Ke Xue world is not scientific

"Ayumi, are you not feeling well?"

Yusuke Suzuki saw Ayumi shrinking on the sofa alone, his face very weak.

Just now, several children talked about a recent burglary and homicide, and were jointly educated by Dr. Agasa and Yusuke Suzuki, and he discovered that something was wrong with Ayumi.

Ayumi nodded and asked with a hoarse voice, "Doctor, do you have any throat candy?" "

Do you have a sore throat?" Dr. Agasa scratched his head, "I'll look for it."

"No need, Doctor, you go directly to buy some cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine and come back, and I will make a medicated meal for Ayumi."

"Medicated food?" Yuantai's pointed head lifted up, "What is medicinal food?" "

Medicated food is not a thing," Conan immediately popularized science for his little friend, "It's a Chinese cuisine, a dish made with medicine and food as raw materials." "

Huh? That should be hard to eat..." Now

Conan didn't speak, because he hadn't eaten either.

"What medicinal diet are you going to make?"

Closing the book, Haihara yawned, China is a magical country, Bai Gan Jiu can actually act as a temporary antidote to APTX-4869, and she is now developing an antidote based on Bai Gan.

Yusuke Suzuki smiled lightly and said in a pure Chinese, "Sydney." "

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Haibara mourned as if he had been hit by electricity, what did he just say? Sheery？

"It's rock sugar pear, a very ordinary home-cooked drink."

Yusuke Suzuki chuckled, "It's easy, so you can do it now."

With that, he walked into the kitchen.

Alas, I want to scare the child when I am bored, no, I will scare Conan later.

Looking at Yusuke Suzuki's back, Conan held his chin in deep thought.

"Hey, Haibara, did he say that before?"

"What did you say?"

"He has been studying in the UK before, but he knows so many Chinese food practices, and the pronunciation he Chinese just now is very standard."

"Your English level is also very good."

Haibara, who had calmed down again, replied lightly, Conan could suspect Yusuke Suzuki for a thousand reasons, but she couldn't.

If Yusuke Suzuki was part of the organization, she would definitely not be alive now.

She also didn't want to believe that the tiny possibility really existed.

"Oh, maybe, after all, there really is a drink of rock sugar pear," Conan raised his phone, which displayed the search results, "and Ayumi is sick with a sore throat is unpredictable, and he doesn't need to test it like this."

"But," Conan suddenly began to look at the kitchen with reflective eyes, "he must not be simple. "

In just half an hour, Yusuke Suzuki made a big pot of rock sugar pears, and he tasted it, and it tasted very good.

Although the effect of rock sugar snow pear is more reflected in cough expectorant and moisturizing the lungs, it still has some help for sore throat caused by inflammation.

With medication, it is also more acceptable to children.

"Wow, this Sydney looks delicious."

Kojima Motota quickly came over and was eager to try.

"After all, this is also medicine, you can't drink more."

"Yes!"

Haibara also served a bowl, "Hmm... So sweet.

Before Yusuke Suzuki could bring himself a bowl, the phone in his pocket vibrate.

Unknown number.

......

It won't be a piano bar.

Put through.

There was no talk over there.

Well, sure, it's gin.

But he didn't know what to say, so he didn't speak.

Call with Gin in front of Conan... What a thrill.

Two seconds later, the phone hangs up.

Instead, an email came over.

"Tell me when it's convenient - Gin "

I'm really vigilant....

"Brother Yusuke, whose phone is it?"

Conan chewed on a pear in his mouth and looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

"Maybe it was a mistake, the other party didn't speak."

He stayed until the evening, after another fine dinner, before he drove away.

"What's going on?"

Edit the email sending.

Gin Jiu seemed to hold his mobile phone at any time, and directly returned an address in seconds.

Isn't this still there yesterday?

Return to the apartment, find a place to transpose, rent a car.

When he arrived, Vodka was still carrying a convenience store bento box and an empty bento box on the hood of the car.

It seems that it is not easy to mix up in the organization, and characters of this level of gin wine can only eat bento?

The wind chill at night was bone-chilling, and the long golden hair of Gin Wine fluttered behind the black trench coat, which was very dashing.

"Vodka."

Gin Jiu shouted in a low voice, not even bringing his head back.

Vodka with bento in hand: "??? "

What for?

"Big brother,"

Yusuke Suzuki was speechless, interrupting the humble vodka, "go check my car for bugs, locators, or anything dangerous." Gin

Jiu: "..."

After careful inspection, vodka ran back to the ginjiu, "Big brother, there is nothing suspicious."

Then, his eyes focused on Yusuke Suzuki, "Do you need to search your body, big brother?"

"No, get in the car."

Yusuke Suzuki drove to keep up.

An hour later.

"Enter the house in the center on the left, kill the target, destroy the data, and return here, Vodka and I will leave in half an hour."

Gin Jiu pointed to the house in the distance, his expression still cold.

"Now, pick your gear."

Saying that, he opened the trunk, the pistol was nothing anymore, there were even sniper rifles inside.

Yusuke Suzuki hardly hesitated, took a silenced pistol, two magazines, a grenade, and was done.

This is the residence of the families of the Polar Organization, and there are people patrolling.

Yusuke Suzuki, who had an easy face, was fearless, and for half an hour, he did not tell him in advance that he could prepare in advance, then there was only one way to go.

That's to kill in.

Judging the distance by the moonlight, Yusuke Suzuki's legs suddenly exerted force, but he jumped up the wall with one breath.

He crouched against the wall like a black cat, his eyes quickly gathering information.

On the left, about 50 meters, two groups of four people.

Right front, 70 meters, a group of two.

Directly ahead, there is a wall, looking at the flashlight light, it should be two people.

He straightens his legs to minimize the distance between his feet and the ground.

Let go, land.

There is almost no sound.

Yusuke Suzuki pressed his back to the courtyard wall, raised the gun in his right hand, and put his index finger on the board, ready to shoot.

Here it comes.

A whispered conversation is accompanied by footsteps.

His target is the group of people in front of the right, you can directly pull away from the right side, and then go around to the target house on the left, and there must be fewer people on the left when he returns.

As soon as the two men showed their heads, they collapsed in the slightest gunshot.

Yusuke Suzuki did not stop for the slightest, meticulously carrying out his plan.

"It's really good."

Gin Jiu has moved to the high point, holding a sniper rifle to observe Yusuke Suzuki.

This is not only clearer than the telescope, but also directly erased when Yusuke Suzuki's mission fails, so as to avoid future problems.

He is confident in his sniping abilities, except...

Gin Jiu thought of a guy who upset him, a damn traitor.

Under the sniper scope, Yusuke Suzuki's figure quickly shuttled between the buildings, and those extreme elements also found that something was wrong, and the entire area was instantly lit.

And Yusuke Suzuki, after solving the four people at close range, a dodge climbed directly from the pillar to the second-floor balcony of the target house.