Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

No! I can’t tell you now!

Whether it's genetic engineering, things like becoming younger, and those men in black... none of that can be said out loud yet!

What if he's from that organization? What if he's... an enemy?!

My only knowledge of this person came from his description, and less than twenty minutes had passed since I first saw his face. I absolutely couldn't give away my entire knowledge so rashly...

Seeing the other person's confused expression, Uozuka Saburo mistakenly thought that the child had misunderstood his metaphor and thought he really was one of those weird guys. He could only helplessly spread his hands and said, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. There are no human experiments, and there are no mad scientists. I've simply met many geniuses like you, so I'm not that surprised."

"Um...genius boy?"

"Well, for example, our current academy chairman, at only ten years old, is already the chairman of the largest Umamusume academy in Japan!" Uozuka Saburo thought for a moment and said, "And our classmate, Airi Hayako, earned a double doctorate in biochemistry while still in junior high school before attending Tresen. Now she runs a high-end laboratory all by herself, and her IQ is said to have surpassed the upper limit of human intelligence!"

"Compared to these two monsters, a child like you who is a little more precocious and has a greater interest and talent in reasoning is actually quite ordinary~"

"..."

Depend on!

Chapter 157 Who is this!

Although what the uncle said was the truth and he couldn't say anything to refute him...but he felt so angry to be looked down upon like this!

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Even though the body has become smaller, the mind is still sharp!

The Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, the savior of the police!

Great detective, Kudo Shinichi!

To be called a "no big deal" ordinary person! ?

It's simply an insult to his personality and dignity!

Seeing that he doesn't teach well... ahem, give him a good glare!!

"...?"

Why is this guy suddenly glaring at me? Did I just say something wrong again?

Uozuka Saburo felt Edogawa Conan's angry gaze, and was at a loss with a head full of question marks.

In his opinion, calling someone "very ordinary" is a compliment with a high degree of recognition, simply because most of the people of this type he has met in his life are eccentric, have strange personalities, or are simply mentally ill with some physical or mental defects. They have been consciously or unconsciously trying to become "ordinary" all their lives, trying to redeem things that can never be redeemed. However, they never considered that for the "geniuses" born among "ordinary" people, such statements are exactly what they hate to hear the most.

————But what if he doesn't like it? Can he still jump up and headbutt his knee?

Uozuka Saburo smiled, ignoring the child's emotional expression. Just as he was about to stand up from his squatting position, he felt a sudden impact from behind.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"

"!?"

The harsh tone provoked him into a rage, and Uozuka Saburo nearly turned around and punched the man in the throat. He pretended to stumble forward two steps, and only when he was near the tea machine did he manage to steady himself. He turned around and took a closer look at the man's full appearance:

The man, who was about thirty years old, had messy long hair, a wrinkled face, ragged clothes, and a thin figure. He was carrying a large square box. He glared at Conan, who looked surprised, with malicious intent, and squeezed to the other side of the aisle while cursing.

"Tsk, a grown man and a little brat, not taking their own seats, but instead blocking the aisle... Haven't you heard the old saying that a good dog doesn't block the road?"

"!!?you!"

"..."

His attention was immediately attracted by the undisguised malice. Conan Edogawa, who was already a little angry, wanted to explode on the spot, but he was blocked by Saburo Uozuka who was standing in front of him. He could only watch as the other party dragged the box and opened the door of another carriage to enter.

"Who the hell is this! He's just... a scumbag!"

After cursing indignantly, Edogawa Conan thought of his temporary companion and hurried over to Uozuka Saburo and asked, "Mr. Uozuka, are you okay? I just saw it! There were still many seats in the aisle, but that guy deliberately pushed you out of the way! He's really... a corrupt person!"

"...No, it's not just a question of moral character."

In stark contrast to Conan, Uozuka Saburo, who was known for his hot temper, didn't seem angry at all. His two gray eyes stared straight at the oversized suitcase until it was blocked by the carriage door. He then looked at Edogawa Conan and said, "Little detective, let me ask you a deduction question. Do you want to try to answer it?"

