Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

As the bell rang, the classroom door was knocked open by a group of children.

Seeing the mess, and some students even wearing the same paint on their faces as in the classroom, the three people at the door turned aside to let the children run out of the classroom first, and then walked in.

"Principal Alexander, with all due respect, our child's journey as an agent is going smoothly."

With his back to the door, a bald old man in a suit was slowly packing away some small tool boxes on the podium. It could be seen from the protective sponge inside that they should have contained some precision props.

"Dabrey, the most naughty boy in my class, he actually painted his face with oil paint today, pretending to be part of the classroom."

The old man babbled and spoke very enthusiastically: "But I can see it at a glance. Who told me before... God, I forgot that this should be kept secret again."

"Teacher English."

The old man's head paused slightly, and his symptoms of talking to himself also slowed down. He put his left hand to his ear, as if he thought he was hearing hallucinations.

"It must be an illusion. It's impossible for me to hear the voice of my most outstanding student here, because he is a little heartless villain who has not come to see me for so many years."

The old man suddenly straightened his body, jumped over, faced Kudo Yusaku and the others, and made a face: "I lied to you, I have noticed it a long time ago!"

Kudo Yusaku still maintained his calm expression, while Kudo Yukiko thought the old man was very interesting, so she also put on what she thought was a grimace (actually she closed her eyes tightly).

"No, no, no, you don't call this a grimace." The old man looked at Kudo Yukiko, then turned to look at his student: "Is this your lover? Why is he a bit clumsy?"

[Ju...actually called me stupid...]

Although she was a little unhappy to be told this, considering that this was her husband's teacher, Kudo Yukiko didn't show an expression, but England could still see it.

"Your wife is still a little unconvinced. It seems she is not a good agent."

Kudo Yusaku laughed helplessly, hugged his wife in his arms, and explained to the old man in front of him: "Teacher, she is not an agent."

"Then it's not strange, it's not strange anymore."

The old man turned to look at Tadashi Kashimura again, and raised his eyebrows slightly at this man: "And this...it's a little weird, are you a computer person?"

"I would rather you call me Technician, Mr. Johnny English. How is your life as a teacher after retiring from MI[-]?"

The old man's face suddenly became cold, and the playful smile before was gone.

While the boy in a suit was still getting carried away, he stretched out his right hand and stabbed Kashimura Tadabin's throat. In the eyes of Kudo and his wife, he stopped firmly in front of his Adam's apple, and then slightly tickled Kashimura Tadabin.

"Cough, cough, cough."

After taking a few steps back, Kashimura Tadabin covered his chin and hid behind Kudo Yusaku. He looked at the old man whose name was exposed in surprise and uncertainty, and found that he had returned to the old kid look he had just before.

"It's not good to tell other people's secrets casually outside." Mr. English bent down again and winked at the man behind Kudo Yusaku: "A gentleman who is famous for his son."

Staying in the classroom all the time is not the way to treat guests. After gathering his things, Mr. Johnny led the three of them out of the teaching building and towards the apartment building behind the school.

"I will live here after retirement. In addition to my monthly pension, I also have a large amount of tuition fees. I occasionally give interest classes to students."

From time to time students greet him, and it can be seen that Mr. English is very popular among the students in the school. "Teacher, actually I came to see you this time..."

"I understand, please ask me if you have something." The old man walked up the stairs to the second floor, opened the door with the key, and invited the three of them to walk in, but before that, he asked them to leave all their smart devices at the door.

"Without electronic devices, it's like being blind, right? It feels very uncomfortable, right?"

A tray filled with teacups was brought, and Mr. English deliberately added two cubes of sugar to the cup for Kashimura Tadahin.

The house is not big, with one bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom. The kitchen and living room are connected together. It is actually a living room with kitchen utensils. Of course, it is more than enough for an old man to live in.

Apart from a landline phone, there are no other electronic products in the house, and even the alarm clock is mechanical. This makes Yukiko Kudo and Tadahina Kashimura, who have lived in modern society for decades, very uncomfortable.

“The first step to avoid all eavesdropping is to make sure you don’t have electronics on you.”

Sitting on the main seat of the sofa, English noticed that Kudo Yusaku was once again assuming the same pose as Sherlock Holmes, and he rolled his eyes before taking a sip of black tea.

"Did you come to the UK this time because of the bomber?"

"Not entirely, teacher. Ever since Hestia was jointly arrested by me and here, Hades Shabala didn't know what happened, but he bought the bomb used to commit the crime from abroad."

"There's nothing we can do about it. He's a brainless person. It's too difficult for him to make precision bombs by himself."

Like an old Englishman, Mr. English took out a red and black pipe from the drawer next to the sofa, filled himself with tobacco, lit it slowly with fire, and puffed away.

"I think it won't be difficult for you to catch him, so Yusaku, you can explain your true purpose."

After a pause, Kudo Yusaku looked serious and told his plan.

"I was hoping you could help me get a list of MI[-] intelligence officers."

The sound of smoking the pipe stopped in the living room. The old man stared at the novelist in front of him quietly, and after a while, he placed the pipe on the armrest of the sofa.

"Are you going fishing again? Which terrorist organization is this time?"

English twirled his fingers and calculated, and finally slowly exhaled a smoky breath: "Although the lists exchanged between countries usually contain expendable people, if someone takes the initiative to bait someone and it becomes known..."

Before various countries target a certain terrorist organization, they will exchange lists of some unimportant members.This also implies that the person in charge of undercover agents from other countries can sacrifice agents from other countries to achieve their goals when their undercover agents have the opportunity to climb higher.

Of course, non-core undercover characters, such as Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai, will never be put on the list. Most of them are cannon fodder characters, and the country will not feel sorry for them if they die.

"Because of this incident, I don't have to. I have already asked the FBI in the United States. As long as the United Kingdom adds one more piece, the bait of the same intelligence from the three countries will be enough."

Kudo Yusaku rubbed the fabric of his clothes: "Teacher, you were the person responsible for examining the qualifications to join MI[-]. When you get the information, I hope you can allow me to add a person's information to this list."

After groping for a while in his pocket, Kudo Yusaku took out a folded document and placed it on the coffee table.Seeing the paper lying there quietly, Mr. English picked it up anyway.

[MI[-]: Kudo...Yuji...] (End of this chapter)