Conan: Peppermint Beluga

Tokyo in August is the hottest time, but even in the scorching sun, you can still see company employees in heavy suits hurrying on the streets.

Even if the lined shirt inside is soaked with sweat, it is reluctant to take off the suit jacket, which is the norm in Japan/this summer.

All year round, regardless of whether it is cold or warm, the social animals always wear their suits, as if their wages will go up.

Matsuda is sitting on a bench outside the convenience store, holding a ガリガリ-kun in his hand. This is his favorite popsicle. The taste of soda is very refreshing, and the price of 75 yen is very affordable.

It is really the most painful thing to have to do tasks in this weather.

He got up and walked to the alley next to him, saw the Porsche 356A parked there, Matsuda walked over with a popsicle, and saw Gin coming down from the passenger seat.

The most terrifying thing about Gin is that in such a hot weather, he can still wear a windbreaker and a hat. Even the long hair in Matsuda's eyes is one of the main culprits of heat absorption.

Really not hot? Matsuda looked down at his outfit, a black short-sleeved T-shirt and washed-colored jeans, this was the correct outfit.

It's really hard work on vodka, I'm afraid I don't have to work with gin, and I wear this kind of clothes all year round.

After all—the eldest brother doesn't take off his clothes, and the younger brother can't take off his clothes, no matter how hot or cold he has to carry.

"This is a new type of poison developed by Hashimoto. It is an enhanced version of the previous one. It will die instantly after an attack." Gin took out a box of medicine from his arms and handed it to Matsuda. Tsk sound.

Vodka is a bit greedy, and I can't eat my favorite strawberry-flavored ice cream with my eldest brother, ah.

"Did the toxin dissolve faster?" Matsuda ate the popsicle in one bite, fearing that someone would **** him from him, asked.

"From ten minutes to eight minutes, that's the limit."

"Oh, is that all you need to do with me? There should be other tasks for me, right?"

Jin Jiu lit a cigarette with a smile, and said solemnly, "The data on your body also needs to be updated. Come back to the institute with us."

Matsuda frowned and couldn't resist. Anyway, he had lost the pain now. As long as people don't die, they can experiment on their own bodies.

He also really wanted to figure out what happened to his body. Recently, his hearing has become more and more powerful. Matsuda can already hear the voices of other people whispering from five meters away, and he is often awakened by the night beasts. Go into deep sleep.

"Oh."

Matsuda casually threw the stick left over from the popsicle into the trash can, pulled the back seat of the car, noticed the black leather bag placed at the bottom of the front seat, and asked curiously, "What's inside?"

Vodka, who was about to start the car, smiled and said, "My eldest brother discovered the detonator that I was hiding."

"..."

This guy still hasn't given up on being a blaster?

It is estimated that the 20-minute drive came to Minsen Biopharmaceutical Co., Ltd., and returned here after a lapse of four months, and nothing has changed.

I'm afraid I'll have to live here for a month or two. I can't help it. There are too many items to be tested. The last time I jumped from the fifth floor and my legs were broken, it should have taken two or three months to recover. Self-healing ability, can run and jump normally in five days, and can exercise vigorously after a week.

Hashimoto Taiga is the researcher in charge of this test. The poison he created has been completed, and he can just come to record Matsuda's data if he has nothing to do.

YS human experiment, Hashimoto has heard of it. After Dr. Wall's death, all the research data was taken away by Gin. He has not yet been qualified to try to reproduce the experiment, so he is very interested in Matsuda, a semi-finished experimental subject. interested.

Sometimes he wants him to try the Hashimoto he developed to see if his self-healing ability is faster or if the poison he developed is faster.

After nearly two months, Matsuda finally finished the last item.

According to Hashimoto Okawa, his physical data is indeed more powerful than the last test. While the pain sensation is completely lost, the dynamic vision and hearing are constantly improving. This is indeed good news for Matsuda, who is good at shooting.

There is a good side and a bad side, Hashimoto Taiga looked at the data and said, "This time it's mainly about vision and hearing, and we may continue to improve these two aspects in the future. I don't think there will be much progress in other aspects. The maximum height should be 21 meters, the weak point should be the head, the recovery is relatively slow, and no gunshot wound test has been carried out yet.”

"Through the simulated sound effect test just now, your hearing will infinitely expand the small sounds that ordinary people hear. This naturally has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that you perform tasks and can judge the distance between them and you from the sound of footsteps. You can even hear the breathing and heartbeat of the enemy hiding in the dark within the same spatial range.”

"So now let me tell you what's wrong? You can't set a switch in your ear. It's like sleeping when you are sleepy. You may hear the sounds around you when you lie down. A needle falls on the ground. The sound will expand infinitely, and those small sounds that you can't filter will become noise to you."