"Hmm? Of course!"

Although he understood that the other party's perception of him was a little distorted, it was still a blessing in disguise. Edogawa Conan could no longer deliberately act like a childish and funny kid, but instead revealed a little of his true nature: "If you ask me about other issues, I may only know a little bit, but when it comes to reasoning, I am confident that I can match anyone!"

"Ha~ What a big tone!"

Seeing this little brat, who was no taller than his legs, so arrogant, Uozuka Saburo smiled and shook his head, squatted down again and said, "Then let me ask you: In your opinion, if a suitcase that big is used to carry you, how many of you can fit in it?"

"...Huh? What kind of reasoning problem is this? It's just simple geometry... Wait!"

Conan hadn't reacted to the first half of the sentence, but stopped abruptly when he heard the second half. His large pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly tried to drive his small body to rush to the other carriage.

Then, Uozuka Saburo quickly grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back.

"Tsk, what are you so anxious about?" the handsome young man said speechlessly. "I'm not anxious at all, so what's the point of you being anxious? Or do you think you can defeat a grown man with these little arms and legs?"

"...But! Um..."

For a moment, the possibility raised by Uozuka Saburo provoked him to the point of losing his rationality. Only after meeting those cold gray eyes did the young detective calm down and said to him anxiously, "I just... want to collect more evidence to confirm your suspicions. I don't intend to confront him head-on."

"Well, that's right."

Rubbing Conan's head vigorously, Uozuka smiled, stood up, looked towards the door and said, "Before I became a teacher, I was a salesman. I often traveled around the country doing business and met many people like him. So believe me: even if the box doesn't contain humans, it must contain some kind of 'dirty thing' that can't be seen in public."

"...Yes." Conan nodded.

His attention had just been drawn to what that sloppy guy said, and his little brain hadn't been able to process the information for a while. Now, after being reminded of this, Conan immediately noticed many things wrong with the other party:

"His clothes were shabby, but the suitcase looked very valuable. His face looked haggard, but his spirits were very high. He might have taken some illegal drugs, and..."

"Hmm. Hmm? Why aren't you talking?"

"..."

Seeing Uozuka Saburo putting his face close to him without any scruples, Edogawa Conan was startled at first. He subconsciously wanted to change his words and evade the question, but suddenly remembered that the other party had already regarded him as a "very ordinary" genius boy. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "And... the most important point: with your posture just now, Uncle Uozuka, he could have passed by with a little squeeze, but he insisted on pushing you away before leaving. This can only mean one thing - he really, really doesn't want anyone to touch his box, lest they discover any clues."

Chapter 158: I didn't say anything~

"...So this is how you detectives think?"

"...Yeah, isn't this common sense?"

"..."

Looking at Conan with an innocent face in surprise, Uozuka Saburo felt that he finally understood why people from the organization were always targeted by detectives - you thought your disguise was perfect, but in fact, in the eyes of the other party, you are full of loopholes!

The thinking logic and focus are completely different, so it's no wonder that they can never be protected from prying eyes.

It seems that I have to make a suggestion to my eldest brother and let the organization train a group of auxiliary departments with real "common sense"... Anyway, these mentally ill members with watts of brains are useless now.

How can I possibly carry out regular infiltration operations with these insects?! .jpg

Not knowing what the uncle in front of him was thinking, Conan reviewed the brief encounter in his mind. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that what Uozuka Saburo said might be true. His face became more and more ugly: "No... I still want to go over and take a look, to confirm what the box is like."

"Okay? If that guy forces you into a corner, knocks you unconscious, and stuffs you into that box, I won't save you," Uozuka Saburo said casually. "If I were a criminal with a box this big, that's what I'd do."

"..."

What he said made a lot of sense, and I was speechless...

But...are we just going to let it go like this?!

"I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet."

One look at Conan's expression told him what he was thinking. Uozuka Saburo patted his head, half-forced his shoulder, turned around and walked back, saying, "He took so much trouble to carry such a big box up here. He definitely didn't get off at the next two platforms. He must be going somewhere very far away. During this time, he will stay safely on the train. We have plenty of time to investigate him."

