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"Is it here?"
Yukiko Kudō followed Yūsaku Kudō, and the two arrived in front of a detached small courtyard.
This place was only one street away from the crossroads where the incident occurred. Even on foot, it would take at most five minutes.
Yūsaku Kudō peeked in through a gap in the gate and saw the Land Rover parked in the small courtyard. He said, "That Land Rover is the one that hit you."
"I originally thought the other party would take Shinichi far away. I didn't expect them to do the opposite, employing a 'hiding in plain sight' tactic, and only bringing Shinichi nearby."
Yūsaku Kudō's tone was astonished; this outcome was completely unexpected.
Yukiko Kudō said worriedly, "What should we do now? The other party is a member of an international criminal organization. If we just barge in like this, not only will we fail to rescue Shinichi, but I'm afraid we'll also be in danger."
However, Yūsaku Kudō didn't have any good ideas either. He was just a mystery novelist, not a 007 special agent, and certainly not Holmes. Faced with this kind of situation, he was also at a loss.
Yūsaku Kudō gritted his teeth and said, "You leave this place. I'll go in and take a look. If, and I mean if, I don't come back, you leave Akihabara immediately."
"You can't go back to America either. It's best you go somewhere no one knows you. With your disguise skills, you should be able to evade this organization's pursuit. Those '247' are not an official department, after all; the resources they can mobilize are limited."
Who knew that Yukiko Kudō would shake her head instead: "Who would persist in that kind of life? I'm already a thorn in the other party's side now. Even if I run, where can I run to?"
"I'll go with you. I even suspect that we ourselves are being monitored right now."
Yukiko Kudō looked around, always feeling countless eyes watching her.
Yūsaku Kudō fell silent for a moment. He also knew that letting Yukiko Kudō escape alone and then live a solitary, difficult life would be hard. He sighed softly: "Then this is the only way."
Sigh, I've really given birth to a troublesome son.
The scariest thing about having children is when they are disobedient, or when they go astray and commit crimes, ruining the family through gambling or drug addiction, or even committing crimes themselves, bringing shame and ruin upon the family.
But who would have thought Shinichi Kudō would play an even more ruthless game, directly implicating the lives of his entire family.
"You haven't told Professor Agasa about what's happening here, have you?"
Yūsaku Kudō asked again.
"No, this is our family's business. We can't let Professor Agasa get involved."
Yukiko Kudō shook her head. She also didn't want Professor Agasa, at his advanced age, to get caught up in this kind of life-threatening situation.
The two had no preparations, or rather, nothing to prepare. Their only enterprise was that there was actually no one here, giving them a chance to rescue Shinichi.
But what would they do after rescuing him? Would they still have to endure that organization's pursuit?
After sending Ai Haibara away, Tōru Fujiwara returned to the 'operating room' where Conan was being held.
Conan, gagged, struggled to make muffled sounds, his eyes glaring at Tōru Fujiwara.
Tōru Fujiwara didn't care about his glare. He calmly took out a computer and played a drama he had directed for him to watch.
Conan was puzzled. He looked at the computer screen, and the next moment, his eyes widened. He once again let out whimpering sounds like a trapped animal.
The computer was connected to several cameras. One of the feeds was capturing Yūsaku Kudō and Yukiko Kudō.
The two were furtively at the main door of this house, then climbed over the surrounding wall to get in.
In Conan's terrified gaze, Tōru Fujiwara took out a handgun fitted with a silencer and said, "What are you feeling right now, Shinichi Kudō?"
Even though Conan couldn't speak, Tōru Fujiwara could guess his thoughts—helplessness, pain, anger, regret, and other emotions.
There were quite a few cameras in the house. Yūsaku Kudō and Yukiko Kudō's movements were all under Tōru Fujiwara's and Conan's noses.
They watched the two enter, searching room by room, looking for Conan's figure.
This house wasn't large; it was originally rented by Tōru Fujiwara for one-time use as a 'stronghold'.
Soon, Yūsaku Kudō and Yukiko Kudō arrived outside the 'operating room'.
Just as Yūsaku Kudō was about to stealthily open a crack in the door, he saw the door in front of him open by itself with a 'creak,' startling him.
The scene in the room met Shinichi's parents' eyes.
Some commonly used, inexpensive surgical instruments, in a room that looked like it had been disinfected.
On the white, terrifying operating table, Conan was tied down, unable to move.
Drugs were still being injected into Conan's arm; they were all anti-inflammatory drugs. On the rack beside the operating table, there were also several blood-stained surgical instruments.
Anyone seeing this scene would guess that a surgery had just been performed here, and the subject of the surgery was, of course, the Conan who was tied to the table, unable to move.
"Shinichi!"
Yukiko Kudō, upon seeing Shinichi Kudō, was anxious and terrified, but dared not act rashly.
Because right next to the operating table, a man dressed in black with a black fedora was playfully fiddling with a silver pistol.
"Welcome, Mr. Kudō, and Mrs. Kudō."
