"Kudo, are you doubting my identity?"
Conan Edogawa was stunned when he heard this. He scratched his cheek awkwardly. To be honest, he did suspect that Sosuke Takagi's identity was not that simple. Now that he was asked so directly, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
But he chose not to lie. He, always straightforward, nodded and admitted his suspicion:
"Well, but I believe that Brother Yingsi is not a bad person. Since you like Sherlock Holmes, he can't be a bad person!"
"...You are really a big fan of Sherlock Holmes." Fujiwara Yu's mouth twitched slightly. Of course, he knew very well that the second half of the sentence was just what Kudo Shinichi wanted to adjust the atmosphere, not that he really agreed with this sentence.
"That's natural." Edogawa Conan thought of the two men in black who had turned him into a child. He frowned and brought the topic back on track: "Brother Yingsi, can you tell me who those two men in black are?"
Fujiwara Yu did not choose to hide it. He had the right to let Kudo Shinichi know the other party's identity. After all, only by making Kudo aware of the danger of the organization could he better protect him as the son of destiny.
He put away the faint smile on his face and his expression became serious:
"The two men in black you came into contact with belong to the same mysterious organization. I haven't yet found out the name of the organization, but I can tell you their code names within the organization."
"Operation codename?"
"Well, this organization is divided into grassroots members and code members. Those with code names abandon their real names. For example, the slightly sturdy man wearing sunglasses is called Vodka, and the silver-haired man who fed you the medicine is called Gin. They are both code members of the organization, and their status is much higher than the grassroots."
Conan Edogawa tried hard to digest this information. Vodka and gin. Even though he was a minor and didn't know much about alcohol, these two names were among the six base liquors. Did it mean that they were more important to the organization?
He thought of the new poison he was forced to drink, and said urgently:
"Brother Yingsi, do you know who developed the poison? I really don't want to be a primary school student anymore!"
"I have a guess as to who developed the poison, but I can't be sure yet. However... if you don't want to be Edogawa Conan, you only have the second option."
"What is it?" Edogawa Conan showed surprise. As long as he didn't become an elementary school student, anything would be fine. He was really going crazy following a group of kids to school every day, solving cases beside Uncle Maori, and acting silly and cute.
Fujiwara Yuu played with the lighter in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said ruthlessly:
"I'll help you apply for the FBI Witness Protection Program. With your parents' connections, it should be easy to get approved. From now on, you can only live in the United States. If you want to return to Japan... you can only wait until the organization is eliminated."
"FBI witness protection? No, Brother Takashi, you know what I mean, I don't want to leave Japan!" Edogawa Conan became anxious instantly. He knew very well that it could take a long time to wipe out the organization. If he didn't wipe it out, he would never be able to return to Japan in his life.
How can he meet up with Xiaolan? And how can he meet up with his friends in Japan?
Fujiwara Yuu put the lighter in his pocket. He picked up the fruit plate prepared by Miyano Akemi, picked up an apple that had been cut into the shape of a rabbit, narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully:
"Kudo, stop throwing a tantrum. You want to regain your identity and live here honestly. It's impossible to have the best of both worlds at this stage. So, have you made your choice?"
Edogawa Conan was no idiot, so he naturally understood what was meant by this sentence. So, was he being targeted by this mysterious organization? If the organization discovered that he was still alive, it would affect more than just those around him.
Anyone who comes into contact with Edogawa Conan and Kudo Shinichi may die.
Because such a cruel organization would not be so bored as to spend time screening "uninformed people". In their eyes, it is more convenient to kill all those who may know the truth. They would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.
Yes, now is not the time to be naive, shouldn’t we have thought it through earlier?
Conan Edogawa hung his head in frustration. He knew from the beginning that he was involved in a tricky matter, but he still held a glimmer of fantasy in his heart.
Now that the fantasy is shattered, it is time to face reality seriously.
"Brother Takashi, I will not accept the witness protection program. I will hide my identity well." Edogawa Conan said seriously that he would play the role of an elementary school student well.
Fujiwara Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want the Son of Fortune to fall into the hands of the FBI. He would feel most at ease if such a key figure stayed by his side.
He smiled and stuffed the rabbit-shaped apple into Edogawa Conan's mouth, and said in a light tone:
"Then just act like a good child. I have to say you have inherited a lot of Ms. Yukiko's good genes."
Conan Edogawa chewed the apple in his mouth in confusion. He wanted to refute something, but when he thought of his previous actions, he just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it. It was really embarrassing.
However, just as he lowered his head, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but look up and ask:
"Brother Yingsi, you are not an ordinary policeman, right?"
"Well, then what do you think I am?" Fujiwara Yu admitted very generously.
Conan Edogawa held his chin and thought seriously. The first thing he mentioned just now was not the protection provided by the Japanese police. Could it be that Brother Takashi's real identity was an FBI investigator?
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