"But what if! There's a timed explosion inside... er..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the bespectacled detective knew he'd said something foolish. Uozuka Saburo's gaze on him became a bit strange. After a couple of seconds of silence, he asked, "You're using such a large box of explosives...are you planning on blowing up the mountain? Or are you thinking you're not conspicuous enough and planning a blatant terrorist attack?"

If that's the case, at least bring two more people with you. That guy looks like he'll fall over at the slightest touch. Not only him and Oguruma, but even that Miss Maoli Ran from earlier could have been torn to pieces with just one kick.

"Okay... I'll listen to you..."

After Uozuka Saburo's analysis, Conan realized that his own thinking was not thorough enough. Dejected, he followed Uozuka Saburo back, but suddenly looked up at him with a bit of confusion and said, "But Uncle Uozuka, why do you feel so...experienced?"

It's as if you've experienced it yourself...you always have the ability to exert force in places I haven't expected.

He's clearly just a "salesman".

"Ha~ You'll have to figure it out on your own~"

Uozuka Saburo lowered his eyelids, chuckled emotionlessly, and said, "Here's a hint: what kind of person should I dress up as when I go to a brothel so that everyone in the shop will drop what they are doing and dare not move?"

"...Huh? Impossible? How could anyone go to a place like that and let..."

As he was talking, a possibility suddenly flashed through Conan's mind, causing him to open his eyes wide instantly. He looked at Uozuka Saburo in surprise and said, "Could it be the police?"

"Shh~ Don't speak so loudly, okay?"

"...But you don't look like one at all? That aura of yours, and your background as a salesperson...!? Could it be!?"

Seeing this little detective, who had a good brain but was still a little immature in terms of experience and character, starting to imagine things in a spiral manner according to his own ideas, Uozuka Saburo couldn't help but nod secretly.

————Anyway, he said nothing and did nothing. There are more than one way to interpret the fact that he went to a brothel and made everyone stand still. What "truth" he could get depends entirely on the imagination of this little genius!

More importantly, his body is now in a rejuvenated state, and the traces left from his past actions have more or less changed. Even if the high school detective at the roller coaster came, it would be impossible for him to tell his identity at once.

Just a little bit of talent in elementary school, not worth mentioning~

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"Ah! Mr. Uozuka!"

"Uozuka-sensei!"

"Well, I... um?"

Returning to his own compartment, he saw Oguruma and Maoli Ran not waiting for him to walk over, but instead walked out of their seats and ran towards him. Uozuka Saburo subconsciously frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Just now! Did you see a man carrying a box walk by?"

"It's a very big box, the kind that can hold a person."

"..."

"..."

He exchanged a look with Conan without any emotion. The handsome grey-eyed guy nodded and said in a puzzled tone, "I saw it. It was a very rude guy. He just happened to walk past Conan and me."

"Yeah!" Conan nodded.

"Is that so? Then have you noticed anything wrong?"

"No... Did you notice anything, Xiaoli?"

"Hmm."

With a potato chip crumb stuck to the corner of his mouth, he maintained a very serious expression. Oguruma lowered the brim of his hat and whispered in Uozuka Saburo's ear: "We suspect... that man is a smuggler!"

"...Huh? Why?"

Shouldn't they be human traffickers? Why did you change the subject in your mouth?

"Because, there's a really nice smell coming from there! It's very similar to..."

Xiao Limao tilted his head in thought, his eyes shining as he drooled as he affirmed, "Those huge buns in the cafeteria, made with Supreme Chili Peppers mixed with flour and dough, and stuffed with beef sprinkled with pepper!!!"

"...You look like a big bastard to me!"

"Alas!"

He chopped Ogurimao's head with a knife, neither too hard nor too light. Uozuka Saburo and Conan both showed helpless expressions. They turned to look at the equally embarrassed Mao Lilan and said, "So, what happened just now, Miss Ran? Why did you also?"

“Ah, ahahahaha…”