The world of science is unscientific

It’s over.

The third and last experimental massage chair was designed by Masaki Hiramatsu, the same person who had previously prevented Yusuke Suzuki and his group from entering.

"What the hell is this?"

"Are we going to go and destroy the monster?"

Upon hearing the complaint, Haruo Nakano immediately thought of something similar: "Come to think of it, my son has something like that among his toys."

Yusuke Suzuki stood at the door, watching over things and taking a smoke.

This massage chair is quite futuristic, fully encased in a helmet, and shaped like a cartoon robot.

As the machine started, the sack covering Kogoro Mouri's body began to inflate.

Then the bumbling detective made that suggestive sound again, even more exaggerated than before.

How did it know I wanted to massage that spot?

While enjoying himself, Kogoro Mouri also asked the question that had been on his mind.

"Because this is the biggest feature of AIMS used in this business," Masaki Hiramatsu said with some pride, "the microcomputer sensor will detect the fatigue in the body and then use the most appropriate intensity to massage."

Yusuke Suzuki was somewhat surprised to hear this. Compared to the previous two massage chairs, this was a design from a completely different era.

The microcomputer sensor mentioned by Masaki Hiramatsu can actually 'find' the body's fatigue, and the software program can even control the massager to adapt to the corresponding optimal intensity.

This involves some rather complex issues.

Of course, this is on the premise that Masaki Hiramatsu isn't just spouting nonsense and trying to brainwash his boss.

Kasahara Eigo wanted to find fault and make things difficult for his colleague. "It seems the performance is quite good, but it must have cost a lot to manufacture, right?"

“No,” Masaki Hiramatsu explained, “The new idea is only the computer program; almost everything else uses the existing framework, so the production cost should be less than half of what you developed.”

That one sentence left Kasahara Eigo speechless.

Yusuke Suzuki leaned against the door frame, squinting his eyes.

Computer program...

He suddenly had an idea. This Masaki Hiramatsu looked quite young, and his software development skills seemed pretty good. Why not bring this guy into the organization and make him a happy employee?

Seeing Kogoro Mouri's feedback, Shiro Umetani calmed down and his expression improved considerably, then excused himself to leave.

"Next, I'm going to have a drink and think about which one to mass-produce. Mr. Mori, please enjoy your time."

The president walked past Suzuki Yusuke and gave him a friendly smile.

Sayoulala.

Yusuke Suzuki had already tacitly agreed that this was the last time they would see each other.

Next, we need to verify whether the program is really as good as Masaki Hiramatsu claims.

He went inside, where the bumbling detective was still enjoying himself.

"It's so comfortable that I'm almost falling asleep."

Ran Mouri complained, "Dad, you're getting in the way of everyone's work."

However, none of the three heads of the R&D department are paying attention to this right now; it's already a foregone conclusion which massage chair Shiro Umeya will choose for mass production.

Masaki Hiramatsu was arrogant and left after making his sarcastic remarks.

Seeing that the atmosphere wasn't very harmonious, the bumbling detective got off the massage chair and prepared to leave, even offering some words of comfort to Kasahara Eigo.

To everyone's surprise, this guy pointed at Kogoro Mouri and Yusuke Suzuki and shouted, "It's all your fault! You're the ones who caused this! My product will definitely not pass the president's approval!"

“Calm down, Mr. Kasahara,” Yusuke Suzuki gently pressed down on the other’s hand. “I think our opinions are quite reasonable.”

"you..."

Eigo Kasahara angrily turned and left the scene.

He originally wanted to say a few more words, but the young man put a lot of pressure on him, so he didn't dare to continue causing trouble.

In an instant, the only stranger left in the room was Haruo Nakano, the kind-hearted man who had been behaving very amiably so far.

"Teacher, I'd like to try out this massage chair too."

Yusuke Suzuki didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down on the massage chair.

“You’ll definitely love it,” Kogoro Mouri exclaimed, gesturing excitedly. “It feels absolutely amazing, so incredibly comfortable!”

Lie down and begin.

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly felt as if he were floating on clouds, but he did not feel a strong stimulation, although his body still felt very comfortable.

It felt as if several delicate hands were kneading and massaging his body, moving around and stopping.

The more this happened, the more he believed that Masaki Hiramatsu's software was genuinely good.

Unlike Kogoro Mouri, his young and powerful body showed almost no signs of muscle fatigue.

If the massage chair is used on him like a massage, his opinion of it will actually decrease.

