Surviving This Year in the Conan World Means Victory

Seven years ago, timeline.

Fujiwara Yu was diligently searching for the Child of Destiny named "Edogawa Conan," believing that only by finding him could he gain permanent residency in...

Chapter 189,/.

Judy, holding a kitchen knife, just wanted to ask Claire if he liked to add cheese powder to his pasta, but she didn't expect that she would cause such a huge reaction from the other party before she even asked.

She subconsciously raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, blinking rapidly as she stared at Claire, who looked terrified and even had a blush on his cheeks. She lowered her gaze and noticed him holding the back pocket of his pants with one hand.

Was he so panicked because he was looking at something and reacted so violently when he heard me approaching?

What could it be? Did he find the information Xiu left at home and secretly take it away?

Judy felt the need to take the things back. She chose not to alert the enemy, but asked with a wry smile:

"Mr. Claire, I'm sorry I scared you... I just wanted to ask if you would mind adding some more cheese powder and cheese to the pasta. I personally like these two things."

"I don't mind." Fujiwara Yu answered quickly, and obviously agreed without even thinking.

"Okay, then you sit for a while. Dinner will be served in ten minutes."

After watching Judy go back into the kitchen, Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He wanted to take the things out and put them back, but what if Judy noticed his abnormality and she came to check the sofa later?

You don't think I'm the kind of person who would carry this thing with me at all times.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched twice. He absolutely couldn't leave this kind of impression on the FBI. It would be better to find a place to throw it away after leaving here.

In less than ten minutes, Judy came out with a delicious creamy bacon pasta, but because a lot of cheese powder and cheese were added, the overall taste was a bit greasy.

Fujiwara Yu forced himself to swallow the not-so-tasty pasta. It didn't make sense for something prepared by someone else to be left over, which made his stomach feel uncomfortable.

He stood up and offered to help clear the dishes. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and prepared to wash them, but Judy stopped him.

"Mr. Clare, you are a guest, how can I..."

"My hands are already wet, don't worry Miss Judy."

"Okay then. Thank you for your help."

Judy stood at the kitchen door and did not leave. She held her chin and thought about how to get the things back. If she reached out to take it directly, he would definitely feel it, right?

She thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered Claire's reaction when he saw the photo when she walked in. A bad idea came to her mind. She quickly seized the opportunity and walked into the kitchen. Under Claire's slightly surprised gaze, she took out a blue apron and put it on him directly.

"Miss Judy you!"

"Don't move, or your shirt will get wet and it will be very uncomfortable."

“…”

Fujiwara Yu swallowed what he wanted to say, frowned and quickened his work. He had never had such intimate behavior with an unfamiliar member of the opposite sex, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Judy raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and quickly took out the thing hidden in her pocket and put it into her own pocket. She was not in a hurry to see what it was, but from the weight it was not difficult to judge that it was a folded piece of letter paper or something like that.

After completing this task, she no longer needed to pretend to tie an apron for others. She casually tied a bow and turned back to the living room, ready to find a talk show to pass the time.

After quickly finishing the dishes, Fujiwara Yuu took off his apron with a blue heart pattern on it with a look of disdain. It was obviously a couple's item. With a blank expression, he took out the alcohol disinfectant spray and sprayed himself all over. As he stepped out of the kitchen, he heard a noise coming from the entrance. It seemed that a certain FBI agent had gone off duty.

"Xiu, how's it going?"

Judy dropped the remote control in her hand when she heard the voice. She quickly stepped forward to inquire about the result of the task. Considering that there was another CIA in the room, she even moved closer to the two of them and whispered to them.

Fujiwara Yu sat calmly on the sofa and picked up the remote control. With the help of the medium, he could easily hear the conversation between the two just by sitting in the living room. He couldn't help but show a slightly smug expression on his face, which was rare.

——"She disguised herself like that to lure me out and get rid of me. Unfortunately, we already knew that the silver-haired killer died in the early hours of last night. Her plan failed, and she was shot twice."

Huh? So the FBI already knew the Silver-Haired Killer was a fake.

Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows. In that case, there was no need for him to bother investigating Sharon Wynyard. From this sentence, it was not difficult to determine that Sharon, Chris and Vermouth were the same person.

It's quite interesting to have three interviews with one person.

— “You let her get away?”

——"Well, that's a pity. Putting that aside, did the person inside ask you any questions?"

Fujiwara Yu didn't expect the topic to shift to himself so quickly. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He had wanted to get more information about Vermouth from the FBI, but it seemed that this was not going to work.

——"Don't worry, he didn't ask anything. Even if he did, I would just brush it off."

--"Um."

Fujiwara Yuu heard footsteps coming up behind him. He pretended not to hear anything and stood up and said teasingly:

"You two are really in love. Don't you forget to whisper a few words at the door when you get home?"

"If you are envious, go find one yourself." Shuichi Akai's ability to retort was developed long ago in the organization. The man codenamed Bourbon always disliked him. Fortunately, he had a good relationship with the man codenamed Scotland, and sometimes they would make appointments to smoke a cigarette together.

It's also quite interesting to "exclude" a non-smoker in this way.

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