Hashimoto Dahe picked up the coffee. He joined the organization just to make money to see a doctor for his wife. In the future, he had the money to buy an island and live incognito with his wife and son. In order to achieve this goal, he could ignore the lives of innocent people and develop poison.

It has been nearly ten years since I came to the organization, and I have seen many people. For the first time, Hashimoto Dahe showed pity in his eyes. The young man in front of him is indeed stronger than ordinary people, but he will also pay a huge price for this strength. .

It's likely that after a while, he won't be able to fall asleep like a normal person - he'll be tortured to death by those noises.

Naturally, he knows his own body best. Matsuda turned his back with a sullen face, and said indifferently, "Oh, thank you for explaining so much to me. If it's okay, I'll go first."

Leaving the laboratory and walking outside, Matsuda could hear a lot of sounds along the way, the sounds of laboratory instruments, the conversations of the researchers, and the sound of the constantly patrolling security shoes touching the tiled floor.

His world became noisy, and Matsuda felt the need to buy himself a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. He fumbled for a mint from his pocket and put it in his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

Hearing the sound behind him, Matsuda stopped, turned around and saw Miyano Shiho who came out of the laboratory. He smelled the smell of honey and milk. In this research institute, she was the only one who drank it.

Miyano Shiho raised his eyes and noticed that Matsuda's exposed left arm was wrapped in bandages. He hadn't seen him for nearly half a year, and he seemed to be much thinner than before.

Walking towards him, Miyano Shiho took a sip from the mug and asked, "Are you injured while performing the mission?"

Matsuda silently hid his left arm sideways where she couldn't see it, and said indifferently: "Forget it, is your recent research still successful?"

Shiho Miyano thought of the recent experiments on mice. Basically, the mice who swallowed the drug died. She shook her head and said, "No, it induces a large number of pathological cells to die, and the new batch of mice is basically poisoned to death. , completely different from the drug I'm trying to develop, the most recent study has failed."

Matsuda didn't know what the direction of the drugs Miyano Shiho developed, but most of them were related to Belmod's secret of eternal youth. He was not interested, and said solemnly, "Well, I'm leaving."

"Don't forget the task I gave you."

"I didn't forget."

Miyano Akimi has always been under the remote monitoring of Matsuda. Since Akai Shuichi's undercover identity was exposed, the number of organizational personnel around her has doubled. The organization unilaterally believed that Akai might appear by Miyano Akimi's side, but in fact it was not. in this way.

Akai Shuichi never appeared, which also led the organization to reduce surveillance personnel, thinking that Miyano Akemi was just being used.

Returning to the apartment where he lived, and opening the bedroom door, Matsuda began to check the latest news about Kudo Shinichi on the computer. Since the case on the plane was solved, he has gradually become active in Tokyo~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although he is not famous at present, he is still quite popular among high school students at least.

Similarly, Matsuda also began to investigate the background of the two.

Kudo Shinichi's father, Kudo Yusaku, is a world-renowned mystery novelist. If there is a father, there must be a son. Presumably, Shinichi's reasoning ability is inherited from his father. His mother, Yukiko Kudo, used to be a famous actress, and Matsuda had a relationship with her in New York.

Maorilan's father, Kogoro Maori, used to be a criminal police officer, but he quit his job nine years ago to become a private detective. Judging from his income, his reasoning ability should be very ordinary. The mother's concubine Yingri is quite famous. She is a lawyer with the title of "Queen of Legal Affairs". She is currently separated from her husband Kogoro Mouri for unknown reasons.

Matsuda had already sent this information to Belmod, and at the same time regularly passed the cases that Kudo Shinichi had solved to her.

Of course, I didn't forget to tell her - that girl named Mao Lilan is a master of karate, she won the second place in the karate competition this year, and her actual combat ability is quite good.

During Matsuda's follow-up process, he witnessed this seemingly weak girl with his fist to cut a small hole in the wall. If the fist hits the head of Kudo Shin, who was joking at the time, it may cause death.

He got up and walked to the balcony that connects the bedroom. The weather is fickle, and the wind at night is cool enough.

I don't know which resident's teeth grinding, the neighbors who haven't slept watching a funny variety show in the living room laughing, the stray cat downstairs turning over the trash can -- all of them are infinitely expanding the volume here in Matsuda.

Matsuda frowned and sneaked into the room, picked up the noise-cancelling headphones he just bought and put them in his ears, barely blocking out the sounds.

He has already started to panic about the days ahead. Sleep well while you can still fall asleep.

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