Create a fantasy paradise starting from Conan

"Not long ago, Prime Minister Fujiwara called me and told me not to be too serious and to be relaxed in many cases."

"Even my colleagues who were superintendents called me and tried to insinuate whether I had a grudge against someone and whether I needed their help."

"Even my subordinates brought me a bunch of copies of gun licenses and related approval documents, although it was obvious that they were issued later."

"I originally wanted to wait and delay it for a while, but it seems they can't wait any longer."

Maori Kogoro remained silent for a long time before he hesitated and said:

"Perhaps, the scope of the attack is too broad, touching upon the interests of certain financial groups, which may not be what you imagine."

"That organization should be codenamed after a drink, right?"

"Yes."

"As far as I know, Prime Minister Fujiwara has only been drinking brandy since a few years ago. To be more precise, he developed this preference before he was elected."

At this moment, several people fell silent at the same time, feeling an indescribable terrifying pressure.

Even Hattori Heiji had blank eyes and a dazed look.

What is wrong with this country?

Conan thought seriously for a while, and gradually came up with a guess in his mind.

Although I have never met him in person, Prime Minister Fujiwara has always had a good reputation and has accomplished many great things in recent years.

After he came to power, he resisted the tremendous pressure of going to war and moved more than 100 large US bases to small islands overseas. All the bases on the main island were abolished.

There is no way a person like that would join forces with a winery.

In other words, the winery is not worthy yet.

Therefore, he should be on the side of the Fujimine Group, and the winery is just taking advantage of the power of the other party.

Having said that, the relationship between the two parties is too close, and there is actually not much difference before it is completely severed.

? ?

At this moment, Conan suddenly reacted.

This should be the so-called information gap.

Even if you want to pretend, you can't pretend forever.

Moreover, what you say can be disguised, but what you do cannot be disguised.

Therefore, Prime Minister Fujiwara should be the kind of person who is dedicated to the country and puts public interests above personal interests.

For him, cooperating with the Fujimine Group, which had risen rapidly in an unreasonable way and become the largest conglomerate in Asia, and seemed to have been destined to do so, was not a big deal.

In other words, it is a very normal cooperation, mutually beneficial and each party gets what it needs.

But this is not the case for those below, and it is impossible to ask his opinion without going through the chain of command.

For the winery, the mere fact that he has a code name is enough to be used as a leverage.

In other words, through the intermediary of the Fujimine Group, it is indeed possible to communicate with him directly and borrow his power.

From this perspective, without the Fujimine Group's winery, it is indeed just a weed on the ground, which is a nuisance but not fatal.

But when the two are combined, it becomes a sea of ​​trees with no end in sight, which is frightening.

Conan looked at Hattori Heizo who was driving in front of him and sighed softly.

Without exposing the existence of that man and the Fujimine Group, there was no way to express this conjecture.

After a long time, the car stopped outside a house in a remote place.

The house was dusty everywhere because no one had lived there for a long time. Shizuka Hattori was cleaning the living room alone.

When she saw her husband and the little boy in adult clothes behind him, her expression changed slightly.

But such a thing is really unbelievable, and I couldn't help but ask tentatively:

"Heizo, this couldn't be your illegitimate child out there, could it?"

"No, this is Heiji."

Hattori Heizo shook his head slightly, and after Kogoro Mouri and Conan entered, he locked the door.

"The house is too dirty. No need to change your shoes. Just sit like this."

"Jinghua, you sit down too."

"Mom..." Hattori Heiji lifted his trouser legs and sat down on the sofa, "I... I'm sorry."

"What the hell is going on?" Hattori Shizuka looked confused.

"Mom, not long after the live broadcast was interrupted, a helicopter suddenly appeared in the sky..."

At the end, Hattori Heiji bowed his head and apologized again:

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was too reckless and got you into trouble."

"No, I'm causing trouble for you."

At this time, Hattori Heizo suddenly bowed to the mother and son.

"Jinghua, Heiji, I'm sorry!"

"Even though Prime Minister Fujiwara and my colleagues had already warned me implicitly, I still had a glimmer of hope, thinking it was just a small organization and insignificant."

"Fortunately, Heiji didn't actually die, otherwise I would be blamed for it."

When she heard the two titles "Prime Minister" and "colleague", Hattori Shizuka unconsciously felt a strong sense of fear in her heart.

The rejuvenating drug, the warnings from superiors and colleagues, and what happened to Heiji, could this be the true face of this country?

"Heizo, if it really doesn't work out, why don't you just quit your job? We can start a small business and change our lifestyle as a family of three. It's actually quite good."

"not that simple."

Conan shook his head slightly and took the initiative to interrupt:

"The problem now is that we have no idea how many people know about the anti-aging drug. Of course, the number of people who actually know about it is probably very small, otherwise it wouldn't have been kept secret until now."

"Perhaps, Heiji and I are the only two successful cases. The organization only knows that this is an invisible poison that kills people."

"If that's the case, our best option right now is to destroy the organization, obtain the drug research data, and find a way to develop an antidote or destroy it."

