Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

The bombing was ultimately resolved in a way that Bruce couldn't comprehend.

The mustachioed detective, a guy named Kogoro Mouri, fell asleep again and solved the bombing case within the allotted time.

This person is so strange...

In short, today's meeting plan has been cancelled.

"Mr. Bruce, it's great to see you again! What a coincidence!" It was the little boy with glasses.

Officer Takagi and his team, who were in charge of the on-site investigation, also came over.

“Yes, I didn’t expect to get involved in the case again.” With someone translating, Bruce naturally started chatting with them.

He hasn't done anything wrong with this identity yet; it's spotless, so he hasn't changed it.

"This person seems to understand Japanese, but is he deliberately pretending?" Conan looked at Mr. Bruce talking to Inspector Takagi and the others, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

He noticed this situation during their first meeting and had his suspicions.

Upon seeing him again this time, he was even more certain.

There is something wrong with this person.

"Hey kid, we should go!" Just then, Uncle Mori scooped Conan up and headed out of the shop.

That's the police's job; it's none of our business.

"Uncle, wait a minute!"

Conan struggled to his feet; he still wanted to follow them, or perhaps slip a listening device over.

"What are you waiting for?"

Uncle Mori grabbed Conan and started walking away.

Upon seeing this, Bruce, who had been watching the child closely, finally looked away.

What's wrong with him...?

As a top assassin, Bruce has a keen intuition and an exceptionally strong sixth sense, which has saved his life many times.

Perhaps we should investigate this kid named Conan...

For some reason, Bruce felt like he was being watched by a little kid...

……

night.

Dr. A Li's home.

"I have a feeling that there's something very wrong with that foreign man." Having shaken off Uncle Mori, Conan arrived at Dr. Agasa's house.

You see problems with everyone.

Ai glanced at him sideways and said.

Your paranoia is getting worse, isn't it?

"Let's not worry about it too much. If there were any problems with his identity, the police would have found out long ago."

The professor, carrying a cup of coffee, slowly walked over and said.

They drink this without checking the time because they don't know what time it is to go to sleep.

"What a coincidence to run into him repeatedly, I have a feeling..." Conan pondered.

"I always feel like that guy is really unlucky, right?" Ai said with a smirk.

I'm so unlucky, I keep running into you.

"And recently, Lin Feng's attitude towards Mr. Amuro has been quite subtle."

Conan rolled his eyes and then brought up another question that had been on his mind.

Logically speaking, it should be a good thing that the other party is coming back to work.

"Perhaps it's because they have a good relationship."

Knowing some of the inside story, Mingmei washed the fruit and came over, smiling as she spoke.

"Anyway, something's not right, and there's that Curaçao..."

Before Conan could continue, the evil scientist swiftly stuffed two strawberries into his mouth.

She kept nagging on and on.

Everyone seems to have a problem.

Of course, their problems are significant, but none are as big as the troubles we two are facing.

"How's your drug development going?" Conan asked, his words muffled.

He would take leave every few days, and those three people would keep asking him all sorts of questions.

"It's not going very smoothly." "Controlling aging to a certain stage is quite difficult."

"Besides, you're not real guinea pigs, so there's nothing we can do about drug testing," Ai said, glancing at the famous detective.

"..."

"Let's leave drug testing to guinea pigs."

"Besides, we don't need that kind of antidote, do we?" Conan asked, shaking his head.

If such a drug existed, it would be very beneficial for veteran agent Mary Akai, perhaps even restoring her youthful state.

But we're both not even twenty yet, is it really necessary for us to think about this?

"You simply cannot understand what eternal youth represents."

"Moreover, changing the research direction might be helpful for the previous projects," Ai said, flipping through a magazine.

Ginkgo leaves, from the brand of Ms. Fusa Hui, have a new product.

It was designed by her personally.

"What about Hiroki? Has he come to any conclusions from his analysis?" Conan asked while eating fruit.

"I take back what I said earlier; the Cocoon Game is indeed a very impressive invention."

Ai glanced at the dog-headed detective and said.

She was referring to the gaming pod, which Lin Feng had moved into the villa.

"What does that have to do with that?" Conan asked, looking puzzled.

You don't seem to enjoy playing games very much.

"Shinichi, if Hiroki wants, time in the Cocoon game world can be extended a lot."

"It's like the pirate world; they stay there for so long, but in the real world, it's just one night."

Professor Agasa gestured with his chubby little hands as he began to explain.

A great invention.

Technology—that's the magic that can defy time!

"Yes, perhaps physical exercise in the game world is of little use, but intangible assets such as knowledge and experience are the most precious and can be left with your memories."

Ai handed the magazine to the professor and nodded.

You should buy Ms. Fusa's artwork as soon as possible.

"It is quite pretty." Dr. Agasa muttered as he walked aside after seeing the word "limited edition," somewhat giving up on the idea.

"So, you have more time to do research now, right?" Conan asked with a wry smile, chin in hand, watching the bald, fat old man's retreating figure as he looked away, clearly annoyed by the trouble.

I wonder when that PhD student will finally find a partner.

"Not necessarily. I was on vacation in Hawaii last night, but unfortunately the locals didn't teach me anything."

Ai shrugged and teased.

"Hawaii, ah, it's been so long since I've been there." Conan was lost in memories.

The first student in Hawaii, I miss the days of learning skills.

"No, I should go to the Rice Flower Restaurant to see that foreigner named Bruce."

Conan suddenly jumped off the sofa, wanting to go and pay a visit to the other party.

"Nonsense." Ai turned her head and glanced at the clock.

Do you think this time is appropriate?

“It’s really too late. If you really think there’s something wrong with him, we can make an anonymous call to the police,” Mingmei suggested.

That's illegal!

Dr. Agasa leaned over with his chubby face and said.

"Helping Phantom Thief Kid make tools for thievery seems like a bigger crime," Conan said, speechless.

What is this old man thinking about all day long?

He was clearly a criminal himself.

"They might get killed."

Seeing the dog-headed detective getting ready to leave, Ai kindly reminded him.

"Don't worry, I..."

Conan was just about to say something to comfort the group when he saw the evil scientist walking towards him with a syringe.

"If you're dead, you have no value..." (End of Chapter)