After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Poirot Cafe.

The light aroma of coffee beans ground into powder and the aroma of roasting are mixed together, and the richness seems to surround everyone who enters here from top to bottom.

Matsushiro Kazuki was nestled on the sofa with a cup of coffee, lazily slumped into a ball, moving his left wrist one after another.

When Wujo Satoru was a child, he was still a godlike outsider, and when he was a little bastard inside, he liked to sit spread out like this when no one was around.

Very unsettled.

Now Kazuki Matsushiro is paralyzed on the stool following his example, and finally understands that this posture is so wonderful that in the next second, he will be covered with a blanket and hugged with a pillow, and he will be able to fall asleep directly in the next second.

It is really a good choice for fishing and a good resource for taking a nap.

He couldn't help but yawned again, put down his coffee cup and stretched his wrist.

The researcher's shell is brittle, and although the explosive power is strong, the sequelae come quickly. For example, now, his two hands that directly strangled Kudo Shin's jaw are a little numb.

Sitting across from them were two drug A users who looked like primary school students.

Conan Edogawa saw that the man who climbed over the wall with his bare hands flexibly landed on his jaw and caught the anesthesia needle more than ten minutes ago was overmoving his joints, and angrily forked a large piece of cake.

He just nestled on the opposite side, looking thin and thin, and his combat power was at most only a quarter of a goose.

The part of the wrist exposed from the sleeve showed the outline of bones, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the fork were well defined.The nails are neatly trimmed, and the skin color of the fingertips is even. Only the side of the right middle finger has a thin callus from years of writing.

Not a pair of hands that can do heavy work or have been trained to do it.

"Talk," Matsushiro Kazuki sat across from him and moved his fingers for a long time, looking at Hui Yuan Ai inexplicably, and suddenly turned back, "Didn't you ask me to come with you? You asked me to come here to let him eat cake? "

The "he" Matsushiro Kazuki said of course refers to Conan who just angrily ate several mouthfuls of cake beside him.

Conan was inexplicably cueed, and looked up at Kazuki Matsushiro.

"Trans fatty acids." He suddenly changed his gaze and said earnestly, "The fat formed after eating may not be digested for a lifetime."

Conan who just took a big bite of cream: ...

Thank you, the cream in my mouth is suddenly not fragrant.

"However, after taking the antidote of APTX4869, I don't know if the energy you ingested in the childhood state will increase when you restore your original body," Matsushiro Kazuki added the rest of the sentence with a smile, "If you can, From the perspective of energy intake, it is really worth it.”

"Wait..." Conan caught the key word and suddenly raised his head, "You mean the antidote?"

Does the person in front of him who immediately calls them "APTX4869 users" have an antidote?

He only knew that this person was probably related to the black organization, but Huiyuan obviously didn't want to mention the other inside information that day, and he didn't force him to ask.

"Let me introduce," Huiyuan sat aside with folded arms, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy. "This is the most promising researcher in the black organization who has researched APTX4869."

"Didn't you say that you are the researcher of APTX4869?" Conan was taken aback when he heard that, "Then he..."

"So once," Matsushiro Kazuki nodded at him, "I have been away from the organization for nearly ten years."

"I thought it was a business trip." Hui Yuanai quickly answered.

"Generally speaking, business trips within the organization will be considered to be dealt with by default, right?" Matsushiro Kazuki blinked, as if it was a matter of course.

"Then why..." Conan was halfway through speaking, remembering his previous skills, and decisively swallowed the next sentence back into his throat.

Now it seems obvious how he escaped from the organization.With the ability to catch his anesthesia needle out of thin air, there's no way he can dodge it.

The amount of information revealed in the previous few sentences is simply astonishing. As a researcher who once hoped to develop drugs, what is required for drugs to be directly processed by the organization, and what has he been doing in the past ten years? Where does the skill come from, and what is his purpose in finding the second APTX4869 researcher?

"So you came to us because..." Conan pondered for a moment, and chose the gentlest question, "Haihara also developed APTX4869?"

"The same cannot be said."

"Not a drug."

The two spoke at the same time with a tacit understanding.

Hui Yuanai pursed his lips again, and Matsushiro Kazuki continued: "Miyano's research and mine should not be in the same direction. From the current point of view, we should not be researching the same drug."

"They are all based on the research direction of the first version of the data, but there is too little remaining information about the first version of the drug. Research in different directions will lead to different results. Insufficient clinical trials will lead to uncontrollable variables. Even the same drug will have different results. The result." A string of uncommon medical words that Conan couldn't understand came out of his mouth.

"For example, the APTX4869 in the hands of the organization now, so as far as I know, this kind of drug was used as poison in the organization at the beginning," he circled around Conan meaningfully, "But in fact, because of the drug Due to the particularity of the principle, people with different physiques have different drug resistances, so the effects will be different."

