Chapter 460 Taking a Bath Together

Standing in the room of Mr. Yoshioka and Mrs. Yoshioka in name, Conan tensed up and stared at the middle-aged man who was facing him and locked the door with his hands behind his back.

[What happened? Did he suspect that my identity was wrong when I went to England with Yuji? ]

"Little friend, let's chat."

Taking out the mobile phone from his pocket and throwing it on the bed casually, Yuji yawned and tapped the button on the bedside. After the sound of water and heating came from the bathroom, he turned his head to look at the elementary school student who shrank into the corner.

The room was clean and tidy. The only problem was that there were only the man's own clothes in the closet, but nothing related to the hostess.

Thinking of the woman who had been intimate with the man downstairs before, Conan's head was extremely confused. He shook his head and finally didn't plan to continue thinking.

"In this case, you have to strike first! If you are put, you will know everything."

The right hand suddenly threw out the anesthesia watch. After thousands of times of use, Conan can hit the target's neck in an instant.

"Oh my."

Yuji, who had put on old-age makeup to disguise his middle-aged appearance because his neck was exposed, felt a light tap on it. He raised his head and touched the anesthetic needle stuck in the middle of the silicone and pinched it in his palm.

"This... How is this possible!"

Conan stepped back in shock and stuck to the wall: "This anesthetic needle is a dose that even uncles will sleep for twenty minutes!"

"It seems that disobedient children need to be punished."

He covered his brother's mouth before Conan shouted. Under the other's horrified expression, Yuji pinched the needle and pierced Conan's neck.

After an unknown amount of time, Conan slowly regained consciousness. He felt that he was swaying slowly in a warm ocean, but his breathing was not very fresh, and he regained consciousness.

The palm of his hand was a little dry, but the back of his hand was very moist. The thing touched by his fingertips was slippery and felt like a balloon. The elementary school student slowly opened his eyes and was hurt by the white light facing his face.

"You just woke up, so don't open your eyes so soon."

A familiar voice, but it didn't seem to be coming from beside him. Conan turned his head to the side and saw only a mist. The yellow air bed under his body was quietly floating on the steaming water.

Looking back, he saw a white and smooth back sitting on a wooden stool in front of a mirror and a marble table, applying cream on his head and rubbing it non-stop.

"Don't sit up too hard, be careful not to fall into the swimming pool and choke on water."

Now he was finally sure that the naked man in front of him was his own brother. Thinking of the various scenes before he fainted, Conan pouted helplessly.

"Mr. Yoshioka is you?!"

"Well, if you see me tomorrow, you might guess it directly."

Yuji took a basin of warm water at his feet and suddenly poured it on his head. After washing off all the foam, he wrapped a bath towel around his waist and slowly put his feet into the bathtub of more than 50 square meters. Then he untied the bath towel and folded it on his head. He sat there and sighed comfortably.

"Let me guess, did you stuff that flat girl into Teitan High School?"

Conan, who had completely regained consciousness, turned around and lay on the airbed. He slowly approached his brother with his hands, and then looked at the face that was red and tender because of the water vapor.

"Well, I thought that if you knew about her transfer news tonight, you would definitely guess that Mr. Yoshioka was mine, but all kinds of accidents happened."

Touching his wet hair, Conan guessed that it was Yuji who washed his hair. He remembered the woman downstairs. Since Yoshioka was not Rum, it must be Amami Yuki.

"Let's not talk about others first. Do you know who that silver-haired person is? Heterochromic eyes, that's Rum!"

"Although she has heterochromic eyes, Amami is not Rum." Yuji waved his hand and said confidently: "She is just a code member with amnesia that I met in the parking lot. Her name is Curacao. Don't worry so much."

"Isn't she Rum?... I don't think she looks like she has lost her memory. Would someone who doesn't remember anything trust strangers so much?"

"More or less." Yuji wiped his face with hot water: "It's hard to say about this kind of thing, so when Akai Mari wanted to find a place for her to live outside, I didn't say anything to stop her."

The two stopped talking and decided to put aside the topic of Amami Yuki for the time being.

"But how did you become the deputy director of the National Police Agency?!"

Conan thought of his brother's fake identity position, and couldn't help but come over curiously: "You used a fake identity to avoid Gin and Rum, right? Let the organization promote you as the deputy director of the National Police Agency, wouldn't it be easier to attract attention?"

"Don't get me wrong, the deputy director of the National Police Agency was not arranged by the organization."

Yuji quickly stopped Conan's delusion, worried that he would see every senior executive as a member of the organization in the future, and hurriedly explained.

"I just asked Miss Chris to arrange a slacking parliamentarian identity for me."

In fact, Vermouth should also be looking for Mr. Kuromaru, but Kudo Shinichi is still not sure about Yuji's toughness behind the organization. The boy thinks that in order to avoid seeing the third-year class teacher of Teitan Junior High School in jail tomorrow, it is better not to say the teacher.

"What about the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department? Don't tell me that you are lucky and this position fell on your head for no reason."

Conan crossed his arms, his wet hair lying on his forehead, which looked very interesting from Yuji's perspective. The boy waved at his brother, and then whispered: "Because the new police chief knows my true identity."

The new... police chief?

A few question marks appeared on Conan's head. He raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then tentatively guessed: "Superintendent Hakuba?"

"He has been a policeman for a long time. Besides, the police chief is not from the police system. You know this."

"Did you tell him yourself? The true identity or something."

"No."

It was not arranged by the organization, and Yuji's true identity could be guessed within a day, and it was a senior figure higher than the White Horse Superintendent. It seems that there is no such person among his family's connections.

[In other words, it is Yuji's own connections...]

Following his brother's reasoning, Conan frowned and guessed one or two.

"Yuji."

Although he was a small man, he stood in the pool at the same level as his brother. Conan patted his shoulder with his hand and shook his head with a complicated expression.

"I always feel like you think of something wrong."

Yuji shrugged and shook off Conan's hand: "It was old man Minami Masamune. He guessed my identity at the banquet last night."

"I knew that he was the only one who had the ability and was willing to pull you in."

Conan and Yuji wiped their bodies together and walked out of the bathroom: "It seems that you have to change your surname in the future."

"I don't care about this, but I think it's better not to do this." The boy sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and made himself a cup of coffee: "I changed my surname, and your surname is Mori, so who has the surname Kudo?"

"Why do you already assume that I will marry into your family!..."

"Don't you too?..."