Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

"I'll transfer it to you..." Shirley took out her phone with little interest and tapped a few times with her fair fingers.

Looking at the amount credited to his phone, Fu Heishen'er's lips curled into a smile, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Sherry subtly shifted her chair back, as if she had a feeling the other person was about to devour her.

"Let me use your computer." After fiddling with his phone for a bit, Fuheshen bent down and turned on Sherry's computer.

“I still have work to do…” Shirley looked at the man in front of her and hesitated for a moment before saying.

"Soon, it will begin immediately, in about ten minutes," Fuheshen said.

It's 10 o'clock now, and he bought tickets for the rowing race that starts at 10:05.

The match will end in about ten minutes.

Thinking of the odds of 3.0, Fuheshen couldn't help but feel happy.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

The clock in the office kept ticking away as time passed.

Fuhesh'er's smile slowly faded, calmed, then twisted, and finally he lowered his head with a forlorn expression.

His vision gradually blurred, and he could no longer see the road ahead.

"Do you regret this result?" Shirley sat in the chair, her hands behind her head, and watched the entire process of Fuheshel betting on the boat race.

And at the same time, I finally understand... why he, as a core member, borrowed so much money.

Fuhesh was silent, his head bowed as he leaned on the table, his hair obscuring his eyes so Sherry couldn't tell what he was thinking.

But the drooping corners of his mouth said it all...

“Greed always leads people into the abyss, but it seems not everyone understands this.” Sherry sighed softly as she looked at Fuheshen’s expression. “Repent.”

“I understand…” Fuheishen raised his head, his voice hoarse and low, his eyes dim, filled with disappointment and sadness.

It seems that the person's motives weren't greed; the scar on his lip tells a story of past experiences that led him to seek solace in gambling to alleviate his loneliness...

He stretched out his hand, as if in repentance...

Fuhesh's movements touched Sherry's soft spot.

Shirley suddenly realized that she seemed to have done something wrong, touching on Shen'er's sore spot. She pursed her lips, but still reached out and took Shen'er's hand. "So... don't do that next time. Of course, it also depends on your choice, doesn't it?"

Fuhei felt the coolness of his palm and looked at Shirley, "So... could you lend me some more money? I'll definitely win next time."

"Damn it." Sherry said coldly, giving Fu Heishen a sidelong glance before letting go of his hand... Her actions proved that she was a member of the Black Organization, with cold, black blood flowing through her veins.

Fuheishen lowered his head.

Seeing Fuheishen's expression, Shirley finally softened, took out cash from her Prada bag again, and said earnestly, "You can't gamble anymore, understand?"

"Thank you, Shirley..."

After having lunch with Sherry in the cafeteria using Sherry's card.

Fuhesh walked leisurely down the street, feeling the cool yet warm cash in his pocket, and he was in a good mood.

If Sherry hadn't given him two million yen in cash, he might have ended up selling his body to Gin.

"what!"

"How can you run a red light in broad daylight?"

"Oh, so this is Beika Town. Never mind then."

Upon hearing the sound, Fuheshener looked up and gazed ahead.

At the intersection ahead, a car ran a red light and stopped on the zebra crossing, nearly colliding with several other vehicles.

A little boy in a blue suit and red bow tie ran out of the car that had run a red light. When he saw Fuheishen, his eyes lit up, and he quickly approached, as if to call out something.

However, another plump woman got off the bus and picked up the little boy.

Oh, it's Conan.

Fukushi glanced at Conan, then continued walking forward indifferently.

If it were Ran... he might care, but Conan is out of the question.

"I have money!!!"

Before being drugged, Conan uttered a sentence in a weak voice, then passed out and was taken to the car.

Although the voice was very soft, the super-strong body bound by the Heavenly Curse still heard it.

Just as Fuheshchen was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and glanced to the side.

Since they are children we know, we can't just ignore them.

........

On the green sedan...

Disguised as a plump auntie, Yukiko Kudo drove while recalling Conan's words from earlier.

What's wrong with Shin-chan?

She's playing a member of the Black Organization now.

How could someone with such a small mind come up with the idea of ​​using money to bribe members of an organization that could research ways to shrink people?

How could the members of an organization capable of developing such a drug possibly lack funds?

Yukiko Kudo gave Conan a pitying look.

Poor Shin-chan, not only has his body shrunk, but his thinking has also become sluggish...

..........

After returning Conan to the cabin, Yukiko came out after buying a magazine at the convenience store.

pat.

At that moment, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

Yukiko Kudo paused for a moment, turned around, and sized up the man behind her.

A tall man wearing a black bodysuit, white training pants, and a jacket tied around his waist, with a scar on the corner of his mouth, was staring at him indifferently.

"Who are you?" Yukiko turned around nimbly, looked at the man in front of her who was bursting with hormones, and blinked.

"Where's Conan?" Fuhei Shen'er lowered his eyes and looked down at the fat woman below. "I just saw you take him away."

Oops...

They've been discovered; this man might be someone Conan knows.

"I'm Conan's mother. He's gone back to sleep now," Yukiko Kudo said calmly and truthfully.

"Would a normal person drug a child?" Fuheishener raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Yukiko nodded, looking at Shinji with a puzzled expression.

Obviously, she looks like a normal person, and she's Conan's biological mother.

"Take me to Conan." Fukushiro broke out in a cold sweat, speaking the command in a calm tone as he walked outside.

Yukiko frowned at first, then suddenly thought of something.

The other person knows Shin-chan, and they seem to have a very close relationship.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have seen Conan being taken away by mysterious men in black to be rescued.

The other party is very likely aware of the organization's affairs.

But... it was ultimately due to carelessness.

As Shin-chan's companion, after discovering the situation, instead of calling the police, did he come alone to find him, a dangerous member of the Black Organization?

That was really reckless. Since he's Shin-chan's friend and so loyal, let him learn how treacherous the world can be.

"Hmph..." Yukiko laughed, her body trembling and her chest heaving, and said coldly, "It seems you know a lot about that organization?"

“However, the organization’s rules never allow anyone to live.” Yukiko Kudo took a toy gun out of her bag and pressed it against Fukuro Jinji’s waist. “But you really have a lot of nerve, exposing your back to me…”

"Oh?" Fuheishen felt something behind him, turned around, his black pupils turning cold. "Do you know why I was so caught off guard?"

"Why?" Yukiko Kudo asked, puzzled.

“Because you pose no threat…” Fuheshchen grinned maliciously.