Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Fujiwara Yuto certainly noticed the abnormality of Pramiya, but he just laughed and continued to fan the flames: "Ms. Lisa, you actually owe me a life."

Pramiya looked at him expressionlessly: "Oh, what do you mean?"

"Because I was the one who placed the bomb in the villa and destroyed it myself. If I had activated the explosive device after you entered the villa... hehe."

When he said the last sentence, Fujiwara Yuto had a nonchalant and playful look on his face. His eyes were half-closed, revealing a hint of danger, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was lazy and provocative.

Pramiya's expression instantly turned gloomy, and her eyes stared at the man opposite like a poisonous snake. She really wanted to pull out a gun and blow his head off.

But Pramya resisted her impulse.

Knowing her identity, Fujiwara Yuto was still provoking her. Why was he so unscrupulous? Could it be that he had something else to rely on?

...After all, this person has a close relationship with Sakurai Izumi and belongs to the same organization. Maybe he has some special abilities?

Seeing that Pramiya didn't respond and just stared at him gloomily, Fujiwara Yuto smiled and spread his hands: "Hey, don't be nervous, I'm just joking. In fact, I want to thank you."

Fujiwara Yuto chuckled and said, "It was obviously my job to set up and detonate the explosion, but in the end, Ms. Lisa took the blame for me. Even Sakurai didn't realize the truth of the matter. I really feel sorry for it."

Although he said he felt sorry, there was no trace of guilt on his face.

Pramiya's face became increasingly gloomy, as if water could drip out of it. Her sharp eyes were fixed on Fujiwara Yuto. After being silent for several seconds, she spoke coldly, "Is that what you want to say?"

"Ah, by the way, there's one more thing."

Fujiwara Yuto seemed to be completely unaware of the low pressure at the scene. He leaned slightly towards her as if nothing had happened, widened his eyes, lowered his voice, and said excitedly: "It was you who actually blew up the Black Cat Agency last night, right?"

No way, I don't know which damn bastard put the blame on her again!

Pramiya was extremely angry, but she suppressed her anger. She just raised her eyebrows slightly, put on a haughty expression, and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Fujiwara Yuto laughed when he heard this, nodded and praised: "Well done!"

Pramya was stunned for a moment.

Wait, why is it that from just now on, Fujiwara Yuto's behavior seems to be extremely incompatible with Sakurai Izumi, and he has been trying every means to avoid Sakurai Izumi?

But aren't he and Sakurai Izumi in the same group? Aren't they part of the same organization? What's going on?

The two of them confronted each other for a long time before Fujiwara Yuto spoke leisurely, "I see doubt in your eyes, ma'am. Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

However, Pramiya just looked at him with confusion and caution, and said nothing.

The two of them stared at each other in a stalemate for a moment, and it was Fujiwara Yuto who broke the silence first.

He still had that careless smile on his face, but his eyes were sharper and more serious: "Ms. Lisael, you should have verified the quality of those medicines, how do you feel? What do you think?"

After getting the potion, Pramiya first randomly selected a poor person for verification. After confirming the efficacy of the potion, she killed the person and destroyed the body. With this experiment, she was confident that she dared to sell the potion on the dark web.

She originally just tried to list the high price she thought it would be, but she didn’t expect that even at 1 million yen per bottle, all of them were sold out in less than 20 seconds. This shows that the popularity and market demand of this thing far exceeded her imagination.

Pramiya sneered: "If you die, I believe the things in my hand will be more valuable."

But her threats only earned Fujiwara Yuto's extremely disdainful shake of his head, and he said in a sarcastic tone, "This is unbelievable! You only want those broken eggs when you are guarding me, the goose that lays golden eggs? The famous Pramya turns out to have such a short-sighted vision. It's hard to imagine how you have managed to survive after running around in various countries in Europe and Asia for so many years? Is it just the shitty luck that God has given you?"

Pramiya's hand was already tightly grasping the handle of the gun. She said coldly, "How I survived is irrelevant. Fujiwara Yuto, what you should worry about now is how to get out of this store alive."

Fujiwara Yuto glanced at her, then turned to look at the police car parked almost outside the store.

Pramiya sneered, "They are just a few useless policemen. Do you expect them to be your amulets? Don't forget, Mr. Fujiwara Yuto, you are also a wanted target by all the major forces in Tokyo. I think they are more determined to get you than me."

As she spoke, she looked at the man opposite her with ill intent: "You might as well guess, how much benefit can I get if I hand you over to them?"

Fujiwara Yuto's shoulders trembled slightly, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and then a few muffled laughs escaped from his throat.

He quickly covered his mouth and face with both hands, but intermittent, suppressed laughter still came out from between his fingers, and the corners of his eyes turned slightly red from trying to hold back his laughter. His body was slightly bent because of trying to hold back his laughter, and his teeth were biting his lower lip tightly, but he still couldn't stop the laughter from overflowing, and his laughter was filled with undisguised ridicule and disdain.

Pramiya's face was gloomy, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her cold gaze with murderous intent fell on him without any concealment.

After a while, Fujiwara Yuto finally controlled his emotions, let out a long sigh, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes that overflowed from holding back laughter, and said with emotion and in a mature manner: "Oh, the last time I laughed so hard was probably more than 20 years ago. Oh, it really makes me miss it."

Pramya looked at him suspiciously.

What does this mean?

According to the information she found, Fujiwara Yuto was less than 30 years old.

Come to think of it, for someone so young to be able to independently develop such an incredible potion as the Rejuvenation Potion, this guy is really too talented.

Fujiwara Yuto seemed to have thought of something, his expression became serious, and he stared at the ceiling in a trance for a long time before he spoke again: "Ms. Lisael, how much do you know about the organization I work for?"

Pramiya: ...

She had tried to investigate, but the information she obtained was not much. She only knew that this was a mysterious international criminal organization that originated in Japan and mainly operated in Asia, the United Kingdom and the United States. The code names of the core members of the organization were all wine names, such as Sakurai Izumi's "Merlot".

It was said that the man standing in front of her, although he had developed a drug that could turn back the aging process, did not seem to have a code name. Was Fujiwara Yuto not actually a core member of the organization?

Could it be that in the organization, those who can obtain the wine code names must be people with special abilities like Sakurai Izumi? !

Fujiwara Yuto was obviously just asking casually, not expecting Pramia to answer, and continued: "I have some inside information here, maybe you will be interested."