Tōru Fujiwara didn't even look up, just said casually while playing with the handgun.
Yūsaku Kudō tried hard to maintain his composure. He asked, "What does your organization want?"
"An organization like yours must also need money. We can give you all our assets, as long as you release Shinichi."
Tōru Fujiwara said with a smile, "All your assets? Mr. Kudō, your family's total assets add up to only sixty or seventy million US dollars, and that's including stocks and real estate."
"Do you think this little bit of money, compared to a perfect experimental subject like Shinichi Kudō, which is more valuable?"
Hearing Tōru Fujiwara state all his assets, Yūsaku Kudō's pupils shrank.
If his accountant hadn't just recently calculated how much wealth his family had, even Yūsaku Kudō himself wouldn't have known exactly how much money his family possessed.
From this, it could be seen that this organization's investigation of their family was extremely detailed, which made Yūsaku Kudō even more desperate.
"The organization has already decided. Shinichi Kudō will be taken to the research institute next. He will probably never have freedom again for the rest of his life."
"As for you, there's no need for you to live. The higher-ups have ordered that you be dealt with."
"To be honest, I think you still have other uses for this request, but I have no choice, I can only deal with you."
"If you have to blame someone, blame your good son for insisting on playing detective games, ultimately leading to his family's ruin and death."
Tōru Fujiwara stood up. He raised his handgun and walked towards Yūsaku Kudō step by step.
Conan, tied to the operating table, was truly crying out this time. If there was medicine for regret, he absolutely wouldn't have followed those two suspicious men in black at the amusement park that day.
No, if he could start over, he would rather not be a detective than watch his parents die tragically before his eyes because of him...
Yūsaku Kudō watched Tōru Fujiwara slowly approaching. His whole body trembled, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
Should he make a desperate move?
The other party was too close to him; he wasn't without a chance.
Yūsaku Kudō had trained before. Although his physique had become somewhat stout with age, unlike ordinary people, he had decent fighting skills.
Yūsaku Kudō quickly made up his mind.
He didn't know if he could succeed, but if he didn't try, their family would really die here!
Just as Tōru Fujiwara's gun was about to be pressed against his forehead, Yūsaku Kudō's eyes suddenly sharpened. His right hand shot out to grab Tōru Fujiwara's wrist, intending to wrench his gun away.
At the same time, he aimed two kicks at Tōru Fujiwara's groin.
At such a critical moment, if one wanted to quickly incapacitate the opponent, attacking a man's vital points was the most correct choice.
Eye pokes and groin kicks, these fighting methods seemed uncivilized, but they were the most damaging techniques!
'Got him!'
Yūsaku Kudō's right hand grasped Tōru Fujiwara's gun-holding wrist, his expression grim.
But the next instant, he was stunned.
Although he had grabbed Tōru Fujiwara's wrist, he couldn't wrench it away at all. The silencer was already pressed against his forehead.
'It's over.'
Yūsaku Kudō fell into complete despair.
The difference in strength between the two sides was too great; he couldn't even budge the other's hand.
And his kick to the groin had also been lightly deflected by the other's leg, completely missing its target.
Tōru Fujiwara looked down at the footprint that had appeared on his black trousers. He frowned, raised his leg, and lightly patted it with his hand.
"You dirtied my newly washed clothes."
This statement was quite amusing, but the Kudō family couldn't laugh at all.
"You're really ruthless, Mr. Kudō. You're trying to make someone lose their posterity."
As his voice fell, Tōru Fujiwara's foot shot up like lightning, squarely hitting Yūsaku Kudō's groin.
"Owww————"
Yūsaku Kudō let out a scream like a hen being strangled. The pain of hitting a man's vital spot, only those who had experienced it would know.
It was a sharp pain that was absolutely unbearable1.2, especially this kick from Tōru Fujiwara; the force was beyond imagination.
Yūsaku Kudō's eyes rolled back. He knelt on the ground, clutching his groin with both hands, gasping for breath.
His two legs trembled. He even felt his testicles shatter.
Shattered, definitely shattered!
This was Yūsaku Kudō's only thought at this moment.
"You insisted on doing this yourself. I'm just returning the favor in kind."
Tōru Fujiwara shook his head.
This was a reminder to the Kudō family.
A real Black Organization wouldn't be this merciful. If they discovered Shinichi Kudō, they would really kill their entire family directly.
One could only say that Shinichi Kudō, in this aspect, was truly like his father. They were both very arrogant and didn't take such a criminal organization seriously at all.
After Shinichi Kudō shrank, he didn't show the slightest sense of danger and still went his own way.
His father, Yūsaku Kudō, was the same, always feeling he could control the situation.
This time, Tōru Fujiwara obtained blood and bone marrow samples from Conan, which was equivalent to completely ruining the APTX4869.
This was also a warning to Shinichi Kudō, telling him to be more careful in the future and not to implicate his family and friends.
As for whether he could reflect on this, who knew.