People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

"Potter, let's make an appointment with the old place.

"Okay.

After a brief conversation with Vodka, Fujiwara went to the park.

In the past, Gin was always waiting for him in that park.

This time only vodka came.

The familiar windows were rolled down, and the rear row was empty, and Fujiwara was still a little unaccustomed to it for the rest of his life.

I was about to leave, but I turned around and asked, "What's wrong with Gin?" "

Oh, boss, he's fine." "

Hehe, you'll shrug your nose when you lie. "

Well, the boss is injured, it's a stray bullet. "

Hurt again?

This injury frequency is a bit high, isn't Gin a little back.

Fujiwara Yusheng pursed his lips: "Okay, I'll take the medicine." "

Should I say it or not, the organization is good at this, and the discipline is very good, after all, it is all about licking blood on the tip of the knife.

Of course, the rest of Fujiwara is an exception.

After getting the medicine, Fujiwara Yusheng hurriedly returned home.

This thing has to be dismantled under the supervision of Gray Plains.

In the afternoon, he directly took Ashi Hara, who had left class, and Hiroki Sawada back home.

Then he called a helicopter directly to the Fujiwara Foundation.

On the plane, the position was not enough, and Ash Hara could only be held in his arms by Fujiwara for the rest of his life.

After a short ten minutes, the destination arrived.

Yokohama.

Fujiwara Foundation.

Fujiwara Yusheng took out one of the two pills from the box in his arms.

Gin was still given two for the sake of Fujiwara's face for the rest of his life.

Drugs are rare, and since Shiho Miyano is gone, drug research has almost come to a standstill.

The medicine in hand is not enough to make ends meet.

Use one less than one grain.

Fujiwara has one left for the rest of his life, and no one knows when this thing will work wonders.

And only one was used for research.

It was a long afternoon in the lab.

The data is parsed.

Hiroki Sawada collected the data with Noah.

Got the big data from it.

Everyone was ecstatic, and Watanabe Daiku and Zhao Sen cried with joy, but suddenly remembered that this thing could not be published as an academic paper.

They were a little depressed.

Fujiwara also knew that it was not easy for these two people, and he comforted: "This matter is very important to me, don't be anxious about the two of you, you will have what you should have." "

It's not about drawing a pie.

Fame and fortune, of course, Fujiwara can give a lot of benefits for the rest of his life, and they are also very satisfied.

There is enough money to do experiments, and I can't ask for them.

Fujiwara Yusei also explained that they can collect some of it as their own results and publish a paper collaboratively, without any problem.

And after an excerpt from Gray Plains, no important parts will be revealed.

However, just such a little information is shocking enough, after all, it is a data scrap of a suspected rejuvenating drug.

The tip of the iceberg is essentially the iceberg itself, it's just not dug enough.

Sawada Hiroki secretly smacked his tongue while analyzing: "I don't know what Sister Gray Yuan's head is made of, but she can make such a powerful thing." Gray

Yuan Wai was very happy, but his face was still calm: "It's just a little meaning." "

Tsundere!"

Fujiwara snickered.

Gray Yuan immediately raised his chin and snorted.

In order to allow Hiroki Sawada to devote himself wholeheartedly, he directly lent him the equipment next to the laboratory for transfer.

I don't know when this busy work will end.

Hiroki Sawada also exerted his tireless spirit, saying that if he doesn't rest, he really won't rest, and he has been staying in front of the computer from time to time correcting Noah's analysis algorithm process with two doctors.

Fujiwara was a little bored for the rest of his life, and the excitement of getting the conclusion just passed all of a sudden, and Gray Hara's face was full of anticipation.

He understands and understands that these geniuses and scientists are so obsessed with sleep and food in their fields, and he really admires them.

The feeling of getting some kind of argument out of the unknown is a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

For example, solving math problems.

He knows it well.

For nearly an hour, the three of them stood motionless in front of the computer, their fingers "crackling" on the keyboard.

Gray Yuan Ai found out that Fujiwara was bored and even wanted to doze off for the rest of his life, and she could understand that this kind of person who didn't understand was indeed like reading a book from heaven.

"Do you want to go out for a walk

?" "Hmm, is that okay?"

"I believe in them. "

I'm a little hungry, let's go out for a meal." "

Uh-huh. "

...

on the street.

The breeze was crisp, and the streets were filled with the strong scent of flowers.

It is the season of revival of all things, and it is normal.

The two were still looking for a place to eat, when a dark cloud suddenly gathered in the sky.

It's going to rain.

I bought an umbrella casually, and Fujiwara Yusheng and Gray Yuan walked on the road with an umbrella.

I finally saw a shop I had never seen before.

It reads a hot pot restaurant in a certain city in China.

Eating a hot pot on a rainy day can probably warm up your body.

The trouser legs were a little muddy, and Gray Yuan was held in her arms, because the skirt she was wearing was inconvenient when it was wet, so she could only hold it.

As soon as the two of them entered the store, the waiter at the door greeted them.

The waiter is a neon man.

Very typical waiter.

While smiling, he led Fujiwara Yusheng and Gray Yuan Ai inside, and introduced their set menu.

Fujiwara Yusheng said with a smile: "Let's have a mandarin duck pot, there are two kinds of bases, spicy pot spicy base, and tomato soup pot base in clear soup pot." The

waiter was stunned, thinking to himself how this little brother knew more than me.

The neon people who usually come here to eat hot pot basically come once and will not come again, because they are not used to eating.

And these are very knowledgeable about Chinese cuisine, repeat customers, and she does not have the impression of the rest of Fujiwara's life.

Although Fujiwara looks like a Chinese, his neon accent is very pure, so he should have come for the first time, maybe he went to study in China.

In less than a moment.

The two opened a private room with the waiter, and the wall of the private room was hung with a large picture of the welcome pine.

With this familiar table and chair furnishings, Fujiwara seems to have been pulled back to the Huaguo self-service hot pot restaurant where he had eaten before.

Authentic.

The dishes were served one after another, and Gray Yuan looked at the hairy belly, chicken, duck and goose meat, as well as the pudding that was delivered, and fell into deep thought.

She really hasn't eaten Huaguo's

hot pot! But it looks delicious, and the last time Fujiwara Yu Sheng made her a spicy hotpot, strictly speaking, it is not a hot pot.

"You try.

Fujiwara Yu Sheng Shabu a piece of clear soup pot of hairy belly fed to Gray Yuan Ai, Gray Yuan Ai was a little disgusted, but hesitated, looking at Fujiwara Yu Sheng's expectant eyes, she frowned and opened her cherry mouth:

"Just eat

a small piece!" She bit her teeth lightly on the hairy belly, and the small white teeth were slightly forced, and a small piece fell into her mouth.

When I thought of that taste, it didn't appear, but a faint milky aroma mixed with the sour taste of tomatoes.

Gray

Yuan looked at the chopsticks that had not been retracted, and "Ahh

"Who just said to eat only a small piece. "

Who said that, it's not me anyway!" Gray

Yuan pursed his lips arrogantly, and rolled his watery eyes unconvinced.

From not daring to lower my mouth at the beginning, I became holding chopsticks in my hand and drawing a scoop of gourds, and I was happy to eat.