The world of science is unscientific

Is it of any reference value?

Ignoring the young man's unreliable question, Anthony smiled and said, "Mr. Jirokichi, now that you've experienced the game, I think you should go back and rest. It's getting late."

“I haven’t even tried it yet,” Jirokichi Suzuki said, pulling a disclaimer from his pocket. “Look carefully, I’m going to have the family sign it now, so you can’t keep refusing me.”

Yusuke Suzuki: "..."

Now he finally understood. So the old man had tricked him into coming here just to sign a disclaimer?

It was well hidden; he hadn't expected it beforehand.

His father's tone left no room for refusal, and his words almost implied that he would sign autographs, showing that he was determined to give it a try.

Yusuke Suzuki didn't hesitate for long and signed it immediately.

Two hours later, Jirokichi Suzuki successfully stole the island's treasure, followed the man with the mustache on a boat off the island, and after a six-hour adventure, finally cleared the game.

Anthony had already said goodbye and left to go to sleep, while Yusuke Suzuki stayed by his father's side until he emerged from his 'cocoon' before they went home together.

Chapter 127 Why has this place suddenly become so strange?

The following day, Yusuke Suzuki received an international call from Shin Tamura, who exclaimed that his boss was awesome.

He asked carefully and learned that Mai Kuraki and Miho Komatsu had already gone to EW Company, signed the contract, and spent a lot of money, but it was worth it.

Compared to the new generation of singers cultivated by the company itself, these two young ladies already have a large existing fan base.

EW Company already has a very good reputation, and in the eyes of its fans, this move can be seen as a powerful alliance.

Yusuke Suzuki directly instructed Shin Tamura to quickly schedule the new album and give the long-dormant Japanese music scene a big surprise.

As for New York, his business was already settled; after all, it was just a matter of signing a document.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to see Yusaku Kudo this time. The last time we met was on the Hokutosei No. 3 train, and we only exchanged nods.

He respected Yusaku Kudo, the detective novelist, and it was quite necessary to cultivate a good relationship with him.

In the afternoon, Jirokichi Suzuki implied that he should get out of here, which made him very unhappy, so he simply flew to England again.

The original owner had spent most of her time in England, and upon setting foot on London soil, a wave of familiarity washed over her.

Yusuke Suzuki didn't linger and went straight home.

This house, or rather the manor, doesn't show many signs of age. After all, the old butler still lives there, and the two maids haven't left either. They only need to clean the rooms regularly.

Old Morse paused for a moment when he saw him standing in the doorway. Beneath his monocle, a bright blue eye was set in a slightly sunken eye socket.

"Master, why are you back?"

Upon entering the front yard, Yusuke Suzuki greeted him with a smile. Morse, holding a coffee cup, was probably just out for a stroll.

“I came back temporarily without telling you beforehand,” he said, stretching somewhat ungracefully and giving the old butler a hug.

In fact, the person who accompanied the original owner the longest was this old butler. Having inherited his memories, he now feels a sense of familiarity when he looks at Morse.

Soon, two girls with flaxen hair leaned out of the second-floor window and exclaimed with delight, "Young Master, you're back!"

"Wendy, Dale."

Yusuke Suzuki greeted him with a smile as usual, and the old butler patted him heavily on the shoulder, his white beard trembling.

Soon, Wendy and Dale had prepared afternoon tea, and the two of them surrounded him like nightingales, constantly asking about his experiences during this time.

Both girls were two years younger than him, sisters, both parents had passed away, and their grandparents had gone to the Netherlands years ago and had been out of contact with him ever since.

So Morse brought them over as maids, and Suzuki Yusuke's original self was naturally more than willing, since the first two nannies were both old and had a generation gap with him.

He felt like he had been back in Japan for a long time, but to Morse and her two sisters, it had only been a few months.

After afternoon tea, Yusuke Suzuki returned to his room.

Neat and clean, with a photograph on the bedside table. He picked it up and saw it was a picture of his mother.

A gentle and cheerful woman, regardless of whether her relationship with Suzuki Jirokichi, who was over forty at the time, was based on love or money, she was at least a competent mother before her death.

He actually has very few memories of his mother, but he still wants to cry when he sees her picture.

Was the original owner of this body really dead?

Not entirely. At least his memories remain and continue to influence Suzuki Yusuke to this day. Perhaps this is another form of existence.

“Young Master, I have carefully organized all of Madam’s photos,” said Dale, who had light green eyes. She looked at Suzuki Yusuke with a somewhat somber expression. “Would you like to take a look?”

“No need,” Yusuke Suzuki put the photo frame back in its place. “Where’s Wendy?”

“She went out shopping,” Dale’s tone brightened. “We’ve learned so many new dishes lately.”

"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

Yusuke Suzuki smiled slightly and led Dale away.

There were many rooms, large and empty, with a mix of white wood and gilded yellow, giving it an air of nobility, but lacking a human touch. Fortunately, there were three people accompanying the original owner of this body, otherwise, he would probably have gone crazy.

