Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 177 The press conference begins

The atmosphere in the hall was lively yet measured, and the soft light of the crystal chandeliers fell on everyone, making the scene elegant and unique.

In a corner near the edge, Chen Shuo and his group were sitting in a small circle, chatting casually in a relaxed and natural atmosphere.

The little incident just now attracted a lot of people's attention.

The respectful attitude shown by Moroboshi Toshio and his group towards Chen Shuo obviously aroused great curiosity among the onlookers about them.

Although many people do not know Chen Shuo, the appearance of Miss Suzuki and the famous detective Maori Kogoro has invisibly added a sense of mystery to this small circle.

The group obviously didn't care about the situation. They continued chatting, occasionally laughing in low voices, as if they were completely unaware of the gazes cast at them.

From time to time, guests would take the opportunity to approach and try to strike up a conversation or make small talk.

"Mr. Chen, it seemed very busy over there just now. I wonder if it would be convenient..."

"Thank you for your concern. It's just some daily trivial matters, nothing special." Chen Shuo smiled slightly, his tone gentle, raised his hand and waved it gently, then cleverly led the other party away.

His attitude was neither rude nor did it provide any possibility for more in-depth conversation.

This way of responding has frustrated many people who had their own ideas.

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Outside the building, the reporters' excitement surged again like a tide, and the flash lights flashed densely, lighting up the night like day.

A black luxury car slowly stopped at the end of the red carpet, and the glossy body of the car looked particularly dazzling under the light.

As the car door opened, Kudo Yusaku, dressed in a neat suit, stepped out of the car first.

He looked calm, with a proper smile on his lips. He raised his hand and gestured slightly, which instantly attracted more frequent shutter sounds.

As a world-renowned writer and the core figure in the game planning behind this event, his appearance undoubtedly pushed the atmosphere of the entire venue to a new climax.

Immediately afterwards, the other door opened, and a smiling Dr. Agasa helped an elegant woman calmly get out of the car.

He held Fusae's arm, and the two of them looked confident and natural.

Although Dr. Agasa, the main programmer of this game, has always been low-key, he is now in the spotlight in this highly anticipated occasion.

His slightly cute smile contrasts sharply with the dignified and elegant appearance of Fushae beside him, making the scene in front of the camera even more unique.

As a famous designer, Fushahui was wearing a well-tailored dress, and her every move showed her elegance.

She stood side by side with Dr. Agasa on the red carpet. She was not at all nervous in front of the camera. Her smooth steps and calm temperament won applause.

The shutter clicks of reporters rang out one after another, and the cameras were almost firmly locked on these people, as if they were afraid of missing any moment.

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"Dear guests, please pay attention to the stage!"

The crowd, which was originally chatting animatedly, gradually quieted down, their eyes all turned to the center of the stage.

The host smiled slightly and said in an expectant tone, "Mr. Kudo Yusaku, who was responsible for providing the stage ideas for the 'Cocoon' game, has returned from the United States!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights on the stage suddenly changed, and the spotlight was steadily cast towards the aisle on one side.

There, a man in a dark suit was walking slowly onto the stage with a faint smile on his face.

His demeanor is calm and elegant, yet his eyes hold a sharp edge, as if scrutinizing everyone who looks at him. This is Yusaku Kudo, the world-renowned mystery novelist and a key creative source for the "Cocoon" game.

When he stood in the center of the stage and bowed slightly to greet the audience, the venue suddenly erupted in warm applause and cheers.

Some people in the crowd shouted his name excitedly, while others clapped loudly, trying to express their respect for the master.

Faced with such enthusiasm, Kudo Yusaku remained calm, but his slightly shy smile betrayed his inner joy. He raised his hand and waved around, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

Below the stage, Conan stood in the crowd, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on his father on the stage.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, looking a little proud.

"As expected of my dad..." He thought silently in his heart, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Haha! I'm finally done..."

Dr. Agasa's signature hearty laughter came from behind, interrupting Conan's thoughts.

Conan looked back and saw Professor Agasa walking towards him with Fusae.

Conan's eyes suddenly turned dead, and his tone was full of ridicule: "I was wondering why I haven't heard from you for a long time recently. It turns out you are working for my dad. And..."

His gaze fell on Fushahui, who was happily chatting with Chen Shuo and his group. A strange smile appeared on his lips. "And you actually secretly settled your marriage behind my back? You didn't even tell me about this. How mean!"

Hearing Conan's teasing, Dr. Agasa blushed immediately and scratched the back of his head unconsciously.

She explained sheepishly, "Well... I did go to help Yusaku complete the final stage of the process. Things are a bit complicated. As for Fusae... weren't you also very busy those days? I just..."

"So you completely forgot about me?" Conan interrupted him mercilessly and glanced at the doctor with a smirk on his face.

