Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 137 Professor Agasa: Can I join the organization too?

Professor Agasa listened to Conan's words, his lips twitching slightly; he didn't know what to say.

Shinichi's words sounded really strange to him.

Especially that "Angel"...it really sounds like Gin!

But seeing Conan's current state, Professor Agasa sighed softly.

I hope my guess is wrong, otherwise, Shinichi is really too pitiful.

However... I can only deduce things, and my deductive reasoning is definitely not as good as Shinichi's.

I suppose I was just overthinking it.

Bang bang...

There was a knock on the door.

"Coming, coming." Professor Agasa greeted, swaying his obese body as he walked over and opened the door. "Eh, Mr. Fushiguro."

Fukugoro nodded slightly and entered the living room directly, ignoring the fact that Professor Agasa's body was blocking the way.

"Shen'ergege! What brings you here?" Conan asked, peeking out from in front of the sofa.

Fushiguro bypassed Professor Agasa and sat on the sofa next to Conan, briefly explaining his purpose.

"Oh, is that so? No problem..." Professor Agasa's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he rubbed his hands together like a mosquito. "Then how much does Mr. Fushiguro need?"

The PhD student is indeed very wealthy, but he spent most of it on equipment...

He bought all the equipment for biological and technological research, which meant he could only drive a yellow Volkswagen Beetle.

Moreover, the props he developed could only be used by children and had no practical use whatsoever.

"Give me as much as you have," Fuheishen'er said with a smirk. "Money's no object..."

They certainly don't lack money... Anyway, Shirley has enough money, and if all else fails, her sister has money too.

They're all rich women.

"Really?" Dr. Agasa's eyes lit up, and he asked tentatively, "Then, one device costs 250,000 yen?"

Fuheishen's pupils contracted slightly.

Two hundred and fifty thousand yen?

So cheap? The equipment Shirley used, around five units would be enough.

Seeing that the other party's expression was somewhat gloomy, clearly showing anger... Dr. Agasa felt that he had raised the price too high, and quickly said, "Two hundred thousand, how about two hundred thousand?"

"Deal." Fuheishen's lips curled into a smile.

If that's the case, Sherry gave him a budget of 20 million yen, he'll make a killing.

“I will pay a deposit, and then pay the balance after the goods arrive,” Fuheshen said calmly.

"Haha, okay, okay." Professor Agasa was as happy as a 200-pound fat man.

Fushiguro nodded, then suddenly remembered that Professor Agasa's gadgets seemed quite powerful as well.

If you equipped the core members of the organization with a power key, a tranquilizer watch, and a pair of Conan's glasses...

Wouldn't that make them invincible?

"I almost forgot..." Fuhei Shen slapped his forehead and tilted his head. "Doctor, you also research gadgets, right?"

"Yes, but the props we use for research are all toys for children." Professor Agasa sighed in disappointment after hearing this. "Nobody wants them."

He had considered applying for a patent for his props, but... no one even glanced at them.

Fuheishen's lips twitched...

Professor Agasa's gadgets, when used on Conan, almost captured Gin alive. If Gin hadn't shot himself, the outcome might have been very different.

"That's just their stupidity," Fuheshchen sneered...

As he spoke, he took out his phone and called Gin, saying, "Tell me your shoe size."

Gin: ? ? ?

He seemed to be sleeping, a little drowsy, or perhaps he was stunned by Jundu's question.

He remained silent for a long time, and as time passed... one could imagine that Gin was imagining a lot of things. After the silence, cold numbers rang out from the other end of the phone.

After saying that, he hung up immediately.

Fuheshchen wanted to ask about vodka's shoe size, but found that the other party's phone was switched off.

No, what's Gin up to?

"Is that Jin?" Conan asked, his eyes lighting up after hearing the familiar voice.

"None of your business." Fukushiro glanced coldly at Conan.

Conan's lips drooped instantly... he looked somewhat disappointed.

He wanted to say a few words to Ah-Zhen and, incidentally, show off his reasoning talent.

"Are you making high-tech shoes?" After hearing this, Dr. Agasa probably guessed the intention.

“That’s right, the organization will try it out first. If it’s similar, you can apply for a patent here,” Fukushiro explained calmly, his tone as cold as Gin’s. “The organization won’t treat capable people unfairly…”

After hearing what Fuheshchen said, the doctor suddenly raised his head... and stared blankly at Fuheshchen, as if he had thought of something.

After a long while... as if he had thought of something, Dr. Agasa nodded heavily, "Don't worry, the organization will definitely be satisfied."

Fukuro nodded, stood up, patted Professor Agasa on the shoulder, and walked outside.

"Hmm? Not staying any longer, Shongege?" Conan was a little disappointed to see that Shongege had only come to discuss a business deal and was leaving.

He also wanted to give the doctor a proper introduction to Shen'er, so that the doctor wouldn't judge him by his appearance.

He also suspected that his angel was Gin.

This is hilarious! Gin would save me? He'd approve of me? He'd pay my medical bills?

How could that be...?

"No, I have other things to do." Fuheshen walked straight out and closed the door behind him.

"Then, come again next time!" Dr. Agasa said with unusual enthusiasm.

After Fushiguro Jinji left, Dr. Agasa said to Conan, "Mr. Fushiguro, he's... quite good. Shinichi, you're right, you can't judge a book by its cover."

Conan gave Dr. Agasa a disdainful look after hearing this.

No... I was just doubting it, but now that I know, I'm saying they're great.

After feeling Conan's gaze, Professor Agasa chuckled awkwardly, "Isn't it because I haven't had much contact with Mr. Fushiguro?"

Conan pursed his lips...and said nothing.

..........

A few days later...

The weather was overcast and somewhat foggy.

On a street corner, a tall man was gazing at the sky...

Her black, tousled hair fluttered slightly in the wind, her face was indifferent yet carried a hint of coldness, and her black eyes were like a silent sea.

She wore a black jacket and black sweatpants, a simple yet stylish look.

Beep beep beep...

The phone rings.

Fuhesh answered the phone.

"Let's abandon this mission for now," Gin's voice rang out.

"What's wrong?" Fuheshen asked.

"Security at Yasukuni Shrine has been strengthened, so there's no way to plant the bombs," Gin said coldly. "Moreover, this ceremony will be escorted by the military; in short, it's a military parade in front of Yasukuni Shrine."

It's not that there are no opportunities; there are opportunities.

However, Gin, who has weathered many storms, believes it was bait, a trap.

Once you make a move, there is no chance of survival.

At least this time, the organization's members are unable to move, so this is no longer the agent's mission.