Ke Xue world is not scientific

After Yusuke Suzuki's words, Shiro Umetani and Hideo Kasahara were a little hung up on their faces.

Eino Kasahara, who originally thought that he would succeed this time, wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted by Shiro Umetani.

"Kasahara, don't say any more, next."

Hearing this, the expression on Hideo Kasahara's face can be described in two words.

Finished.

The third and final experimental massage chair was by Masaki Hiramatsu, the same person who had previously refused to let Yusuke Suzuki and them in.

"What is this?"

"Are you going to destroy the monster?"

Hearing the complaint, Osamu Nakano also had an association in his mind, "Speaking of which, it seems that my son's toys have this kind of thing in them."

Yusuke Suzuki watched from the doorway, smoking a cigarette by the way.

This massage chair is relatively ultra-modern, wrapped in a helmet, and shaped like a cartoon robot.

As the machine starts, the capsule that wraps around Maori Kogoro's body begins to inflate.

Then the confused detective made that reverie again, more exaggerated than before.

"How would it know I wanted to massage there?"

While enjoying himself, Maori Kogoro also asked the question in his heart.

"Because the biggest feature of this business AIMS is this," Masaki Hiramatsu was quite proud, "The microcomputer sensor will find out the fatigue of the body and massage it with the most appropriate intensity."

Yusuke Suzuki was a little surprised to hear this, compared with the two massage chairs before, it was already a design of two eras.

The microcomputer sensor in the mouth of Masaki Hiramatsu can actually 'find' the fatigue of the body, and the software program can also control the massager to adapt the corresponding optimal intensity.

It's not easy.

Of course, the premise is that this Hiramatsu Masaki is not here to brainwash his boss and draw cakes.

Hideo Kasahara wanted to pick and choose, trying not to make his colleagues feel better, "It seems that the performance seems to be quite good, but it should cost a lot of manufacturing costs, right?"

"No," explains Masaki Hiramatsu, "the new ideas are just computer programs, and the rest is almost all based on the old skeleton, so the production cost should be less than half of the one you developed."

In a word, he was directly silent to Kasahara Hidemugan.

Yusuke Suzuki leaned against the door frame, squinting.

Computer programs....

He suddenly moved his mind, this Hiramatsu Masaki is still very young, and his ability in software development seems to be very good, or should he pull this guy into the organization as a happy worker?

At this time, after seeing Maori Kogoro's feedback, his heart was slightly settled, and Shiro Umetani, who looked much better, excused himself to leave.

"Next, I'm going to have a drink and think about which one to mass-produce, Mr. Mori, just enjoy it."

The president walked past Yusuke Suzuki and smiled kindly at him.

Sayo la-la.

Yusuke Suzuki has already tacitly accepted that this is the last side.

Next, it is necessary to verify whether the program is really as good as Masaki Hiramatsu said.

He walked into the house, and the confused detective was still enjoying it.

"It's so comfortable that I'm almost falling asleep."

Mao Lilan was dissatisfied, "Dad, you will hinder everyone's work like this." "

But at the moment, the three heads of the R&D department don't have the heart to care about this, and which massage chair Shiro Umetani will choose for mass production is a foregone conclusion."

Masaki Hiramatsu was domineering and left after the taunt.

The confused detective saw that the atmosphere was not very harmonious, left the massage chair and planned to leave, and also opened his mouth to comfort Hideo Kasahara.

Who knew that this guy actually pointed at Maori Kogoro and Suzuki Yusuke and shouted, "It's all to blame on you!" It's all your fault! My product will definitely not pass the president! "

Calm down, Mr. Kasahara," Yusuke Suzuki gently pressed the other's hand, "I think our opinion is already very pertinent." "

You..."

Kasahara Hideki shook his hand angrily and left the scene directly.

He originally wanted to force two more sentences, but the pressure that young man gave him was great, and he didn't dare to continue to be a demon.

In an instant, the only stranger left in the room was Osamu Nakano, a good old man who had been very kind so far.

"Teacher, let's experience this massage chair too."

Yusuke Suzuki was also not polite and sat on the massage chair with one butt.

"You'll love it," Maori Kogoro danced, "that feels so unspeakable, it's so comfortable!" "

Lie down and go.

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly felt like falling into the clouds, but he did not feel a very strong stimulus, but his body was still very comfortable.

It was as if there were several pairs of delicate hands kneading and kneading on him, stop-and-go.

The more this happened, the more convinced he was that the software developed by Masaki Hiramatsu was really something.

Because he was different from Maori Kogoro, his young and powerful body hardly had muscle fatigue.

If the massage chair still treats him like a massage, his evaluation will be lowered.

But the reality is that the massage chair does sense that his muscles are not tired and opts for a gentle manner similar to stroking and pressing.

Seeing that Yusuke Suzuki had no extra performance other than a relaxed expression, Maori Kogoro was a little curious, "Yusuke, what do you feel?" Could it be that what I just experienced was an illusion?

"No, it's very comfortable, teacher, you think too much."

Soon, the preset massage time is over, and the gas in the capsule is instantly discharged.

After he got up, he actually felt that his body was a little fluttery, and when he moved his body, his muscles seemed to be really much more relaxed.

Yusuke Suzuki has already decided, if nothing else, just this massage chair, he will find a way to get it back.

As for Masaki Hiramatsu, this guy has the resources of a murderer, and I don't know if his level is worth it for Yusuke Suzuki to take him from the police.

Let's get in touch and understand, but it's not very suitable.

After all, not only did he not have a deep understanding of software development, but he also had a conflict with others.

The first impression is not good, and it is difficult to meet alone and want to talk about the truth.

Moreover, he did not have to win over this person.

After Yusuke Suzuki finished the experience, he pulled Maori Lan to experience it again.

As a result, the beautiful girl blushed and forced herself not to make any sound.

A bit ill-considered.

Yusuke Suzuki secretly turned off the massage chair.

Let's let Maori Lan experience this thing after getting it back to Tokyo, and give her a separate space when the time comes.

Just as he was thinking about it, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Conan climbing the table.

Yusuke Suzuki directly picked up Conan and helped him get to the table.

"What do you want to do?"

Conan hesitated, "I want to see these knives, brother Yusuke." "

Conan, don't play pranks..." Mao Lilan straightened his clothes and walked over, his face flushed, "These knives are dangerous."

"Indeed, they are all real knives."

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at it, the standard knives of various countries and troops, as well as knives produced by major field brands, were almost there.

He suddenly wanted to buy a butterfly knife....