In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 69 Ah~ Sherry!

and many more.

Something seems off?

Although he inherited Cecilia's memories, Mason hadn't really fought much. His close-quarters battle with Mystique was a one-sided beating—in terms of physical strength, he might have even been better than her, but he ended up losing an arm after just two exchanges. That's the difference in skill.

However, just now, he had accurately grasped the attack trajectory of a knife-wielding assailant and even easily subdued him.

Is this a play I could pull off at my skill level?

It's as if—after coming into this world, one's physical coordination has greatly improved.

Mason immediately began to make many connections to this phenomenon—could it be a perk that came with the commission he had accepted?

Or perhaps they developed new abilities without even realizing it?

Unable to verify — let's put these conjectures aside for now.

Mason snapped out of his daze, tossed the thug he'd knocked unconscious onto the seat next to him, and then casually patted his collar.

Scattered applause immediately broke out from the enthusiastic onlookers.

He had never experienced this kind of treatment before and was a little unsure how to deal with it. After a brief moment of thought, he simply ignored everyone else and looked up at Yoshida Ayumi, the professional hostage he had just rescued.

"You didn't fall, did you?"

Mason put on a kind expression and smiled at Ayumi, saying, "The situation was urgent just now, and I didn't have time to think too much."

His appearance is above average, probably around 75 out of 100, close to 80. Although he can't compare to those superhuman beauties who can make a living just by their looks, he's good enough to fool kids.

As expected, Ayumi shook her head nervously at his greeting, then said shyly, "Thank you, big brother, I'm fine."

"That's good."

Mason stood up straight, mimicking a somewhat childish pose with one hand on his hip, like in a tokusatsu drama, and laughed, "I trained my body so I could take action in situations like this, and it seems it wasn't a waste of time."

Using this distance, Mason glanced at Conan and Ai Haibara out of the corner of his eye.

The former didn't react in any particular way, but just adopted the attitude of a child who had witnessed a master from the common people. Fortunately, he didn't come up and say anything like "ah" or "le" in a high-pitched voice, otherwise Mason was afraid he would have gotten goosebumps all over.

But the latter's behavior was more interesting—Haibara's eyes held a hint of doubt, but she didn't look directly at Mason. Instead, she merely glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, as if confirming something.

Is this—the distillery's radar activated, but not fully activated?

That's right. I am a pure fake wine. If she successfully authenticates me, where will I put my face?

In short, the opening was not bad. The only problem was that after seeing her, she would suddenly cower like a quail and complain to the Grim Reaper that the people from the brewery had come to kill her. That would be troublesome. Although he was quite durable now, he did not have the absolute power of Kuroishi Kasumi. If the Japanese Public Security Bureau or the FBI came with a large group of people, there was a risk of things going wrong.

Now that you've shown your face, it's about time you left.

After all, he was just a temporary worker at the distillery. He couldn't just wait for the police to come and take him to the station to make a statement. The distillery's prestige was already crumbling, and it would be too unethical for him to kick it while it was down.

"Well then, see you again sometime."

Mason waved his hand and then quickly walked out of the ramen shop before anyone else could react.

After being under Conan's guidance for so long, the Junior Detective League members are quite familiar with the police's case-solving procedures.

So when the Metropolitan Police Department sent officers to the scene after receiving the emergency call, they excitedly described the whole incident in professional and objective language, almost beyond the comprehension of elementary school students.

This is the result of Conan's many years of hard work.

After listening to the entire description of the case, Officer Takagi, who was in charge, scratched his head: "You mean—the person who subdued the assailant left before we police arrived?"

"yes."

Conan nodded: "He ran really fast. I tried to stop him but couldn't catch up."

"Is that so?" Takagi sighed. "Probably because they didn't want to waste time being questioned—that kind of thing..."

People often do that too.

"This is really hard to understand," Genta said, arms crossed. "If I save Ayumi, there's supposed to be a reward—"

"That could have been many bowls of eel rice! Why did that person leave so early?"

"Don't assume everyone is as gluttonous as you, okay?" Mitsuhiko retorted. "Isn't it okay for others to just want to do good deeds without caring about anything else?"

"Uh—" Genta was speechless.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late. You kids should go home now, or your parents will worry."

