Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Late at night, the lights in the cafe were soft and warm. Chen Shuo sat at the bar, gracefully polishing his Remington 1875 pistol. His fingers glided across the gun with expert dexterity, as if he were servicing an old friend. He meticulously examined every detail of the magazine, ensuring the gun would function flawlessly when needed.

"What a work of art," Chen Shuo thought to himself, his eyes revealing his cherishment for the gun. Chen Shuo loved this ancient weapon. In his view, weapons are not just tools for self-defense, but also symbols of culture and history.

Just as he was concentrating on the task at hand, the doorbell rang crisply, accompanied by the sound of the door opening, interrupting the tranquility of the night. Chen Shuo looked up and saw Maori Kogoro push the door open. The expression on his face had lost its usual mischievous look, replaced by a hint of ease and indifference, completely different from the confused detective he used to be.

"Kogoro, I knew you would come." Chen Shuo smiled slightly, still concentrating on his work.

"Oh? This is... a Remington 1875?" Maori Kogoro looked at the Remington on the bar, his tone revealing a hint of ridicule: "You're still using something that can be put in a museum?"

"Of course! This is my favorite gun." Chen Shuo replied indifferently and continued to clean the barrel carefully, appearing calm. He knew that Maori Kogoro was just joking.

"Only juice!" Chen Shuo seemed to have been prepared and pushed a glass of juice to Kogoro, "Drink this to refresh yourself."

Kogoro Mouri took a sip of juice and looked disdainful: "Why not wine? People on TV always drink at this time!" Kogoro Mouri looked into the cabinet behind Chen Shuo, but unfortunately he didn't find what he wanted.

"I plan to work with Xiaolan and Yingli to force you to control your alcohol intake." Chen Shuo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Kogoro knew he was in the wrong and had indeed behaved somewhat poorly at the meeting today, so he could only grumble a few words. However, he also knew that Chen Shuo considered him a true friend, and he felt a little warm inside. "Okay, you win."

As the two chatted, Maori Kogoro's expression gradually became serious, and his face straightened: "I really don't understand how that little brat Conan could come up with such a method. He actually used an anesthetic needle to knock me out! And he dared to use my voice to solve the case!"

"I hadn't thought of that before today." Chen Shuo shook his head. Although he felt helpless about Conan's behavior, his mentality at the moment was more like watching a show: "He didn't think about the consequences of doing this at all. He just did it in the heat of the moment."

"This hasn't happened once or twice. He does this every time there's a case!" Kogoro's voice was filled with helplessness and anger. "Every time, I'm the one pretending to be stupid and cleaning up the mess!"

"Honestly, I think this scene is quite interesting." Chen Shuo smiled slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "The more impulsive he is, the more we can see what kind of trouble he can cause."

"You are optimistic." Kogoro sighed helplessly. Although he was dissatisfied with Conan's behavior, he vaguely felt that the development of things might be just as Chen Shuo said.

"But you know Conan's personality. He always wants to prove himself." Chen Shuo shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "I was quite worried at first, but then I figured it out. Let him die. We'll just treat it as a play. You won't suffer any loss anyway."

"You're quite open-minded. It's not you who's been anesthetized. If I hadn't received anti-anesthesia training, I would have really thought I had schizophrenia." Kogoro smiled bitterly, a hint of worry in his eyes: "But if he continues like this, he might really get into trouble."

"I'm really looking forward to him causing a big scene," Chen Shuo said lightly. "But we don't need to worry too much. Things won't be too bad anyway."

The tacit understanding between the two became more and more obvious at this moment. Although they knew that Conan would definitely get into big trouble in the future, both of them were very confident in their own abilities, so they didn't care much: "Forget it, let him go. I want to see how he will get into things." Kogoro showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

"That's right, we can watch it as a good show." Chen Shuo smiled slightly, seeming to be full of anticipation for what was about to happen.

"So... Conan is Shinichi's kid, right? How could this be?" Maori Kogoro frowned, obviously finding this fact unbelievable. "Why did he become smaller?"

"That day at the amusement park..." Chen Shuo explained everything he and Xiaolan saw at the amusement park that day. Until now, he still felt that the scene was really ridiculous, just like a scene in a movie.

"The Black Organization?" After hearing Chen Shuo's story, Kogoro's expression became increasingly serious, and his grip on the cup tightened. "It seems this organization isn't simple. I just don't know if they know this drug shrinks people. Is that kid their test subject? If this kid lives in my house, will that organization implicate us? I'm more worried about this..."

