The world of science is unscientific

Yusuke Suzuki stepped on the gas, and the steering wheel in his hand turned accordingly, guiding the car around the bend. Since Ai Haibara had something to do, he might as well go to Base 4.

Gin always subtly mocks his lack of skill and tells him to go to the base more often. Today, he's going to see if the training there is as formal as that in Hawaii.

After dropping Ai Haibara off, he went back to his apartment.

Walk to the elevator.

Are there guests?

The elevator is currently stopped on the 22nd floor.

This is the floor of his apartment building.

He had no neighbors on his floor, and no residents upstairs or downstairs.

Is it Tooru Amuro?

Yusuke Suzuki turned his head and used the reflection to look at the fingerprint on the elevator button; there was a blurry mark.

This suggests that the person who pressed the elevator button last was likely wearing gloves.

Amuro Tooru doesn't have this habit; he usually presses the area before wiping it.

Yusuke Suzuki always uses his bent index finger and knuckle to press the buttons. If the movement is quick, a discerning observer will notice that he is pressing with his index finger.

Who could this be?

After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the elevator button, then leaned against the wall and waited quietly for the elevator to come down.

A few breaths later, the elevator doors opened, but no breathing was heard.

Nobody's here; that guy's still upstairs.

Perhaps I'll stand at the elevator entrance on the 22nd floor with a gun in hand, or perhaps I'll stand in front of his house waiting for him to come home.

These are two completely different attitudes.

Yusuke Suzuki stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the 19th floor, and then squatted down.

It's always good to be on the safe side.

As the elevator ascended, his muscles were poised to engage.

Upon arrival, the door opened, but no one was there.

hold on.

As the elevator doors were about to close automatically, Yusuke Suzuki pressed the open button and quickly peeked outside.

no one.

He left immediately, keeping his footsteps low as he walked to the stairwell and began to go upstairs.

He was very careful throughout.

After all, this was the first time we had encountered such a situation.

Very few people would likely come to his house, and none of them are accustomed to wearing gloves.

Soon, Yusuke Suzuki reached the 21st floor.

Still no trace of anyone was found.

Suddenly, the elevator started moving.

He waited a moment, and the elevator noise quickly disappeared.

Upward.

22th floor!

seduce?

This was Yusuke Suzuki's subconscious reaction, but he still decided to take a look.

Half a flight of stairs, the distance of two steps.

To be on the safe side, he chose to go in four steps, so that he could do it without making any noise.

Even so, he arrived in just about two seconds.

Peeking in, I saw the elevator doors slowly closing.

Yusuke Suzuki subconsciously looked at the metal mirror directly in front of the elevator door.

That silhouette...

My heart started racing instantly.

too familiar.

Belmode!

You dare to come to my house and camp out?!

Yusuke Suzuki turned around and jumped down the stairs, grabbing the handrail with one hand to change his direction of movement, each step covering half a floor.

The elevator is definitely not as fast as him.

He went down ten floors in one go, then rushed to the elevator. When he saw that the elevator had just reached the 15th floor, he frantically pressed the down button.

Interception successful!

I've finally caught you, Vermouth. What are you going to do now?

Yusuke Suzuki felt inexplicably anxious. His right fist was already clenched. As soon as the elevator door opened, this punch would definitely incapacitate Vermouth instantly.

It was only a three-story wait, but to him, every second felt like an eternity.

In that instant, he had even decided where to bury the other person.

Yusuke Suzuki had already thought it through. Vermouth was a mysterious woman whose whereabouts were unknown. Even if she suddenly died, it wouldn't attract that gentleman's attention very quickly.

Not to mention the current situation, once the organization realizes something is wrong, who can say that he did it?

Even if they manage to pin it on him, he can choose not to admit it.

Yusuke Suzuki, who was getting more and more excited, finally waited for the elevator to stop.

The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, but his heart suddenly cooled down.

How could it be Shimizu Reiko!?

Why are you on this floor?

Shimizu Reiko noticed his grim expression and asked somewhat nervously, "What's wrong? Is it...?"

Yusuke Suzuki ignored her words and turned to leave.

Because the clenched fist suddenly loosened, the pure white knuckles on the back of the hand were quickly filled with bright red blood, returning to their normal color.

Chapter 329 The Hidden, Self-Disguised Deep Personality

Yusuke Suzuki wasn't in the mood to talk, but Reiko Shimizu followed him.

The other person grabbed his arm, but after feeling the hardness of his forearm muscles, they let go in surprise.

When the elevator doors opened, she saw Suzuki Yusuke, and her mood changed from depressed to happy, momentarily ignoring the murderous aura that was emanating from him.

She has now come to her senses and is beginning to wonder if she has done something wrong.

But I just wanted to come and chat with him...

Although she chose to leave at the time, the overwhelming longing in her heart led her to return to this land. Joining the organization was not only an opportunity, but also a reason.

Shimizu Reiko suddenly felt very wronged.

Are we not even allowed to get up close and take a look now?

The other person is clearly single, so why won't he accept her?

"Sorry, you've come at a bad time."

Yusuke Suzuki stopped in his tracks. The other person's silence calmed him down considerably, but he still didn't want to say anything more. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible and find a place to be alone.

After saying that, he walked straight to the stairs and slowly descended.

Shimizu Reiko waited silently in front of the elevator until ten minutes later before pressing the button.

On the other side, Yusuke Suzuki drove onto the winding mountain road.

old place.

This time, just like Gin before, he stood in front of the railing, smoking and gazing into the distance.

I stood there until night fell.

Disappointment was one aspect, but more than that, there was a sense of melancholy.

It's no big deal that we didn't catch Vermouth this time. It was an unexpected opportunity, and it was a misunderstanding anyway.

But after reflecting on it, he felt more and more that his inner mental problems were getting worse.

Although his thinking was still meticulous at the time, his mindset and spirit were completely different before and after going upstairs.

After identifying the other person as Vermouth, Yusuke Suzuki's frenzied state was completely that of a different person.

He felt that his psychological problems had really improved in the past few days, but now it seems that he was just subconsciously pretending.

This disguise even fooled himself.

He began to worry that his hidden state might one day hurt Ai Haibara.

So what if she got hurt? She'll definitely forgive herself. Besides, isn't this world inherently unreal...?

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly punched himself in the stomach, forcibly interrupting the thought that had just popped into his head with the pain.

Hey!

He hunched over, clenched his teeth, and suppressed the urge to vomit, but blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Ha, is your self-harming behavior normal?

Another thought flashed through his mind.

Yusuke Suzuki felt his inner rage surging again, and he couldn't help but punch the railing in front of him. The metal instantly dented a large chunk, and the ear-piercing sound echoed through the space.