"Most people can't bear the ingredients in the drug that induce a large amount of necrosis, and they will die on the spot. Those who can withstand cell necrosis may not be able to meet the appropriate amount of abnormally active telomerase, and they will die quickly," said Kazuki Matsushiro Thoughtful, "So from a certain point of view, you two should buy a lottery ticket to compare when you can withstand cell necrosis and encounter an appropriate amount of abnormally active telomerase, so that your physical condition can return to ten years ago." suitable."

Edogawa Conan:?

He was a little dizzy from this long paragraph of medical terms, but the researcher in front of him was explaining the principle of APTX4869 to him just now?

"Of course," Kazuki Matsushiro continued to spread his hands, "As a researcher, Miyano must know more about the clinical effects of drugs than I do." I just came to this conclusion based on observation. "

He couldn't help but follow Kazuki Matsushiro's eyes to look at Haibara.

Hui Yuanai frowned slightly: "Most of what you said is correct."

"But something went wrong with the research," the researcher said suddenly, "all the researchers who have consulted the first version of the data and are planning to conduct research related to APTX4869, the initial research expectation is not to make poisons, nor to research shrinking drugs."

"You have been following the research progress of APTX4869 in the ten years since you left the organization?" She asked suddenly.

Hooked.

Matsushiro Kazuki let out a long breath in his heart.

All the research institutes were blown up, and all APTX4869-related researchers are expected to face stricter scrutiny. At this time, it is more efficient to return to the Black Organization to investigate than directly ask the people who defected from the Black Organization for relevant information.

In order to obtain the situation within the organization, the first step must be to gain Hui Yuan Ai's trust.

As a researcher, his greatest purpose is nothing more than to complete the research, and his greatest value is nothing more than the professionalism that he almost researched APTX4869.

For this, he needs to create a consistent camp that is as hostile to the black organization as Hui Yuanai.

Kazuki Matsushiro crossed his legs and leaned back: "As a researcher who is one step away from developing a drug, is it strange to pay attention to these things for ten years?"

"It's not surprising." Hui Yuanai pondered for a while, but the expression on his face eased a bit.

She has never sent APTX4869 to human clinical trials, and all previous research on the effects of drug experiments were conducted on mice.

The Black Organization internally uses it as an instant death drug that leaves no trace, and they don't know anything about the fact that users who take it will become smaller within a certain probability.

It has not been long since she defected to the organization. According to the inertia of thinking, the target group who are looking for Sydney in the organization should still be adult women in their 20s, and will not directly transfer to the age group of seven or eight-year-old girls.

But the drug A researcher in front of him ten years ago is different. His target users from the beginning are children around seven or eight years old.

She has the absolute right to speak in the project team, and she is confident that everyone except her will not have a deeper understanding of drugs than her.

All APTX4869-related research institutes are now completely destroyed, and it is completely impossible for the black organization to come up with such a detailed drug principle in such a short period of time.

Hui Yuanai lowered her arms that she had been holding all along, and took a sip of the fruit tea in front of her.

From a psychological point of view, this is an action to let go of your psychological guard.

[Okay,] Kazuki Matsushiro heaved a sigh of relief, and turned off the long list of medical documents projected in front of him by the system, [More content is not in a hurry today. 】

Although some of the nomination certificates have been handed over, it is obviously impossible to directly cut into the topic today.

He must leave enough time for Miyano Shi to think and plan.

Matsushiro Kazuki casually tore a piece of note paper from the side, lowered his head and wrote a series of numbers: "This is my connection..."

He originally wanted to leave Hui Yuan Ai's contact information so that she could contact him after she made up her mind.

Just as he was about to finish writing this string of numbers, he suddenly caught a strangely familiar figure with his back facing them on the round table in the middle of the coffee shop.

"Hello, this is a black forest and two pieces of red velvet." The coffee shop waiter put down the dessert plate, and there was a sound of the bottom of the light ceramic tray colliding with the glass table.

He turned slightly sideways.

Haibara and Conan seemed surprisingly familiar with the layout of this cafe, and the location they chose at the beginning was the seat under the cover of the corner porch of the cafe.

Generally speaking, people who enter the coffee shop will not pay attention to this place. After sitting down, their figures are completely blocked by the porch, and they can't find that there are three people sitting here.

But this familiar figure is Gojo Satoru.

If he is wrong, no one will be wrong about Gojo Satoru.

Kazuki Matsushiro suddenly crumpled up the half-written post-it note, and through the voice of the waiter, he changed his words in a low voice: "I will contact you in a few days."

Gojo Satoru likes looking for dessert shops all over Tokyo. Although Polo Cafe has the name of a coffee shop, there are a lot of desserts on the menu. It is not surprising that he will appear here.

But did he notice that he was also in this coffee shop?

Before he left, what he said to Nitzi was that he went to find the knotweed. Did Gojo Satoru come from the Kyoto school or from the knotweed?