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

Seeing Conan tightly gripping Fushiguro Jinji's trouser leg, Kudo Yusaku's blood pressure instantly spiked.

Edogawa? Kudo?

Why can't Conan have the surname Kudo, and why does his wife say it's great?

He suddenly had a feeling that he had been bullied, but of course, it was just a feeling.

"Stop playing around." Yusaku Kudo removed his mask, walked to Yukiko's side, and dropped his disguise. "Let me introduce myself, I am..."

“He is Yusaku Edogawa, Conan’s distant cousin,” Yukiko interrupted Yusaku Kudo. “I am his wife.”

Yusaku Kudo stared wide-eyed at Yukiko.

Seriously? Who on earth is Edogawa??

They even changed his name?

Yukiko Kudo cleared up the misunderstanding first, saying that it was just a script and she just wanted to play along with Conan.

Conan's mouth was wide open, as if it could fit a whole sausage inside.

Yusaku Kudo also learned why Jinji Fushiguro was there.

"Are you all this bored?" Fukushiro's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous look. "You know, it was all to save Conan..."

"Phew, I completely understand how you feel right now." Kudo Yusaku, with one eye closed, knowing he was in the wrong, took out some cash from his pocket and handed it to the other person. "Of course, I'm also very grateful that you came to save Conan. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

"Save me?" Fuhei Shen'er glanced at Conan indifferently. "You've misunderstood. I'm only doing this for the money."

After saying that, he took the money and turned to leave.

Yusaku Kudo: "..."

Yukiko Kudo: "..."

“Shen Ge Ge…” Conan stood still, looking at the other person with a mixture of emotion and helplessness in his expression.

Seriously, if you're going to save me, then save me!

They insist on pretending it's for the money.

Who would put themselves in danger for money?

"Conan, let Grandma give you a hug." Yukiko Kudo reached out her hand, wanting to hug Conan.

Conan's pupils widened suddenly, and he took a step back. "What, what did you say?"

"What exactly did that man do to you?" Kudo Yusaku was also completely confused.

Yukiko Kudo blinked and explained the other person's reasoning.

After hearing this, Yusaku Kudo's lips twitched slightly.

"How could that be? I am Shinichi!" Conan explained with a distorted expression, recounting his childhood experiences. "Besides, even if it were true, how could I have a child when I was ten years old?"

“Shinichi is right…” Yusaku Kudo nodded. “Although the other party’s reasoning is reasonable, it doesn’t make sense…”

"Then...this was just a misunderstanding?" Yukiko Kudo stood there, seemingly still not having recovered from the shock.

Good grief, the toy in this game was supposed to be Conan, but who would have thought that the toy would actually be them?

Yusaku Kudo was moved by Conan's filial piety.

Yukiko was locked in a small room by Shigeo Fushiguro and fed strange things.

"So!" Conan looked at his parents in disbelief, "you went to all this trouble to put on a show for my safety, and you almost revealed my identity to someone unrelated?"

Yusaku Kudo felt a faint stinging pain in one eye, glanced at Conan, and said, "...It wasn't all for nothing. At least I learned something about your interpersonal relationships, and you even dared to defy members of the organization."

And... it further confirms your recklessness; you could have escaped even if the attack had been successful.

She came back to get the medicine and kicked him twice.

Good heavens, if it weren't for the knife, Conan would have killed his father on the spot.

"By the way, what kind of person is this Mr. Fushiguro?" Yukiko Kudo asked, still somewhat concerned.

Having worked in the entertainment industry, she had seen all sorts of people, but this was the first time she had ever met someone with that kind of temperament and expression, which made her somewhat curious.

"Shen'ergege..." Conan thought back, "He's someone kind-hearted, with some personality flaws, incredibly skilled at deduction, very strong in combat, ruthless towards criminals, and someone who likes to care but doesn't know how to express it..."

At this point, Conan let out a deep breath. "You guys really can't do this again next time. It's dangerous, you know? Maybe it's because of what happened to Shinobu that he hates criminals. If he hadn't confessed his identity, the consequences would have been terrible!"

"So that's how it is..." Kudo Yukiko suddenly remembered the scar on the other person's lip.

It seems... he's someone with a tragic past.

She was a happy person, but she knew very well that for every person who was happy, there was a person who was unhappy.

Is there anyone who has had a tragic past but still takes care of others?

If that reasoning is based on his real experiences...

Yukiko clutched her chest; for some reason, her heart ached terribly.

If given the chance, she would also like to give the other person a warm hug.

Yusaku Kudo frowned.

He had a hunch that if he didn't reveal his identity, he might really die.

Those pupils held not a trace of emotion; though brimming with human vitality, they unconsciously evoked a chilling sense of winter.

But... something just feels off.

hiss...

Before he could think too much, his eyes started hurting again.

You need to go to the hospital for a check-up as soon as possible.

.........

night...

The Porsche 356A was parked near a park.

"Snoring...snoring..."

The snoring was loud, and Gin's dark green pupils slowly lifted.

In the rearview mirror, Vodka, wearing sunglasses, was sleeping comfortably against the back of his chair.

He had originally planned to rest for a while.

However, as an assassin, he was already a light sleeper, and the vodka made him snore too loudly.

This caused him to have trouble sleeping.

Moreover, and more importantly, he had a bit of a headache.

As a tool, he doesn't seem to get tired except for doing missions like 007, but recently he really feels mentally exhausted.

Over the course of a whole month, the tasks piled up... he barely stopped working.

Gin, feeling a little dizzy, took a cigarette out of his pocket, opened the window, lit it, and looked at the moon outside.

"Cough cough..." Vodka seemed to smell the smoke, wrinkled his nose, and turned over.

Gin glanced at it coldly, then stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray after taking a puff.

Recently, we have been devising a plan regarding the Yotsubi Group, specifically to execute one of their figures who is preparing to enter the political arena.

Shigeto Yotsuji plays an extremely important role in the Yotsuji Group.

After executing him, the Yotsubi Group will be easier to deal with.

However... my own condition.

After thinking for a while, Gin called Fukushiro.