"But no matter what, this matter must be kept confidential and must not be leaked."

"Otherwise, Heiji and I will definitely be hunted by countries around the world, triggering a new world war."

"By then, death will be nothing but a blessing."

Hattori Shizuka's pupils shrank, a few drops of cold sweat unconsciously seeped out of her forehead, and her whole body was trembling.

Indeed, this is rejuvenation. Once it is leaked, rich people all over the world will go crazy for it.

Of course, the organization definitely doesn’t know the true effect of this drug.

Otherwise, this drug would not be used to kill people.

At this time, Hattori Heizo spoke again:

"Mr. Mori, I have a large family and many people are watching. Heiji absolutely cannot live in my house. Can he stay in your house like Kudo Shinichi?"

"I will pay you child support regularly. At the same time, I will share with you the intelligence I have obtained about the organization."

Although Hattori Heiji was filled with reluctance, but thinking of the consequences of his identity being exposed, he could only say:

"I'm begging you too, Uncle Maori!"

"Heiji!" Hattori Shizuka couldn't help but hug her son for a long time, tears in her eyes, and she lowered her head slightly, "I'm also asking you, Mr. Mori."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Heiji."

Kogoro Mori did not hesitate at all, he was mentally prepared for this.

"Captain Hattori, please be careful in your actions from now on. At the very least, don't openly oppose the organization."

"If possible, it would be best to make them mistakenly think that you are also a member of the organization."

Hattori Heizo forced a smile on his face, glanced at Heiji reluctantly, and then spoke:

"Don't worry, I don't want to die young."

"Given my personality, there's absolutely no way I'd cooperate with the organization after my son's death."

"Not helping either side is my limit."

"This is probably what they want."

Chapter 183 Anyone who attacks Shirley will be charged with treason.

At this moment, Conan suddenly thought of the interview that Miyano Shiho had mentioned before, and quickly opened his mobile phone and searched her name, but found nothing.

Searching for "regeneration of severed limbs" soon revealed a large number of live streaming rooms.

Click to enter and turn up the volume.

"Uncle Maori, Uncle Heizo, you guys should take a look too."

On the phone screen, Miyano Shiho was wearing an eyepatch-shaped mask with black fallen angel wings, a white coat, and sitting upright on the sofa with her hands on her hips.

Next to her, a female host was conducting an interview.

"Is this true? Have you really developed a miraculous drug that can regenerate severed limbs?"

"That's right. To be honest, this wasn't something I came up with alone. Thousands of years ago, a miraculous medicine spread from the West to the East via the Silk Road..."

"Thank you for your explanation, Ms. Shirley. Could you please provide proof of the effectiveness of this medicine?"

"of course can."

Shirley clapped her hands, and three experimental tables were pushed out by several men.

And on the experimental table, there were three men tied up.

Such a scene made the female host swallow her saliva and her voice trembled a little.

"Ms. Shirley, you're not going to use them for live experiments, are you?"

Shirley raised a faint smile, took out a document, unfolded it, and said:

"Don't worry, this is the death row inmate we just brought out of prison. Today's certificate has been approved by the cabinet. This is a document approved by Prime Minister Fujiwara and signed and sealed by the Ministry of Justice."

"Even the three death row inmates themselves have signed their consent."

“Although their sentences will not be reduced, a substantial reward will be given to their families after the certification is completed.”

"Well, let's get started, starting with number one."

The man next to the first experimental table saluted Shirley and the audience, and quickly explained his identity as a soldier belonging to a certain unit.

Then, he picked up the axe and chopped off the arm of the death row prisoner No. 1 with a clean and neat move.

The blood splattered, and the bloody scene made the host subconsciously turn his head, and many audiences in the audience covered their eyes and screamed.

Another man came forward, holding a bowl of diluted light red liquid, and fed it to Subject No. 1.

The next moment, the arm of Subject No. 1 grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"As you can see, the drug's effectiveness far exceeded expectations and can stably regenerate severed limbs."

"If this effect is used in medical treatment, most of the world's diseases will no longer be diseases."

"As long as the diseased part is removed and then given medicine, a very healthy body part will grow back."

"To prove to everyone that this isn't a unique case and that the drug has great universal applicability, let's do the second one. Let's get started."

The next moment, the sole of the second experimental subject's foot was cut off, and after being fed medicine, a new foot with fair skin grew out, forming a sharp contrast with the other foot.

Then, the stomach of Subject No. 3 was cut open and the medicine was poured directly on it, and the stomach quickly recovered to its original state.

"This...this is too exaggerated, isn't it?" The female host exclaimed in amazement, and couldn't help but ask, "Could this drug achieve its recovery effect by accelerating cell division?"

"That's not true. After applying the drug, the rate of cell division can actually be restored. Honestly, if the brain is removed regularly and then doused with this drug, lifespan can be extended by at least several hundred years."

Shirley chuckled and then said:

"However, making this medicine requires a special material that is not easy to obtain."

"Obviously, the price after it goes on the market won't be much cheaper. Someone earning 300,000 yen a month would have to spend their savings for 20 years to save enough to repair an arm."