Takagi routinely escorted the members of the Junior Detective League out of the crime scene, then wiped his sweat.

Others might be able to walk away, but as a police officer, he's in for a lot of work.

After some time, the sun had almost completely set, and the members of the Junior Detective League, who took different routes home, split up halfway. Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi were on one side, while Conan and Ai Haibara were on the other.

"Kudo."

Walking down the street, Haibara suddenly said, "That guy in the ramen shop—something's not right with him."

"Something's not right?"

Conan turned around and glanced at Ai Haibara.

After spending so much time together, he finally understood this awkward girl. When she spoke in a voice that contained a hint of unease and doubt, it usually meant only one thing.

The invincible Grim Reaper elementary school student's expression turned serious: "What's going on? Could it be that organization—?"

I can't say for sure.

Haibara shook her head, biting her lip, and said, "That person gives me the feeling of being similar to someone in the organization, but something's not quite right. But at least one thing is certain."

"What?" Conan pressed.

"That person is dangerous."

Haibara said, "Although I can't quite put my finger on what the danger is, that's what my gut feeling tells me."

"I see." Conan frowned and nodded. "Disarming someone unharmed is indeed something not everyone can do. It's understandable that he was dangerous. Perhaps we should try to investigate further?"

"investigation?"

Haibara paused, then shook her head vigorously, saying, "Kudo! Have you forgotten what happened at the Beika Hotel last time? — Although I can't tell if that person is connected to the organization, what if it's some other vicious criminal? There are more dangerous things in the world than just organizations!"

"Ha, times have changed."

Conan pushed up his glasses and smiled confidently, "There are different methods to investigating these kinds of things. Unlike last time, Professor Agasa has developed a lot of new gadgets recently, hasn't he? Even I wouldn't take such risks every time."

"Do I need to repeat what happened with Rena Mizunashi?" Yuu Haibara glanced at him. "If she wasn't a CIA mole, I'd be at your grave with flowers by now, okay? Is this your cautiousness as a great detective?"

"That was—cough, it happened so suddenly." Conan looked away, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Anyway, the outcome is still optimistic, isn't that enough?"

"Hmph!" Haibara rolled her eyes. "In the end, you don't even know that person's name. Even if you want to investigate, you don't have a starting point. I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

"Well—" A glint of white light flashed on Conan's thick glasses. "This is the 21st century, you know. It's incredibly easy to track someone down now."

"Huh?" Haibara became alert. "Wait, you don't mean to—?"

"The Metropolitan Police Department's surveillance system."

This time, Conan said in a rather intimidating tone, "I'll try to find a way to go and take a look."

"Hmm—that's pretty standard."

At this moment, several hundred meters behind the two victims of apt-4869, whose bodies were those of children but whose intelligence surpassed that of adults, Mason was stealthily following them.

Although the scene of "an adult secretly following two elementary school students after sunset" makes him seem very perverted, it's not surprising given the average mental state of the distillery's employees.

His idea was very simple—to make connections with organizations like the Grim Reaper Elementary School Student and the FBI, accumulate some influence, and then investigate the mission objective.

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Anyway, dangerous items in the Conan world are like cabbages. As long as you operate them properly, it shouldn't be a problem to build an armory and put it in your pocket. Back in the day, a high school student named Homura Akemi stole an entire armory all by herself. Now that I, Mei, am taking action, I naturally have the same confidence as my predecessors.

The method is even simpler—ask a question: if you were to travel into the set of Detective Conan one day, how would you use one sentence to get yourself into the main storyline?

The answer is to find Conan Edogawa and then sneakily say "Shinichi Kudo" behind him.

However, his identity is rather awkward. After all, looking at the entire TV series and more than twenty theatrical versions, apart from Vermouth, all the Black Organization employees who knew the true identity of the Grim Reaper have all died without exception.

While he is relatively resilient, it's questionable whether he could survive if he were blown to pieces by a bomb or had an entire building crush him. Don't doubt it; such scenarios are common in the Conan series, so one should be wary.

But Mason was really reluctant to distance himself from the Grim Reaper Elementary School student like that.