"Don't worry." Chen Shuo said calmly, "I have some connections with that organization, so it won't be difficult to get you out."

"Oh? Really? Can you really do it?" Kogoro still had doubts. Although he had confidence in Chen Shuo's ability, he still felt uneasy about the threat posed by the Black Organization.

"Don't worry, I have some face in the underground world, and they won't want to offend me." Chen Shuo smiled slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Okay." Kogoro was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and laughed: "As expected, being friends with you really makes me feel at ease."

"Of course." Chen Shuo responded gently: "Just be happy!"

"Alas... I used to be quite optimistic about that kid. He was born to be a detective." Kogoro sighed helplessly, "But once he has a target, he completely forgets the people around him. Once he encounters a case, he completely ignores the surrounding situation. To be honest, I thought he would gradually mature, but unfortunately, I was disappointed again and again..."

At this point, Maori Kogoro took another sip of juice: "That's why I'm so disgusted with Xiaolan and his contact."

"This is also his most fatal weakness." Chen Shuo nodded in understanding, his tone revealing a hint of coldness: "If it weren't for the fact that Yusaku and Yukiko have a good relationship with me, I actually really want to kill him today."

"You... this... that's not necessary." A trace of astonishment flashed in Kogoro's eyes, and then he smiled bitterly: "Now we can only guide Xiaolan to slowly distance herself from him... I actually want Xiaolan to live with Eri for a while, so that he can stay away from this dangerous kid."

"You know Xiaolan well. She won't. She can't let go of a foolish detective like you." Chen Shuo smiled faintly, assembled the Remington, and flipped the loading chamber. "Don't worry, I will protect her. At least with me, your family will be safe."

The two looked at each other and smiled: "Let him go, I want to see what he will do." Kogoro showed a teasing smile on his face.

"That's right, we can watch it as a good show." Chen Shuo smiled slightly, seeming to be full of anticipation for what was about to happen.

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Maori Kogoro finally got the answer he wanted, and the worry on his face gradually dissipated, and a relaxed expression returned to his face. He patted Chen Shuo on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Anyway, thank you, brother Chen Shuo! With you around, I feel so safe."

"At your service any time, Detective." Chen Shuo responded easily, a smile on his face, and he was secretly glad that he could help his friend.

Kogoro waved his hand, his face serious as he said, "I owe you a big favor. Don't worry, although I may not be able to help you with anything based on your strength, as long as you ask, I will definitely do my best to help you. I mean... anything!"

"Haha, don't worry, I'm not a devil. Don't be so serious. We are friends, right?" Chen Shuo couldn't help laughing.

Maori Kogoro swayed his body and began to walk towards the entrance of the cafe. He seemed somewhat relaxed, and had completely regained his confused detective appearance. Before leaving, he looked back at Chen Shuo and smiled slightly. "Of course! Come up and sit with me more often when you have time. Xiaolan probably won't let me drink a drop of alcohol now. You have to help me. If you bring some wine, Xiaolan won't say anything! Hahahaha!"

"Then you have to wait for a while. I don't like drinking. It's because of alcohol that you have degenerated into what you are now. Don't let yourself not be able to hold a gun steadily in the future." Chen Shuo teased, feeling helpless about Kogoro's alcoholism.

"How is that possible... I'm a very good marksman." Kogoro chuckled, waved his hand, and walked out of the cafe with a relaxed mood. The doorbell rang crisply, and then silence returned.

Chen Shuo cleared the table, loaded his Remington, and with a twist of his hand, the pistol vanished like magic. He donned a black trench coat, elegantly adjusted his jacket, donned a top hat, and prepared to close the shop. He had something important to do tonight.

He walked to the entrance of the cafe, gently locked it, and then walked out into the night. A gentle breeze blew past, bringing a hint of coolness. His eyes gradually turned icy, and a murderous aura permeated him. At that moment, the gentle cafe owner disappeared, replaced by the one who made the entire underground world tremble—Wu Chen.

"Tonight, I want to have a good talk with Gin. I hope I can have the face to do so." Chen Shuo thought to himself, walking towards his destination without stopping.

The streets were deserted, only dim lights flickering in the cold wind. Chen Shuo's figure was lonely and mysterious, seemingly wandering silently through the tranquil atmosphere. His face was hidden in the shadow of his hat, only his deep eyes flashed with an icy light, like a sharp blade hidden in the darkness, ready to strike at any moment. Every step he took was filled with invisible murderous intent, permeated with his undeniable power, making the empty street seem unusually solemn and mysterious in his presence.