The world of science is unscientific

The fact that the other party chose to contact him instead of Conan means that, in Shuichi Akai's eyes, Conan can only be considered his representative.

Unfortunately, Eisuke Hondo's hair is with Conan.

Why don't we do the gene sequencing ourselves?

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly had an idea, and after replying to Shuichi Akai, he called Conan.

Conan has already left Beika Town with the bumbling detective and Ran, leaving him to go to the agency to retrieve it himself.

Although Eri Kisaki is still at home, it doesn't have much of an impact.

Having made up his mind, Yusuke Suzuki immediately went out.

Upon arriving at the detective agency, he feigned surprise and asked, "Have the teachers already left?"

Eri Kisaki wore a light blue loungewear dress, her hair was pulled up as usual, and her gold-rimmed glasses added to her mature charm.

She led Suzuki Yusuke inside, equally curious, "Yusuke, didn't you say you didn't have time? Why are you here now?"

"Suddenly I think it would be better to go and see what Phantom Thief Kid is planning this time."

Yusuke Suzuki casually explained, "But since the teacher has already set off, then let's leave it at that."

He sat down on the sofa and asked, "Are you taking a break today, Madam?"

“No,” Eri Kisaki shook her head, “I also have to go out later. There are a lot of cases and lawsuits lately. Although I’ve turned down some, I’m still too busy. I only have half a day off today.”

"Then I won't bother you."

Yusuke Suzuki finished his tea in one gulp, then got up to take his leave.

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back as if he remembered something. "Oh, right, Madam, may I go to Conan's room for a moment? He asked me to buy him a sequel to a detective novel last time, but I forgot the title."

"It's alright, go ahead." Eri Kisaki didn't think much of it at all. "That Conan kid really likes detective novels."

As he walked, Yusuke Suzuki replied, "Yes, he's read almost every novel available on the market."

After obtaining the hair, he didn't linger any longer, formally took his leave, and headed to Beika to meet Shuichi Akai.

This guy made it seem like an underground transaction, putting the items in a temporary locker at the supermarket and letting Yusuke Suzuki retrieve them himself.

So, is the other party currently unable to move freely within the FBI?

Yusuke Suzuki felt that Shuichi Akai was being a bit too cautious.

There was also a strand of hair in the locker.

I wonder what Rena Mizunashi was thinking when her hair was pulled out.

Without knowing Eisuke Hondo, Rena Mizunashi could only speculate that the FBI wanted to confirm her identity through genetic comparison.

Now Suzuki Yusuke could simply throw away both sections of hair, since he already knew the outcome.

But now, just like a little boy playing a game, if there's an opportunity to try out new technology, there's no reason not to give it a shot.

Chapter 908 Teaching Chianti a Lesson

Time flies and it's night.

It takes some time to do genetic testing.

However, since Yusuke Suzuki did it himself, we should be able to see the results around tomorrow morning.

That would be interesting if the test results showed a difference.

Yusuke Suzuki's thoughts wandered for a moment, then he chuckled, shook his head, and turned to look at the plant shell.

During this visit, he also conducted some small experiments, leaving only a few small wounds.

The reactions of a living body are completely different from those of a corpse.

To be honest, any scientist who wants to conduct human experiments would be very fond of plant shells.

After inspecting the plant shells, Yusuke Suzuki looked at Akemi Miyano.

Compared to plant-based shellfish, it really feels a bit hopeless.

But we should still make the necessary attempts.

He is now touching a taboo related to life and death.

Yusuke Suzuki's requirements for himself are very simple: just don't go to the level of an old idiot like Deng.

Life and death were not that important to him; it was enough to live a peaceful life.

Living too long isn't a good thing either.

In any case, there are only a few things in this world that are worth cherishing.

"Next time you come here, I'm going to use a knife on you. I hope you won't mind."

After a long silence, Yusuke Suzuki muttered something and then left the laboratory.

Outside, the Milky Way hangs high in the sky, and the night is deep.

The fragrance of grass and trees carried by the evening breeze became even more pungent due to the chill in the air.

I wonder how my little brother is doing now.

Yusuke Suzuki wasn't very interested in the incident, so he didn't go.

It's very uncomfortable to feel like he's the one solving the cases several times in a row.

It's like turning away from your original self.

Go home...

Yusuke Suzuki stubbed out and threw away the cigarette he had just lit, then drove away.

I had just arrived at the foot of the mountain when Gin sent me an email.

This is quite unusual, as the other party hasn't contacted him for a long time.

I guess they want to confirm the next course of action with him.

It could be something else, like a new mandatory task.

After thinking it over, Suzuki Yusuke realized that he didn't seem to have any reason to refuse, so he changed his route and headed towards the base.

Two hours later.

Yusuke Suzuki finally arrived at Base 4.

It's almost midnight now.

The people working at the distillery are all night owls; it's practically considered normal working hours now.

Upon arriving at the lounge, I found that everyone was present.

Gin, Chianti, Cohen, and vodka are all there.

"Wei Que, can you move a little faster? Is it really fun to keep us waiting like this?"

Upon seeing him enter, Chianti spat, looking extremely impatient.

Yusuke Suzuki raised an eyebrow slightly.

The woman had treated me fairly well before; although not intimately, we were at least companions.

Because she had 'reconciled' with Vermouth and even did missions together, and their relationship was quite close, her anger towards Vermouth naturally spilled over onto herself.

Sorry, we're not that close, I won't indulge you.

Yusuke Suzuki continued walking straight toward Chianti without stopping.

As soon as he got close, his right hand swiftly rose and launched an attack on the other's throat.

It wasn't exactly an attack, but rather a deterrent.

The movement was so fast that Chianti had no chance to react.

By the time she realized something was wrong, her body had already been lifted into the air while still pressed against the wall.

My throat feels tight, and I can't breathe at all!

Chianti tried to pry open the iron clamp-like restraints with her hands, but she couldn't budge them no matter what she did.

"Chianti, your conflict with Vermouth shouldn't have anything to do with me."

Yusuke Suzuki lit a cigarette with one hand when he had a moment to spare. The slightly bluish smoke swirled around his face, which was carrying a hint of a smile, under the white light.

Cohen, who was standing nearby, said he was startled and wanted to help, but he stopped himself with a single look from Cohen.

"That's enough. It was just a small grumble. You're overreacting."

At this moment, Gin spoke with a cold expression.

After all, it had been a while since we'd met, and things had been peaceful.

Yusuke Suzuki didn't mind giving Gin face.

He abruptly released his right hand, then sat down next to Gin, casually crossing his legs.

The meaning is already obvious.

Who do you think you are, Chianti, to yell at me like that?

But a madwoman is a madwoman; her gaze toward Suzuki Yusuke still held a hint of resentment.

"The information provided by Vermouth is very clear: Kiel is being hidden by the FBI in Beihu Central Hospital."

Gin ignored Chianti and said to himself, "The organization's next actions will all revolve around this point."

"This is just a heads-up for you."

His cold eyes swept over everyone present. "I don't want any more mishaps in this operation."

"If problems arise, none of the people who resort to underhanded tactics will escape punishment."

"I will make these filthy rats experience the most agonizing hellish journey."

Yusuke Suzuki flicked away his cigarette ash and said sarcastically in a low voice, "So angry? It seems the last operation left you with a lot of trauma."

But this time Gin didn't argue with him. Instead, he nodded, his eyes deep and dangerous.

"Indeed, just like the wound Kiel left on that undercover agent, it was so deep that the bone was visible."