Detective Conan: Starting with Yukiko covered in black stockings!

Please don't mind that I didn't inform you in advance.

Ha, you scheming bitch!

Looking at Yukiko who took the initiative to explain, Vermouth couldn't help but secretly mock her.

They might say it was a chance encounter, but they probably planned it all along.

"It's rare for Mr. Kudo to take the time out of his busy schedule to visit a nobody like me. I'm overjoyed and wouldn't dare to mind."

"Don't just stand there, please come in!"

"Xiaolan, you seem to have lost weight in the past two days. There are many troubles during puberty, you need to learn to adjust your mood."

Vermouth led the three into the living room, subtly hinting to Ran Mouri not to think about that matter.

"Yes, I'll mediate. Thank you!"

Ran Mouri mustered her spirits and politely thanked him.

Upon seeing Vermouth, the image of that crimson blood uncontrollably surfaced in her mind, refusing to leave.

"Who is this……"

As everyone entered the living room, Yukiko couldn't help but frown upon seeing Cao Yu with his afro.

It’s so annoying!

Such a blatant disguise is an insult to the art of disguise.

Yusaku Kudo and Ran Mouri both recognized Cao Yu's identity.

But the reactions were completely different!

Ran Mouri kept her head down, not daring to look directly at Cao Yu's figure, afraid of being hurt again; Yusaku Kudo, on the other hand, was secretly excited. His original plan was to ask Vermouth about Cao Yu's hiding place, but he hadn't expected to have such an unexpected gain.

Now that he had met the real person, he had no choice but to change his strategy.

"Oh, this is my new Filipino maid, Turtle Egg."

Vermouth noticed the unusual behavior of the three and casually gave Cao Yu a new identity.

"You idiot, can't you see we have guests? Hurry up and make some tea. Who's the host, you or me?"

"Yes, miss!"

Cao Yu cooperated readily, turning around and unable to resist chirping softly.

Naming him "Turtle Egg" is clearly a deliberate insult, calling him a bastard.

If it weren't for the presence of Yukiko and the others, he would have definitely made Vermouth experience the power of a bull's savage charge.

After Cao Yu entered the kitchen, the four people in the living room exchanged pleasantries and chatted casually.

“Chris, you have a good eye. Turtle Egg looks very strong, so his skills must be excellent. I can understand that women in their thirties have strong desires, but a servant is a servant, and he needs to be taught manners.”

"Hey, you don't know, Turtle Egg goes to the toilet more than ten times every night. I can't use him even if I want to."

"You can go to the gym; there are lots of muscular men there."

"..."

On the surface, Yukiko and Vermouth are big stars, but in private, they talk about the same things as any other girl.

He utters vulgar and offensive language without hesitation.

Soon, Cao Yu came out of the kitchen with tea and placed it in front of the four people.

Yusaku Kudo picked up his teacup and gave Yukiko a wink.

The two were husband and wife, and nearly twenty years of spiritual communication had cultivated an excellent understanding between them.

"Chris, the style of your villa's decoration is very much to my liking."

"I'm planning to renovate my old house. Would it be convenient for you to take me around to see and learn from my experience?"

Yukiko looked around and said with great interest.

Life is all about acting!

Cao Yu wasn't stupid; he could tell that Yukiko had just made up an excuse to get Vermouth away.

"What's our relationship? No need to be so polite. I'll have Turtle Egg be your tour guide. Feel free to visit anywhere."

Vermouth, being quite clever, realized that Yusaku Kudo was after Cao Yu, so she simply sent him away and stayed behind to deal with Yusaku Kudo.

"Chris, if I may be so bold, but I don't want that person around. Could you personally show me and Aunt Yukiko around?"

Ran Mouri looked at Vermouth and said, her eyes pleading.

At this moment, her feelings were complicated. She desperately wanted to send Cao Yu to prison, but now that they had met again, she felt a strange emotion.

That feeling was like being unwilling to face it, yet also like being reluctant to let go.

"All right!"

Faced with the request from the angel she believed to be her, Vermouth unconditionally agreed.

Afterwards, she took Yukiko and Ran Mouri upstairs for a tour.

A brief silence fell over the living room.

“You idiot… no, I should say Mr. Cao Yu, you are not Chris’s servant at all. Please sit down.”

Kudo Yusaku spoke first.

"Good eye, no wonder he is a world-renowned mystery novelist."

Cao Yu felt somewhat frustrated that his carefully crafted disguise was easily seen through.

But considering Yusaku Kudo's character in the Detective Conan universe, he felt it was quite reasonable for him to be seen through.

After all, he is a legendary mystery novelist who can solve cases with just a photograph. If he couldn't see through the low-class disguise that even Vermouth mocked, then his persona would truly collapse.

“Mr. Kudo, if I’m not mistaken, you’re here because of Carlos’s case.”

"Strictly speaking, I am a socially anxious person!"

Cao Yu poured 89396 cups of tea and took a sip.

They're all smart people; there's no point in hiding things.

Since Yusaku Kudo is unwilling to get straight to the point, then he will take the initiative and hit a straight shot.

"So, Mr. Cao Yu has nothing to do with that case?"