But in reality, the massage chair did detect that his muscles were not tired and chose a gentle, stroking-like pressing method.

Seeing that Suzuki Yusuke didn't show any other reaction besides a relaxed expression, Mouri Kogoro asked curiously, "Yusuke, what exactly are you feeling? Was what I just experienced just an illusion?"

"No, I feel very comfortable. You're overthinking it, teacher."

Soon, the preset massage time ended, and the gas inside the sac instantly dissipated.

After he got up, he felt a little lightheaded, and his muscles seemed to feel much lighter when he moved around.

Yusuke Suzuki has made up his mind; putting everything else aside, he's going to find a way to get this massage chair back.

As for Masaki Hiramatsu, this guy has the makings of a murderer, but it's unclear whether his skill level is worth Suzuki Yusuke getting him out of the police's clutches.

Go and get to know them, but it's not really a good idea.

After all, he not only lacked a deep understanding of software development, but he had also just had a conflict with someone.

If the first impression is bad, it's difficult to have a heart-to-heart talk when you meet one-on-one.

Moreover, he didn't necessarily want to win this person over.

After Suzuki Yusuke finished his experience, he dragged Mouri Ran along to try it out as well.

As a result, the beautiful girl blushed and tried her best not to make a sound.

That was a bit ill-considered.

Yusuke Suzuki secretly turned off the massage chair.

Let Ran Mouri experience this after we get it back to Tokyo. We'll give her her own space then.

Just as he was thinking this, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Conan climbing on the table.

Yusuke Suzuki simply lifted Conan up and put him on the table.

"What do you want to do?"

Conan hesitated for a moment, "I want to see these knives, Yusuke-nii."

"Conan, you can't play pranks..." Ran Mouri walked over, her face still flushed, after straightening her clothes. "These knives are dangerous."

"Indeed, they are all real knives."

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at it and saw that it had almost all the standard-issue knives from various countries and military units, as well as knives from major outdoor brands.

He suddenly wanted to buy a butterfly knife...

Chapter 298 No Cellphone Signal...

The butterfly knife, twirling in my hand, seems rather interesting.

In his previous life, he watched a huge number of videos on butterfly knife tricks when he was very young, and later he also played games that featured butterfly knives.

After he transmigrated, he completely forgot about it.

If I hadn't seen it today, I probably wouldn't have remembered it for a long time.

“These knives are indeed genuine,” Haruo Nakano walked over. “Our company president is a famous knife collector, and our clients know that, so he keeps them in the company as decorations.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and Eigo Kasahara and Masaki Hiramatsu, who had already left, returned.

Following closely behind, Shiro Umetani also walked in.

He's still alive?!

Yusuke Suzuki was somewhat surprised; it didn't make much sense. Based on past experience, once the president was alone and the others were out of sight of Kogoro Mouri and his group, the murder plan was usually about to be carried out.

Once the three were in place, Shiro Umeya announced loudly, "I have made my decision. The AIMS to be mass-produced and sold is the one from the Third Development Department. In addition, I want to merge the First and Second Development Departments into one department."

Upon hearing this, Kasahara Eigo's face darkened, and he hung his head in dejection. Nakano Haruo also seemed a little surprised, and his expression froze.

“Alright, Hiramatsu stays here, everyone else go out. We can talk about it later,” Shiro Umetani said, then looked at Kogoro Mori. “Mr. Mori must be tired too. You can go to the reception center to rest.”

"After work, I definitely want to have a good drink with you."

Is there such a good thing?

Kogoro Mouri was overjoyed when he heard there was alcohol to drink.

After leaving the room, Yusuke Suzuki walked toward the landline, but then changed direction and sat down on the sofa.

Let Kogoro Mouri handle the phone calls.

In this situation, the most likely response will be something like "wait for the fog to clear up," meaning the car problem can't be solved until the case is resolved.

Sure enough, a minute later, Kogoro Mouri silently put down the receiver.

"They said they could only come to repair it after the thick fog cleared."

Ran Mouri nudged the bumbling detective in the stomach with her elbow. "Dad, you must be relieved, right? Now you can drink openly."

They actually saw through me...

Kogoro Mouri wanted to explain, but Ran Mouri didn't bother to listen and went to make coffee for Haruo Nakano.

Go to bed early. The car the teacher rented has broken down again, and the cell phone signal is very poor. They might not be back until tomorrow afternoon.

Sitting in the corner of the sofa, Yusuke Suzuki sent a text message to Ai Haibara. His phone had just received a text message from Ai Haibara despite numerous obstacles.