complaining and half funny, as the senior of the explosive/explosive disposal team, it was time for him to bring in newcomers.

"The only advantage is always remember to wear explosion-proof suits."

"If you can't swim, you should always remember the life buoy." Mu patted him on the shoulder, "In other words, all those who drowned can swim. Have you got rid of the old problem of not wearing explosion-proof suits?"

"Only occasionally, a few times with a very small chance!"

"You are still an elite from the police academy." Mu Ling slowly took out a painting from his hand, "Although I was asked by the vine..."

"Hahahaha what is this?" Matsuda almost spit out half of his drink, "...Is Officer Megure so funny?"

"This is the search drawing training of a police officer under Fuji, Mai Kawaai." Looking at the crooked lines like a kindergarten stick figure, Muku closed his eyes again, "In terms of charm, he is quite talented. "

"That's right. Although I didn't know it beforehand, I immediately thought it was Police Officer Megure."

Matsuda looked at this "abstract" masterpiece for a while with his chin in his hand, the corners of his mouth crazily raised.

"Hey, it's better to be a newcomer in the search class, there is nothing to teach."

At the same time, Hagiwara and Muku gave the unbeaten young tame dye / a chestnut at the same time.

"Is the one who went to search the first class a newcomer?!"

Just kidding, those who can go to the Metropolitan Police Department to search for a class are either the top few in the police academy, or the elites selected from various places. Naturally, there are no newcomers to pay special attention to.

"Senior Yuan! Please don't mess around like this again! This makes me very embarrassed!"

"Ahem, straight people...don't be so rigid, understand?"

"Really? Then it doesn't matter if I tell Senior Fuji?"

"...how old are you, why do you still sue!"

A familiar voice came from outside the tea room, and several people couldn't help laughing.

Ever since Naoto Tachibana partnered with Seiko Tachibana, the prudish junior and the idiot senior were simply the source of happiness for everyone...until Naoto Tachibana discovered Seiko Fuji, the existence that could cure Yuan.

"Mr. Zhu Fu!"

There was a sound outside.

"Everyone is here."

The door of the tea room opened, and the three people who were lazy inside couldn't help being aghast... If it was Feng, they were probably doing something, but facing Zhu Fu Gaoming, there is always a guilty conscience of being investigated feel.

"Muku-senpai, Matsuda-senpai, Hagiwara-senpai, hello."

There were also obedient juniors saying hello, and they couldn't help suppressing their redundant smiles, pretending to be reliable seniors.

"Gao Ming-san," Muku saw the report in Gao Ming's hand, "Is it about the Sakura team?"

"Well," Gao Ming handed the report to Tachibana, "Someone pretended to be a member of the Sakura group to provoke trouble... It has been resolved internally by them. This is the report in the newspaper. It seems that the Chenzaki group has made some moves recently. Can I trouble you? Do you want to see it?"

"Gen and Tachibana are also together."

"Roger that!"

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Feng for a while..." Hagiwara was also called by the members of the mobile team. Before leaving, he suddenly turned around, "Is she not in the matching class?"

"Of course," Matsuda patted the back of his head, "After all, you're married, so you can't be a superior."

"Then where did she go?"

"Maybe," Zhu Fu Gaoming stroked his beard after assigning tasks, "I have to ask the other two of you who are at the same time."

Osaka.

"Then I'll have to trouble the Qianxing Police Department a lot." Feng got up, and Hong Feng happened to fall outside. "If Interpol has any needs, Neon will do its best to cooperate."

"No, thanks to Fengsang's help."

Qian Xing, who was wrapped in a big windbreaker all year round, also stood up, and the two of them blew on each other until the hot tea on the table turned cold.

"It's almost time. I still have a task to do, so I'll take a step first."

"Qianxing Police Department, walk slowly all the way."

Hattori Heizo, who squinted his eyes, saw him off. After he left, Feng bowed slightly to the old boss and walked out of the door of this hidden private room.

Fugu Rei—or, Amuro Toru had already been waiting there.

"For Tokyo, the get out of class leader Kusaka will help to draw the attention of the organization," Xiao Yu slanted slightly, and he held up an oiled paper umbrella, "Jing Guang also acted with Kusaka-san."

"Well," Feng was dressed in black today, in stark contrast to his porcelain-like skin, "it's not the time for us to take the initiative before the organization is exposed to the bright side."

However, this contact with the Qianxing Police Department working in Interpol also brought them a lot of results.

"Perhaps I have to contact people from the FBI, CIA, and MI6... That 'rye' seems to be someone from the FBI?"

"That's right. Two years ago, his identity was exposed and he fled back to the United States, but now, he seems to be back and causing trouble."

"It sounds like you hate him," Feng shrugged, "But it's true that an FBI flashing around in neon lights is very disturbing."

Under the oiled paper umbrella with the ancient charm of Kyoto, the two walked slowly, seemingly poetic, but the topic of conversation was not so easy.

"Senior Hondocho."

When he got to the car, Feng saw Koharu Hondocho in the driver's seat.

