The world of science is unscientific

Oh right, before that, let's take care of the mud god.

This is what they mean by "a word once spoken cannot be taken back."

Chapter 877 will be updated first, more will follow.

In a flash, another three days passed.

During this time, no one disturbed Suzuki Yusuke, and even Numabuchi Kiichiro was told not to bother him.

Staying in the study, the turning pages of the book press time back little by little.

"We need to get a new batch of books..."

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at the book's conclusion casually, then closed it completely, leaned back in his chair, and stretched.

He read quite a lot of books last time, but he read them very quickly.

With his exceptional memory and comprehension, he was truly unstoppable when it came to learning.

He said long ago that Conan was right to think he was wasting his talent, and that he was wasting far more talent and time than Conan imagined.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Character determines fate.

This statement is absolutely true for Yusuke Suzuki.

Since his transmigration, he has had many ambitious aspirations, but they have mostly been extinguished by laziness.

He wouldn't make a single effort unless it was absolutely necessary.

Things have improved somewhat now.

But this was only because he desperately wanted to revive Miyano Akemi.

"How long will I remain depressed after this is over?"

The dappled sunlight filtering through Yusuke Suzuki's eyelashes was slightly dazzling.

After a long silence, he sighed deeply and slowly stood up.

Perhaps only when things spiral completely out of control can he truly become nervous.

Walk out of the study.

Numabuchi Kiichiro, who was in the living room, was somewhat surprised and quickly stood up. "Boss, why are you out so early?"

Yusuke Suzuki looked up at him and asked, "How many days has passed?"

"Hmm... only 17 days." Numabuchi Kiichiro thought for a moment and gave a number, then scratched the back of his head, "The previous times you studied for more than a month before you came out."

Yusuke Suzuki's expression remained unchanged despite hearing this outrageous statement.

But he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

After all this time, aren't you worried at all that I might starve to death inside?

One meal is delivered per day.

From the other person's perspective, on average, they eat about once every 5 days.

Perhaps I'm not a normal person in Numabuchi Kiichiro's eyes either.

Yusuke Suzuki didn't want to argue; he just wanted to go back to his room and get some rest.

He had just taken a step when he turned back and went to the monitoring room.

The image on the screen didn't change much.

The plant shell was still lying there perfectly fine.

Because she has a full range of life support equipment, her body is now recovering much better than before.

Even from the perspective of Kiichiro Numabuchi.

In just half a month, all the large wounds left on the plant shell due to the surgery have completely healed.

I just don't know if the liver has healed yet.

It seems like there shouldn't be any problem.

After all, the liver itself is an organ with a very strong self-repairing ability.

Yusuke Suzuki carefully checked the details of the room's furnishings, and only left after confirming that there was nothing amiss, returning to his apartment next door.

When I woke up again, it was almost 4 p.m.

This was also because the phone's vibration was too annoying; otherwise, he felt that sleeping until night wouldn't be a problem.

As Yusuke Suzuki reached for his phone, he couldn't help but wonder who was making the call.

Open your eyes.

Chris Jean.

Is the operation about to begin?

He hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Hondo?"

This voice wasn't the other person's own; it seemed Chris Jean had already sent several emails before he woke up.

Yusuke Suzuki rubbed his temples, but his voice still betrayed his weariness. "It's me. Shall we set off now?"

The voice on the other end of the phone changed instantly.

"Oh dear, it seems I have disturbed your rest, young master. The time can be extended by another day, it's alright."

Yusuke Suzuki relaxed his shoulders and neck as he moved, and replied, "No need, let's proceed according to your plan."

“Alright then,” Chris Jean shrugged over the phone. “Tori-cho 3-chome, Gravity Bar, I’ll head over and wait for you.”

Yusuke Suzuki clicked his tongue lightly. "Let's go somewhere else. I don't want to go to a noisy place right now."

Chris Chin sighed, "Fine, fine, then you tell me where to go."

Yusuke Suzuki: "You choose."

Chris Jean: "..."

After a silence of about half a minute.

Yusuke Suzuki hung up the phone and got out of bed.

The other party chose the most ordinary train station street.

There are many people there, making it easy to blend into the crowd and escape.

There is clearly some misunderstanding here.

His behavior, tone of voice, and pickiness about the location made Chris Jean sense a bit of danger.

However, Yusuke Suzuki was not keen to explain this.

Anyway, this misunderstanding will disappear after he gets there.

As usual, I take a shower first, then go downstairs and take a taxi to leave the community.

After disguising himself, he drove the black Mazda.

Toriya Town is where Rena Mizunashi was arrested last time.

It's not far; it only takes about 40 minutes by car if you drive fast.

After arriving at the station.

Yusuke Suzuki glanced around but didn't see Chris Jean, or even a figure that resembled her.

That's being overly cautious.

He took out his phone and sent an email to the other party.

[Just for myself.]

A reply came quickly.

Yes, yes, I'll be right out, we're almost at the station.

Yusuke Suzuki was completely stunned.

So you came by tram?

Where's your little motorcycle? Did it explode?

Yusuke Suzuki didn't know what to think for a moment, so he simply took out a cigarette from the storage compartment and lit it.

This is the only thing I can do to kill time when I'm just bored.

Another ten minutes passed before Chris Chin finally reached the car.

‘Dong dong~’

The car door unlocks.

Chris Chin opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

The weather was a bit dry today, so the faint, slightly damp fragrance emanating from her body became even more pronounced on Suzuki Yusuke.

"I'm not wearing perfume today."

Chris Jean noticed the slight tremor of Suzuki Yusuke's nostrils, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned closer and said in a teasing tone, "You're very sensitive to the smell of my body."

"It's just that my nose is a little dry."

Yusuke Suzuki would not say that he is sensitive to any smell.

Even if the context is a little ambiguous, he doesn't want to expose too much of the uniqueness of his physical functions.

Upon hearing this, Chris Jean's smile did not diminish in the slightest.

She was even happier.

It's great to have a good mood right from the start.

For her, winning over Suzuki Yusuke was a highly desirable and priority task.