After all, I've been following the long-running works of Aoyama Masayuki since elementary school. Although Aoyama Masayuki's later years were filled with terrible work, his passion for the project remains. Now that he's met the real person, I can't let him hold back from getting to know him, can I?

After much deliberation, Mason made his decision.

Since we're going to step into the shadow of death anyway, why not go all out?

As mentioned earlier, Mason is a man who enjoys rituals and drama—to this day, calling Conan "Shinichi Kudo" is no longer a novelty. In any case, the Red Team basically reenacts this scene every time a new general is added, so there's no point in him just copying it.

But what if we look at it from another angle? If a brewery employee suddenly walked up to Haibara and said, "Ah~ Sherry," wouldn't that be much more interesting?

Don't ask, the answer is that he had a change of heart and repented while doing bad things—there are precedents for this, like Ireland and Curaçao, so there's no reason why I, Koenek, can't do it too.

Great, let's do it that way.

After making up his mind, Mason turned a corner on the street and became a stalker, following Conan and Ai Haibara all the way to this place.

There's a sign on the side of the road that reads "Mihana-cho 2nd Street". Even from a distance, Mason, tucked away in the alley, can see two very distinctive mansions, namely No. 21 and No. 22, Mihana-cho 2nd Street, the address of Shinichi Kudo and Professor Agasa's family.

Mason, hiding a few hundred meters away, was playing on his phone while watching the situation at Professor Agasa's house. He saw Conan go in with Ai Haibara first, and then leave after about half an hour. "Great, now is the time."

The Kudo residence now belongs to Shuichi Akai, who goes by the alias Subaru Okiya. He's a formidable character. Mason is hiding so far away because he doesn't want to be discovered by him. After confirming that Conan had left, Mason took a long detour and climbed over the back wall into Professor Agasa's yard.

Now he could confirm that after entering the Conan world, his physical coordination had indeed been significantly enhanced. What used to be difficult to climb over walls was now as easy as stepping over a threshold, and he landed without making a sound. His skill level was now comparable to that of some high-ranking agents within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Afterwards, Mason checked the situation inside through the window and concluded that there was no one in the lobby on the first floor. Considering the lifestyle of scientists Haibara and Professor Agasa, they were probably busy with their own things in the basement.

Mason cautiously found an unlocked window, opened it, and climbed inside.

He moved quickly along the wall to the stairwell, then took out a silenced pistol from his briefcase, peeked out to make sure no one was watching, and then tiptoed towards the basement.

Admittedly, Professor Agasa's house might be rigged with a bunch of hidden cameras and listening devices, and doing so wouldn't guarantee he wouldn't be discovered. But he wasn't afraid of anything. That was the confidence that came with being the X-Men's Unkillable King. Professor Agasa's house was, after all, just a private residence. Even if he were discovered, the weapons they could use to deal with him would at most be pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, or rocket launchers. He, Mei, wasn't afraid at all, okay?

Then they'll say they're a bio-engineered human just created by the distillery.

After devising a few prank scenarios in his mind, Mason went down the stairs to the basement.

This is a corridor with several rooms. The doors are almost all ajar. In a large room on the left, there are countless mysterious-looking instruments. The chubby Professor Agasa is busy with something inside, seemingly unaware of his arrival.

There's nothing for you to do right now, so let's skip that.

Then, Mason peered through the cracks in the doors into the other rooms: the storage room, the empty bedroom, the bathroom, and finally, the computer room.

Good news! Haibara is typing away rapidly on the keyboard in the computer room.

And the lights weren't on.

So where did the winery employees learn their energy-saving spirit? Don't they know that working with the lights off is bad for their eyes?

However, this benefited Mason.

Under the cover of darkness, he crept into the computer room like a ghost, approaching Haibara step by step as she typed at the speed of a thirty-year-old typist, and then quietly raised his gun.

It's a bit unethical to do this, but—it's really interesting, isn't it?

It should be noted that, apart from disliking killing or injuring people indiscriminately, Mason's bottom line is so low that it's practically nonexistent; he would carry out even the most outrageous pranks without hesitation.

The next second, the black silencer was placed on Haibara's soft hair.

Mason noticed her sudden stiffness, so he suppressed a laugh and spoke in a sinister tone.

"This is really a great hiding place, Sherry!"

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