"But the FBI found eyewitnesses and drew a portrait of the killer based on their descriptions. If Mr. Cao Yu is interested, I can have it sent over."

Kudo Yusaku stared at Cao Yu and said something meaningful.

"I think you misunderstood me. The so-called social anxiety is not the original meaning, but an abbreviation for social terrorist."

“I killed Carlos. I deliberately kept those two witnesses alive. Otherwise, those useless people from the island nation’s police and the US FBI would never have found out the truth.”

"Mr. Kudo, you've gotten the answer you wanted. Aren't you going to notify the Japanese police to come and arrest him?"

Snapped!

Cao Yu crushed the teacup and stared coldly at Kudo Yusaku.

He really couldn't quite figure out this man, one of the smartest people in the Detective Conan world.

"Mr. Cao Yu, you must have misunderstood me."

Kudo Yusaku was startled and retorted to Cao Yu.

The difficulty of crushing a teacup with two fingers is far greater than that of breaking a bottle with five fingers.

Although Kudo Yusaku realized that Cao Yu was not simple during the investigation, he did not expect his explosive power to be so terrifying.

Little did he know that what he saw was only the tip of the iceberg.

"Oh, you're not here to investigate Carlos's case?"

Cao Yu was quite surprised and asked with great interest.

"I originally guessed that your relationship with Chris was unusual and was going to ask her about your whereabouts. I didn't expect to meet you here. Perhaps it was fate."

"Since that's the case, I won't beat around the bush."

"Mr. Cao Yu, you are a member of the Black Organization, aren't you?"

Chapter 39 Joining the Witness Protection Program?

His intelligence borders on the demonic, and his terror is beyond words!

Cao Yu benefited from having read the Detective Conan storyline before his time travel, and was very familiar with the main characters.

But he didn't expect that Yusaku Kudo's IQ was higher than he had imagined.

"What makes you say that, Mr. Kudo?"

Even his identity as a member of the Black Organization was evident, and Cao Yu had to admit that Kudo Yusaku was indeed quite capable.

There are probably no more than five big shots in the show with such insight.

With the system's support, Cao Yu's strength was undeniable, and he remained calm and composed even when facing Kudo Yusaku.

Even the smartest person is afraid of a kitchen knife.

If the talks don't go well, I can just grab a spiked club and beat him up.

“Cut off Carlos’s head. On the surface, it’s a violent act of revenge, but according to my investigation, you and Carlos had no connection whatsoever, so there was no deep-seated hatred between you.”

"In addition, Carlos sought asylum from the US FBI and joined the Witness Protection Program by using the secrets of the Black Organization as leverage."

"The Black Organization has been threatened and will be eager to eliminate him, and you are the one to carry out the assassination mission."

The script is wrong!

Cao Yu clearly remembered that when Gin gave the instructions, he only said that Carlos stole the distillery's secrets for blackmail, without mentioning that he had joined the FBI's witness protection program.

Was it a failure of the intelligence department, or was that guy deliberately concealing something?

Now that the mission was complete, Cao Yu was too lazy to waste brain cells guessing.

"You guessed right. I am indeed a member of the Black Organization, and killing Carlos was also arranged by the organization."

“Mr. Kudo, you are a smart man. You should know what happens when you know too many secrets.”

Cao Yu slowly raised his hand, took out a spiked club from the system warehouse, and hung it above Kudo Yusaku's head.

Having opened so many watermelons, he wanted to try opening a brain.

Despite the scientific nature of the Detective Conan world and the numerous instances of things like kicking a satellite with a soccer ball, Kudo Yusaku was still amazed by Cao Yu's actions.

Telekinesis isn't magic; it's magic!

“Mr. Cao Yu, I don’t care whether I live or die, but you definitely can’t bring yourself to do it.”

Yusaku Kudo was a man who had seen his share of big events. With the spiked club hanging above his head, he remained completely calm and continued to sip his tea.

At the same time, he had a bold guess in his mind.

The Cao Yu before them was no ordinary person; he might be a descendant of some reclusive sect, possessing mysterious and unpredictable abilities. Otherwise, he could never have escaped the pursuit of the Japanese police and the US FBI.

This conjecture further solidified Kudo Yusaku's determination to win him over.

"Hehehe... You're quite confident. Whether I kill you or not is up to me, but before that, I want to know where your confidence comes from."

Cao Yu's hand sank, and the spike of the mace touched Kudo Yusaku's forehead.

Taking his dog's life right now would be as easy as turning one's hand.

“You left survivors at the crime scene, proving that you did not indiscriminately kill innocent people. At this moment, I pose no threat to you. Killing an unarmed person is not your style.”

"Besides, I am here in a private capacity. Killing me will not do you any good; on the contrary, it will only provoke the wrath of mystery novel fans all over the world."

"Mr. Cao Yu, you are a smart man, and I'm sure you wouldn't do something so foolish as to lose more than you gain."

Kudo Yusaku put down his teacup and began his methodical analysis.

Every sentence, though devoid of any words of pleading, was brimming with a will to survive.

"You're alive today not because what you're saying makes sense, but because I don't want you dead."

In fact, Kudo Yusaku is right. Cao Yu did not like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, even though he had no fondness for a simple life.

But if you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext!