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Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story — Chapter 101 101, Conan: You can't, right…

What’s more, his father, Kudo Yusaku, always looks like he has everything under control and is calm and calm.

This unlucky look of being frightened and having water on his face was the first time I had seen Conan since he was born.

Hearing the ridicule from his son, the wet Kudo Yusaku couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth. After slowly standing up straight, he fell into a deep silence.

He, Kudo Yusaku, the world’s top detective and top mystery writer, was tricked by a little devil who was about the same age as his own son, and was being laughed at by his son.

It’s so embarrassing…

But I can’t seem to blame myself for this. After all, who would have thought that someone would make fun of something like this?

… Kudo Yusaku would play like that just because he wanted his son to understand the situation. It was a good intention, unlike Sano, who was just for fun.

But now that I think about it, Sano’s scene is not without any flaws.

Kudo Yusaku’s eyes turned to the model gun on the ground.

That gun was found by Sano from Yukiko Kudo. At first, Yusaku Kudo thought it was funny. After all, this high school detective was a bit immature and couldn’t even tell the difference between a model gun and a real gun.

But after that, Sano threw away the model gun and took out another gun. Doesn’t this mean that the other party already knew that the gun was fake, and also knew that the two of them actually had nothing to do with it? Isn’t he a member of a black organization?

Then the idea of ​​the other party pretending to be a member of the black organization probably came about not only after the couple revealed their identities…

Kudo Yusaku took a deep breath. The hole was dug deep enough. What a pity that he didn’t react at that time!

“By the way, has your friend followed us before?”

In annoyance, Kudo Yusaku asked Conan: “It wasn’t when your mother brought you here, but when I went out for dinner with your mother before.”

“ah?”

Conan had laughed enough. After hearing this, he replied with some confusion: “How do I know this? But he came in to see me once before. If you only went out at that time, he should not be with you.” That’s right, unless you have a locator on you.”

“This is strange…”

Kudo Yusaku frowned slightly and touched his chin: “When we were in the restaurant before, there was clearly a guy wearing a peaked cap staring at us. At first, I was wondering who he was. I thought he was yours just now. A friend is here, if not him, then who is it…”

In Kudo Yusaku’s view, since Sano discovered early that the two were not real members of the black organization, he should have discovered some important clues and even the “truth” somewhere.

The model gun alone shouldn’t be enough.

So what exactly is the problem…

Kudo Yusaku couldn’t figure out the problem after reviewing it, but the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He couldn’t be tricked so inexplicably, right?

On the side, Conan, the son of Kudo Yusaku, actually continued his father’s habit and began to review in secret.

Compared with his father, Conan’s clues are much more obvious.

Because when Conan was released by Sano and saw the tied up “Black Organization Duo”, he wanted to take off Kudo Yusaku’s mask.

But then he was stopped by Sano.

Conan had forgotten the reason Sano used at that time, but because he was too excited and Sano was completely in charge of this matter, he didn’t think much about it, let alone took off Kudo Yusaku’s mask.

… Looking at it now, Sano clearly knew that these two people were his parents, but not only did he not tell him, but he even acted with him!

This guy is such a rip off!

But then again, when did Sano discover the truth of this incident and take advantage of the trap dug by his parents?

Conan frowned and rubbed his chin in thought with Kudo Yusaku beside him.

Suddenly, Conan recalled his father’s question just now, and felt as if a bolt of lightning passed through his head, causing him to subconsciously grab his father’s clothes: “Dad, is the peaked cap you just mentioned covered in black? The clothes always make people subconsciously want to ignore him, and besides, they can’t see his face clearly?”

Kudo Yusaku was stunned for a moment and nodded: “It seems so.”

“It’s him!”

Conan was shocked, and his face instantly turned ugly: “He’s from that organization, codenamed Bourbon!”

“Bourbon…”

Kudo Yusaku also frowned, his expression becoming more serious.

Sano’s identity as a member of the black organization was fake, but a real member of the black organization actually appeared.

This is already the fourth reversal tonight. No movie would dare to do this!

Just when Kudo and his son were having headaches, Kudo Yukiko finally couldn’t help raising her hand: “Well, let’s go wash your mouth first. I really want to vomit, and Yusaku, your clothes are also wet, so You need to change it quickly, otherwise you will catch a cold.”

After Kudo Yukiko’s reminder, Kudo Yusaku also felt that the stench in his mouth couldn’t be ignored. He looked down at the water stains on his chest, and two small footprints were clearly visible.

“…”

Kudo and his wife silently turned their attention to Conan. Conan’s eyelids twitched and he laughed quickly and said: “Oh, I didn’t know it was acting before, so my foot was a little heavy, but for dad’s body, it shouldn’t be a big deal. That’s right?”

Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko looked at each other.

To be honest, both of them suffered quite a lot tonight. They were first kidnapped, then threatened, and finally ridiculed. Especially Kudo Yusaku, who felt extremely depressed.

But both of them knew very well that what happened tonight was actually no one else’s fault, let alone Conan’s fault, but…

Still feel bad!

Kudo Yusaku raised his eyebrows, while Kudo Yukiko blinked, and a wave of eye contact was completed between the changes in the eyebrows of both parties.

“Do you want to do it?”

“move!”

“But we are unreasonable…”

“What’s the point of telling the child? I’ll be leaving tomorrow anyway.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

Conan stood nearby and watched his parents frowning, with a little doubt on his face.

What are you doing, Morse code?

That doesn’t look like it either.

After watching for a while, Conan couldn’t help but smile and asked: “I said, are you guys planning to punish me again?”

Kudo and his wife turned their attention to Conan and didn’t say anything, just staring at him.

After being stared at for a while, Conan gradually realized something was wrong, and the smile on his face began to disappear. After swallowing, he instinctively stepped back: “You can’t, right…”

The Kudo couple still didn’t speak, but just showed… a kind smile.


           


Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

Status: Completed Author:

Summary

I, Sano Shinichiro, a time traveler, have a system.
Although the system's tasks are very strange, the rewarded equipment is even more... fresh and refined.
For example, a hammer that cannot cause damage, a small electric donkey that can fly quickly, a coat that turns into a roadie when used, sunglasses that cannot distinguish between humans and animals within 500 meters after wearing them, etc...
What, you ask me how to live better in this world?
Sano Shinichiro smiled faintly and put on his vest: "How can you not get stabbed when you are floating in the world? If you want to avoid getting stabbed, you have to open a trumpet. The more vests I have, the more slutty I will be. I will wave the flag of the winery."
When Akai Shuichi asked Conan what he thought of the black organization, Conan responded like this: The black organization? Although they act a little rough, they are all good people... Wait, which black organization are you asking about?

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