Yuji Kudo, the manga artist behind Detective Conan.

"Hey, this is really..."

After hearing a loud noise upstairs, Belmod took a few steps up the stairs. Looking at Yuji who was unconscious on the ground and Xiaolan whose fists were smoking, he sat down holding the table.

"Did he make you angry again?"

"Again! Miss Chris really knows his character." Xiaolan snorted and sat on the cushion. Thinking that the boy was still lying on the cold ground, she put a soft cushion under Yuji's head.

"Always do those dangerous things alone. This guy and Shinichi are really brothers." Xiaolan turned her eyes to Yuuji on the ground and slapped her buttocks in the skirt.

Just pretend that you can't see it, it's the kid who is looking for it anyway. Picking up the chopsticks, Belmod picked up a piece of cold soy sauce tofu and asked doubtfully: "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

"I don't know either, but I still want to thank you." Xiaolan looked at Belmod generously: "If it weren't for these things, I wouldn't know what happened to Shinichi at all, and I would still be confused."

It seemed that she didn't want to talk about these embarrassing things. Chris held her chopsticks in her mouth and stopped mentioning them.

"This piece of tofu tastes weird. It seems like you didn't buy it from the tofu shop downstairs?"

"Yeah." Xiaolan also took a bite: she felt it was not as delicious as the Fujiwara's. "When I went to buy groceries, Teacher Sayuri from the tofu shop downstairs said they didn't sell tofu today, so I bought it at the supermarket next door. Quickly pack tofu.”

"Not selling today?"

When it came to people in the organization, Chris' expression suddenly became strange. After Xiaolan felt hair on her body, she realized that she had failed to control her momentum, so she smiled and said: "You eat first, I'll go downstairs to take a look." look."

That Mr. Fujiwara was probably the one who called Yuji in the toilet. It sounded like he had some issues with the bombers. From the look on his face, it was because of the bomb...

Xiaolan slowly put down her chopsticks and guessed Fujiwara's identity according to the reasoning method that Shinichi had taught her piecemeal before.

Miss Chris did not hide her familiarity with him at all, so Mr. Fujiwara should be one of the members of the organization who turned Shinichi into Conan.

[Probably it’s because of previous fights and enmities. ] "Speaking of which, it's time for you to wake up. I didn't use much strength." Xiaolan pushed Yuji.

"I haven't had such a solid sleep in a long time, even though it was only for ten minutes."

Yuji stretched, opened his eyes and saw Xiaolan close to him, and was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

"Who is Mr. Fujiwara? You brought him back from Gunma Prefecture, right?" Xiaolan thought of Machiko who stopped her father, herself and Conan on the road to Kanagawa Prefecture that night.

"He is just a poor man who was injured by the bomb." Yuji felt something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking, so he changed his words: "No, it's just a pity, maybe not pitiful."

"Pity but not pitiful?"

Xiaolan held her head against the ceiling thoughtfully, and suddenly looked towards the door with Yuji.

"Miss Chris, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just saw that woman drinking water. I was a little thirsty after eating soy sauce tofu, so I drank some."

I don't know why, but she's getting hotter and hotter now.

Feeling that Belmod was in a bad mood, Yuuji stood up and was about to help him when Chris pushed him away.

"Do not touch me."

He staggered into Xiaolan's room, stared at the two people in the living room, and walked towards the door of the room with Xiaolan. Suddenly he heard the sound of a motor vibrating, and Yuji pinched his chin.

"It's strange..." (End of chapter)