Conan: The Mechanic

Sitting in front of Fujiwara was Fujiwara's father who was taking a cup of coffee from another maid - at this moment, his expression was not very good-looking.

"Shui Ke?" He moved his body, changed his sitting position, and looked at Fujiwara, who was standing in front of him and didn't intend to give in at all. "You mean, you want to marry that Mizuko Ying?"

"Father, you look like..." Fujiwara nodded, but realized that something was wrong. "Seems to have done a lot of research on her?"

"Do you still need me to investigate her affairs?" Fujiwara's father snorted. "The luxury treasure of the petty bourgeoisie, the supreme treasure that can make every intellectual patron obtain spiritual and physical satisfaction—do you really think she can maintain a pure image in my eyes?"

[This girl... obviously uses a pseudonym, and her whereabouts are also very secretive, and there is not much exposure in real life, how can she be so famous? 】

Fujiwara frowned, because it was a bit beyond his expectations, but he still decided to continue his defense.

"Then what?" He put on an expression of complete indifference. "But on the contrary, she will not be a girl with a young mind, with a light and unburdened family, well-dressed, and a first-class figure-as for the so-called reputation issue, Dad, you seem to be the one who started the bad, right? I I thought the ancestral motto of the Fujiwara family was that unnecessary fame was not needed."

"Well, I know what you mean," Fujiwara's relative didn't refute it, and it seemed that he was not more concerned about the issue of Firefly's name. "Others say it's up to them. The benefits of a first-class babe are only known to a real man who is not old. The happiness of the family is far more important than those rumors in life - after all, ** is* *, business is business, and no one cares about the concept of marriage of the person who sells their goods. However, there are a few things I want to make clear to you."

After hesitating for a moment, Fujiwara's father waved to the maid next to him. "You... go and make dinner arrangements first, and we'll go down to eat in five minutes--set up a seat for that Miss Hotaru, just sit next to Fujiwara."

The maid seemed a little surprised, but she left the room without hesitation after bowing to both father and son.

And when she left, Fujiwara's father spoke up.

"How much do you know about Yingying's family?"

[Hotfire this child], this title surprised Fujiwara in the bottom of his heart.

This title is not so much a girl that only Fujiwara is familiar with, but a [Junior] that his father is also familiar with.

After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly gave an answer.

"Uh... I don't know much about his family - his brother was from the Police Department, but he was dead. Besides, there should be no relatives in her family."

"Well, she definitely has no living relatives," Fujiwara's father nodded, and then asked a question that made Fujiwara feel a little chilly on his back. "But, do you know her mother?"

Firefly's mother?

"Could it be, you..." After just spitting out these words, Fujiwara no longer knew what to say.

"Well," his father nodded directly. "Of course I know her mother - that's the first thing I'm going to tell you

"Her mother was my lover, and she was my daughter—of course, she didn't know that."

"Uh..." Fujiwara's brows jumped. "Father, are you serious? Or do you just think Hotaru doesn't meet your requirements, so I'm making a joke?"

"I have obtained her genetic sample from a special channel, and the comparison result is a match, so although I really don't think she meets my expectations, I am still serious." Fujiwara's father seemed very indifferent. "Of course, you're married, so the decision is yours. I just wanted to remind you that your union is dangerous according to your medical terms. If you can circumvent this, I'd be happy to see my company get out of the way. The illegitimate daughter lawsuit is divided into two."

"Just because we get married doesn't mean that I need to have a child with her," Fujiwara seemed even more indifferent to this question. "Since she is my half-sister, there is no need for her to [inherit the bloodline]. In fact, considering the damage to her body shape, she herself has no plans to give birth by herself. Therefore, I can share with others. It's not a big deal for a woman to have a child together and bring it back for her to raise."

"..." Fujiwara's father was obviously not so avant-garde yet. "Uh, this... Forget it, you young people's business, let you young people solve it yourself. But the second question, this matter has something to do with me. There is something I need to say hello to you in advance. Don't dismantle my desk.

"Her mother, I arranged for the car accident to kill her - if she has the idea of ​​pursuing this matter, you can't help, and finally find me out."

"..." Fujiwara was silent again-although he always knew that his father was a very shrewd person~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the news he disclosed today really made him feel that even [Unpredictable] was not enough. describe.

"Can I ask why?" In the end, he only spit out this question.

"That child is a spy of the National Police Agency. You already know that." Fujiwara's father stood up and moved his muscles. "Do you want to guess why she was selected by the Police Department?"

Fujiwara's comprehension is still as high as ever, so the answer does not need to be conveyed by his father himself.

Hotaru's mother is also a spy of the National Police Agency, and after she was exposed, she was personally arranged to another world by the angry Fujiwara's father.

And the appearance of Amuro Toru, the "elder brother", is only to train the water scientist to be a loyal and loyal family.

If so, does this mean that...

"Father, please forgive me," he also stood up and looked at his father. "Do you also know anything about the company I work with...?"

"Oh, your kid finally remembered to ask me?" His father just looked at him half-smile. "Don't you think that just because you are a fool, you can become Belmod's favorite subordinate in junior high school?"

Fujiwara's expression twitched, but in the end he just shook his head with a wry smile.

"Seriously," Fujiwara sighed as he followed behind his father. "Sometimes, I really wonder, how big is the organization?"

"The organization has been pursuing more opportunities for the light," his father walked ahead of him without looking back. "So...if there is a day when the organization can represent the well-being of the vast majority of Japanese citizens, that day will really come."