Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

"Everyone."

Nakamori cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn, as if everyone was aware of the bad news that was about to come.

"I have some bad news for you all."

Nakamori took a deep breath and glanced at the guests in the hall.

"That terrorist organization, the 'Red Siamese Cats,' released super-killer bacteria into the smoking room on the B floor."

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and the whole hall was in an uproar in an instant.

"What?! No way, Officer Nakamori, you are kidding me?" The female reporter was obviously unwilling to believe this fact, and her tone was filled with anxiety and suspicion.

"Unfortunately, this is no joke."

Officer Nakamori raised his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet, his tone heavy and firm.

"We've just confirmed it. As I said, the smoking room on the B floor has been sealed off..."

Before he could finish his words, a shrill scream suddenly came from the corner.

"what!!"

Everyone was startled and turned to look.

Fujioka Takamichi, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly stood up, grabbed his collar with both hands, his expression painful and terrified.

His face and neck were covered in a dense red rash, which looked shocking.

"Red... rash..." Fujioka's eyes widened, his voice filled with fear.

He looked down at his hands, trembling, and bright red spots quickly appeared on his exposed skin.

"Please save...save me! Please...please, save me!!"

Fujioka stumbled toward the center of the hall, stretching out his hands, trying to grab the people around him.

"Damn it! Is there already an infected person?" Nakamori growled, gritting his teeth.

"Officer Nakamori."

Suzuki Jirokichi's secretary turned pale but remained calm: "Come to think of it, that guest...did smoke in the smoking room just now."

“Please... save me..." Fujioka's steps became increasingly chaotic, and he staggered towards the crowd like a wild beast out of control.

"boom!"

A fierce figure suddenly flashed by, and Wakasa Rumi had stood in front of Fujioka without him knowing when.

Her movements were swift and decisive, and she landed a clean elbow strike on the side of Fujioka's neck.

Fujioka groaned and then collapsed to the ground like a fetus, completely losing consciousness.

The hall fell into a brief silence, and everyone was stunned by this series of unexpected events.

Wakasa Rumi turned around, nodded to the policemen, and said calmly, "Carry him away."

Several policemen immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted the unconscious Fujioka up.

"Sister Wakasa, go and disinfect it with alcohol." Conan reminded calmly, but his voice was very low.

Hearing this, a long-haired waitress standing nearby quickly raised her hand and said, "Come here! There's alcohol for disinfection in the side dish room!"

However, just as she finished her words, her expression suddenly changed and she let out a short scream: "Ah!"

Her body swayed, and then she fell to the ground helplessly. The people around her screamed and stepped back, while several policemen immediately stepped forward to investigate.

"What's wrong with you?" Officer Nakamori frowned and ran forward, but was shocked by the scene before him.

"She's got a rash, too!" a police officer shouted, pointing to the waitress's exposed skin.

Her left arm and right palm were covered with red spots, exactly the same symptoms as Fujioka.

"Damn it!" Nakamori waved his fist angrily, "There's already a second infected person!"

"Advisor Suzuki!"

Nakamori's expression was even more serious than before. "Is there a place here where we can isolate them?"

"Yes!" Suzuki Jirokichi replied immediately, "There's an isolation ward in the clinic. They can be quickly isolated there."

"very good!"

Nakamori quickly gave the order: "All of you, put on your protective masks and carry these two people to the isolation ward in the clinic. Try not to touch any potentially infected items!"

"Let me lead the way!" Suzuki Jirokichi's secretary volunteered to step forward.

"Then I'll trouble you." Nakamori nodded, then turned around and glanced at the guests in the hall. His voice was cold and firm.

In the chaos, Conan stood there, staring at the direction where the unconscious Fujioka and the waitress were carried away, with an imperceptible light flashing in his eyes.

In the living room, the chaotic atmosphere had not yet completely subsided.

Conan stood in the crowd and suddenly thought of something, his face changed abruptly.

The image of Yuantai being sneezed in the face by the long-haired waitress quickly flashed through his mind.

"Oh no!" he whispered to himself, his eyes filled with unprecedented anxiety.

After saying that, he rushed out and ran out of the living room almost like the wind.

Seeing this, Wakasa Rumi frowned slightly, then immediately chased after him.

At the same time, on the other side of the living room, Mouri Ran was shaking Mouri Kogoro, who was drunk on the sofa, with helplessness written all over her face.

"Dad, let's go!"

She whispered, reaching out and pushing his shoulder hard, "Oh, really, how much did you drink!?"

Kogoro Mouri half opened his eyes and mumbled a few words, but showed no sign of waking up.

His face was flushed with alcohol, and he was slumped lazily on the sofa, not even having the energy to change his position.

"Something's wrong..."

Mao Lilan suddenly stopped and frowned.

She knew very well how much her father could drink. It was impossible for Kogoro Mouri, who was addicted to alcohol, to become drunk and unconscious after just a few beers.

A possibility quickly emerged in her mind - this was not drunkenness, but...

Her expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She calmly turned to Chen Shuo, who was standing not far away, and shouted, "Brother Shuo! Come and help me, Daddy is so heavy."

"it is good."

Chen Shuo agreed readily and walked over with an expressionless face.

He reached out and lifted up Kogoro Mouri's arm, and with this action, he quickly extended two fingers, quietly placed them on Kogoro Mouri's wrist, and felt his pulse.

"The heartbeat is unusually steady..." Chen Shuo's brows furrowed slightly, and he analyzed inwardly, "It doesn't seem like the disordered heartbeat from being drunk at all. It's more like... something like a tranquilizer."