After dinner, Morse found Yusuke Suzuki enjoying the breeze in the garden; he had already changed into his butler's uniform.

"Young Master, how long will you be staying this time?"

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Yusuke Suzuki said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. “Don’t worry about me, I just came back to see you all.”

"By the way, has anything strange happened around here since I left England?"

Suddenly, Suzuki Yusuke realized that since the organization had investigated his background, they must have focused their efforts in England, digging into his past life trajectory.

“About a month ago, a few people came to visit,” Morse recalled. “They were all dressed in black, which gave off a bad vibe. Wendy and Dale were both frightened.”

"What did they say?"

Yusuke Suzuki sat up straight. "Is the organization really being so blatant? Are they really going to do a home visit?"

"I just asked if you were home, and then I stood outside for a long time," Morse said with an "oh." "There was also an older man who seemed to have one eye that couldn't move freely, which gave me a strange feeling."

Rum!?

Now Suzuki Yusuke was even more confused. Was it real? Rum himself had stood at his door for ages?

What picture?

Recalling what that gentleman had said to him last time, Yusuke Suzuki frowned.

Previously, when Ran Mouri had amnesia, he contacted the Boss in the bathroom. The Boss only asked him what he wanted to join the organization and said one sentence: "We are the same kind of people."

At the time, he thought it was just a simple way to win people over, but now, looking back, it probably has a deeper meaning.

He had said at the time that he lacked nothing and hoped to gain a higher position in the organization. Then, he took over Itakura Taku’s mission from Vermouth.

Once the matter in Nishitama City was resolved, Gin never again proactively sought him out for missions.

I used to think that I was still being suspected, but now I realize that the organization is trying its best to give me authority and freedom.

Yusuke Suzuki felt a chill run down his spine as his cigarette quickly burned to the end.

"Master!"

Just then, Wendy came running over, her maid's skirt trailing behind her. "There was a beautiful blonde woman standing outside the door for a long time. Was she looking for you?"

Belmode?

Yusuke Suzuki immediately thought of that woman, but then he realized that his trip to England was impromptu. Even if someone was monitoring him and hadn't been discovered, Vermouth wouldn't have come all the way to England herself.

Holy crap, what's going on? All sorts of weird things are happening in Britain.

He got up and went straight to the courtyard, but the iron gate was empty.

"Huh?" Wendy tilted her head. "It seems she's left."

No, I have to leave tomorrow. This place looks eerie. Suzuki Yusuke went straight to his room to take a shower and go to sleep.

Chapter 128 Yuan Tai is being chased?

The next morning, Yusuke Suzuki boarded a plane back to Japan.

After returning to Tokyo, it took me two more days to completely adjust to the time difference before I could finally return to normal life.

Yesterday, Shimabukuro Kimie also returned. She stayed at his place for one night and then completely transformed into Nakamiya Ayami.

Today she moved into an apartment that Suzuki Yusuke had asked Tamura Shin to help him buy. It wasn't high-end, but it was still quite nice, and it wasn't far from where he lived.

Now that he had bought the house, Yusuke Suzuki decided to order a car for him as well.

He's still very concerned about things in Britain, and asking that gentleman directly probably won't yield any results.

In the afternoon, he drove to Teitan Elementary School right on time, intending to pick up Ai Haibara from school, but she didn't show up.

He called Professor Agasa; Ai Haibara didn't ask for leave today either.

What about that person?

Yusuke Suzuki was a little dizzy. Could it be that the Junior Detective League had received a request?

No, it seems that buying Ai Haibara a cell phone is imperative. After waiting for about half an hour, he drove off to buy the phone.

As he was leaving the store, he suddenly spotted the Junior Detective Club right across the street.

He glanced at it, then crossed the road, only to find a huge 'R' signboard falling down, right beneath the five children.

Yusuke Suzuki didn't even bother to scare the group anymore. He took a running start and kicked the billboard away with a single blow.

"Yusuke-nii-san!?"

As pedestrians gradually gathered around, he simply led a few children out of the crowd.

He only learned after talking to him that someone was actually hunting down Yuan Tai.

“Not necessarily,” Mitsuhiko still thought it was unlikely that someone would chase after a child. “I think it must be that the screws were old that caused the billboard to fall down.”

"Genta, you must be having a really bad year."

Ayumi chimed in, "Genta, you need to find someone to help you get rid of bad luck."

“No, it’s not a coincidence or bad luck,” Conan said, hands in his pockets. “I checked before I left, and the billboard’s power line had been deliberately cut, just to make sure the billboard would fall down.”

"And I remember that was the Kamen Rider vending machine that Genta would go to see every time he got out of school," Ai Haibara recalled. "The other party had a clear target."

Seeing that Genta was still sighing, Suzuki Yusuke gently patted his head and said, "Hurry up and tell me everything you know."