She never seemed to have taken off her black suit, and there were traces of wetness on her shoulders from the drizzle, dew glistened at the ends of her hair, and a soggy cigarette was on her lap.

"Feng." But her expression was softer than ever before, "I'm back from the cemetery."

She went to visit the grave of an old friend—that pair of butterflies who had been waiting for each other for so long could finally cross the Santu River in peace and go to the next life.

Hondocho used a handkerchief to tuck the old wound on her forehead. There was no bleeding, but she felt a slight pain.

Outside the car window, the brilliant maple leaves of Kansai jumped like flames, becoming bright colors in the misty smoke.

"Senior, if you want," Feng looked at Hondocho, "the current medical methods can already heal the scar on your forehead without leaving any trace."

Hondocho was stunned when he heard the words, and unconsciously stroked the surrounding area of ​​the wound. The scar that had been smoothed seemed to still carry the bloody smell of the decisive year.

"……forget it."

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Sometimes, when the wind blows in from inside, it will feel a little refreshed."

Like, three is a good number.

"You should think of me as a human...not a guinea pig, right?"

For the first time, before swallowing the antidote, Conan was not expecting, but trembling.

The main reason is that Ms. Yamamura Mieko's eyes really look like she is dissecting a corpse - he is sure that if he dies, she will really be dissected by her!

"Of course." Mieko Yamamura nodded, "Are you doubting my quality?"

"No no!"

Conan was heartbroken and swallowed the pill.

then……

"It changed back...and no fever?!"

Touching his face in disbelief, Kudo Shinichi wished he could run back to Xiaolan on the spot, but was stopped by Mieko Yamamura at the door.

"Sit there," she pointed to a chair in the laboratory with her pen. "The first drug experiment needs to be recorded in real time, and you cannot leave this laboratory."

"Heh." Huiyuan smiled behind his back with folded arms, "Anyway, I can't wait to find his sister Lan."

Rubbing his nose guilty, Kudo Shin opened his mouth, and finally sat obediently on the chair under the pressure of Yamamura Mieko.

……

"The complete body has been maintained for about 18 hours in total, and there is no abnormal reaction, and it is unknown whether there is drug resistance..." Huiyuan Ai recorded in the experiment log, "The next step is to extend the time on the basis of no abnormal reaction, maybe a Time doesn't heal yet, but congrats to you great detective."

She moved on.

"Maybe your daily life can resume - as long as you sleep alone at night."

"Don't be too happy, the organization, whether there is drug resistance...these have not been resolved yet."

"There will be that day," Kudo Shinichi, who has taken the second stage of medicine and still maintains his grown-up body, straightens his collar, his eyes seem to light up, "Congratulations too, Haibara."

"Also, thank you."

He also thanked Mieko Yamamura, who was typing on her mobile phone with her head down.

"Doctor Yamamura, are you chatting with Sister Feng?"

"Huh? No," Mieko Yamamura looked up, and a white light flashed across the plain glasses, "I am assigning tasks to my unsatisfied nephew."

Yushi still has a long way to go to inherit Ninzuku Hospital after himself.

Feng, who was mentioned, stretched a lot, and woke up from the drowsiness of drowsiness.

To avoid trouble, Toru Amuro got off the car early and took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo alone, while Kaede and Hondocho drove back in exchange.

"That organization that doesn't even have a name is really troublesome," she twirled her black hair with her fingertips, "it's like a mouse... hides and provokes a lot of people."

"Compared to Yakuza, it would be more appropriate to describe it as terrorist/terrorist/molecule/anti-social/society/organization," Hondocho parked the car in the parking space, "the pairing class should also be reorganized, so as to deal with the more increasingly complex forms?"

"Well...but not now, after all, the time since the last reorganization is still too short," Feng rubbed his face, but the married people have a kind of girly charm, "at the administrative speed of neon, unless the Tokyo Tower Get bombed, otherwise it will take at least two years."

It's just that it's easy to say things that even terrorists/terrorists/molecules can't say.

However, the current Maple is still——

The entrance door opened, but Feng could already smell the strong aroma coming from inside.

Kicking off her shoes lightly and putting on fluffy slippers, Kaede turned a corner and saw a man with his apron tied in a knot at the back.

He was stirring the soup in the pot with a spoon, and his face looked like a banished fairy who had fallen into the world in the dense water vapor.

Strategists will also wear bear aprons to cook.

Without making a sound, like a hunting cat, Feng moved behind Gao Ming before reaching out his hand.

"Welcome back, Feng."

Then, the moment before hugging, Maomao was frightened by the sudden sound so that its hairs exploded.

The prey who was hunted turned back, turned around and picked up Feng who was squatting on the ground ready to go.

"How did you find out this time?"

"So, pay attention to all your reflections."

The surface of the stainless steel spoon reflected her blinking innocent eyes smoothly.

"I'm always on the lookout."

Whether it's glass, mirrors or some casual corners, as long as her figure appears, she will definitely be found.

Then there was no other way, Feng puffed up one cheek, opened his arms and hugged her husband back...

"I'm back!"

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