He withdrew his hand and glanced nonchalantly across the hall.

Soon, he noticed a mushroom-haired waitress standing nearby. She lowered her head and looked very frightened.

"Just now... she was the one who poured the wine," Chen Shuo thought to himself, a hint of coldness in his eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint sneer.

"Found another one..."

He was determined in his heart, but did not show any abnormality.

---

The atmosphere in the living room was heavy and depressing, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

After a while, the police and Suzuki Jirokichi's secretary came back from the quarantine area and walked in one after another, but no one spoke.

Everyone in the hall turned to look at them, but no one spoke to break the suffocating silence.

Chen Shuo stood in a corner of the room, leaning against the wall, his arms folded, his eyes sweeping across the living room like a hawk.

He did not miss any expression or subtle movement of each person.

The situation in the living room was clear.

Except for the quarantined Fujioka Takamichi and the long-haired waitress, as well as the three children Conan and Wakasa Rumi, everyone else invited to the airship is here.

First, the police.

Chen Shuo never counted on them from the beginning.

These people may have performed well in their daily law enforcement work, but in this complex situation involving a terrorist organization, their response was clearly not quick enough, and could even be said to be a bit slow.

Their presence is more to soothe the emotions of ordinary guests.

Kogoro Mori...is even less likely to be counted on.

Chen Shuo's eyes swept across the other side of the room, to the familiar face sitting on the sofa.

He was "sleeping" drunkenly at the moment, even snoring slightly.

Chen Shuo knew that someone had deliberately made this "famous detective" temporarily incapable of action, obviously not wanting him to participate in the next game.

Sonoko and Xiaolan.

Chen Shuo's gaze continued to turn to the other side of the hall.

The two of them deliberately kept separate from him. This was not accidental, but a prior arrangement between Chen Shuo and them.

The three of them occupied three key points in the living room, forming a secret surveillance network.

Anyone who makes an abnormal move will be discovered by them in time.

Mushroom-headed waitress.

This person... is undoubtedly one of the biggest suspects.

Chen Shuo had been staring at her, and her every move was under his control.

Finally, there are the three TV station staff members.

These three people boarded the airship in the name of an interview. They seemed harmless, but Chen Shuo did not let his guard down.

They weren't showing any suspicious signs at the moment, but Sonoko was standing next to them, talking to them from time to time, testing their reactions.

As long as Yuanzi was there, Chen Shuo believed that he didn't need to worry about them suddenly attacking him for the time being.

The situation in the entire living room is clearly visible.

The police, the secretary, the mushroom-headed waiter, the TV station staff, and Suzuki Jirokichi's men, everything seems calm, but there is a crisis hidden in the dark that cannot be ignored.

Chen Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his arm lightly with his fingers, and quickly calculated the possibilities in his mind.

"Next, it depends on how these little red kittens attack..." He sneered in his heart.

---

Chen Shuo stood in the corner, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, paying close attention to everything in the living room.

Suddenly, he felt a slight vibration in his arms.

Chen Shuo lowered his head, took out a small pair of headphones from his pocket, and quickly put them on.

Wakasa Rumi's calm voice came from the headset: "A group of armed men have entered the airship and planted bombs in multiple locations. They are too numerous and their firepower is too strong, so I can't attack directly. The children are with me."

Chen Shuo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a gleam of light flashed in his pupils.

His voice was low and calm. "Well, find a chance to dismantle the bomb and make sure the children stay quiet. Have Conan keep an eye on them while he helps you observe the surroundings. Once you're done, come quickly to support me."

"Hi!" Wakasa Rumi responded simply, and the communication was immediately interrupted.

Chen Shuo hung up the phone and glanced around the living room. His expression remained calm, but his aura had become extremely sharp.

He took a deep breath, stretched his joints, and then walked towards Suzuki Jirokichi.

After approaching, he whispered, "Take the police and irrelevant personnel to a safe place. There are guests coming..."

Suzuki Jirokichi was slightly stunned, but then nodded without showing any strange expression on his face.

He walked over to Officer Nakamori and said, "Officer Nakamori, I think we should stay in the exhibition room. I'm worried that bastard Kidd will take advantage of this opportunity to steal the gems."

"Yeah! That's fine."

Officer Nakamori nodded without any doubt.

He then turned around and called out to the police, "Let's go to the exhibition room and take a look at the situation first."

The policemen followed, and the others seemed to be disturbed by the oppressive atmosphere in the living room. They stood up and left in twos and threes, intending to go to the exhibition room to look at the gems and relax.

Soon, the people in the living room dispersed one after another, and no one noticed that Chen Shuo still hadn't stood up.

When everyone left, Chen Shuo stood up and glanced at Maori Kogoro who was still lying on the sofa.

He walked over, helped the drunken man to his feet, and then mercilessly threw him behind the bar, making sure he wouldn't be seen for a while.

After doing all this, Chen Shuo said without even turning his head, "Go over there too. Pay attention to that waitress with the mushroom-haired hair. Keep a close eye on her!"

As he finished speaking, a waiter with freckles on his face trembled as he emerged from behind a pillar in the living room. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his voice trembled slightly. "Uh...is this going to turn into a battlefield soon?"

Chen Shuo glanced at him coldly, his tone still calm and firm: "Don't worry about it, just do your own thing. Remember what I said, keep a close eye on her, don't let up for a moment."

The freckled waiter swallowed his saliva and nodded heavily: "Hi~~"