Dr. Agasa opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped himself, and the blush on his face became more obvious.

However, Conan had no intention of continuing to tease. His gaze had already turned in the direction of Fusae, and he walked straight over and joined their conversation.

At this moment, the doctor's explanation and even his father's work became insignificant.

For Conan, the most important thing now is to eat melon! This is a big melon, you must not miss it!

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"Aunt Fushae, I kept my promise to you and bought your bag."

Mao Lilan raised the bag in her hand with a bright smile on her face, and her tone revealed a hint of pride and satisfaction.

Fusha was slightly stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but soon her thoughts were pulled back to that rainy day ten years ago.

Under the ginkgo tree known as the "Promised Place", she once lent her umbrella to a little girl who didn't have one.

At that time, she just helped a stranger out of an urgent need, but she didn't expect that this kindness would be remembered by a child to this day.

The memories emerged clearly in her mind, and Fusha's eyes became particularly gentle.

"Xiao Lan," she said softly, her eyes full of emotion, "So that child is you. It's rare that you still remember what happened back then."

Mao Lilan nodded vigorously, and the smile on her face became brighter.

"Yeah! Of course I remember! The umbrella you lent me that day and your kindness, I have always kept them in my heart."

She paused, then looked at Fusae with joy in her eyes. "Now, you and Professor Agasa have finally achieved a happy ending. This is truly a fate destined by heaven!"

Fusae smiled slightly, with a gentle curve at the corner of her mouth, as if her heart was touched by Mao Lilan's innocence and enthusiasm.

She responded softly, "Yes, maybe this is fate." The lights in the venue flickered slightly in her eyes, making her look particularly moving.

Ran Mao Li, who was standing by, was holding her bag and smiling like a child. The warm atmosphere in the scene made people feel warm in their hearts, as if the small act of kindness ten years ago had transcended time and been rewoven into today's beautiful encounter.

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Just when everyone was chatting happily, the lights in the venue suddenly went out and the entire hall fell into a brief darkness.

Then, a dazzling spotlight suddenly hit the stage, and under the light, a huge game cabin slowly rose from the center of the stage.

It is the protagonist of this banquet - "Cocoon".

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the high-tech device, and whispers arose one after another.

Some people in the crowd whispered in surprise, some held their breath, their eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

However, there are some exceptions…

"Oh, excuse me, I have to excuse myself for a moment!"

The sounds of the garden echoed between the changing lights.

She raised her hand and scratched her head with an apologetic smile on her face, but her eyes inadvertently glanced at a figure who hurriedly left the banquet hall.

Mao Lilan turned around when she heard the voice, looked at Yuanzi, and said with a smile: "It's okay, go ahead."

Fusae, who was standing by, didn't take it seriously. She thought Sonoko just needed to go to the bathroom, and asked with some concern, "Do you need help?"

Yuanzi quickly waved her hands and said with an embarrassed smile, "No, no, Aunt Fushae, you can have fun."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

After turning around, Yuanzi's eyes instantly became cold and sharp.

She murmured softly: "It will be fine in a moment..."

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In Jiancun's office, the air seemed to be frozen.

Sindora's face was gloomy. He held a blood-stained dagger in his right hand and inserted a CD into the computer's CD-ROM drive with his left hand, and began to destroy the data quickly.

The progress bar on the screen moves forward slowly, but time seems to be stretched out.

He glanced down at the timer in his hand, his brow furrowed, and he looked increasingly impatient.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." He muttered in a low voice, his voice so low that he seemed to be talking to the air.

The room was empty and eerie at this moment. Tadaki Kenmura was lying on a chair, his blood had soaked the carpet, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

"Clap clap clap!"

Suddenly, a burst of lively applause broke the dead silence.

"Who!?" Sindora turned around suddenly, gripping the dagger tightly, with the sharp blade pointing directly in the direction of the sound.

The sudden sound instantly broke his already tense nerves. His eyes scanned every corner of the room, his heart beating like a drum.

Soon, he saw the source of the sound. A woman in black work clothes was leaning against the corner of the server.

Her face was covered by a strange mask, and her facial features were completely invisible, but she seemed extremely calm. She clapped her hands again and again, and the sound of applause echoed in the empty office.

"What a decisive blow..." The woman's voice was hoarse and low, like a rusty blade cutting across an iron plate.

"Chairman Sindora is truly remarkable. Killing a person is like killing a chicken."

Sindora's gaze grew sharper, and the dagger gleamed coldly in the dim light.

He tried to hide his panic, but his breathing became rapid.

"Who are you?!" His voice trembled slightly, but he still tried to appear tough.

The air in the office seemed to be even colder. Sindora's hand, which was gripping the dagger, trembled slightly, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

His eyes were fixed on the woman, but the fear in his heart surged like a tide.

The timer was still ticking, and the woman's figure stood there quietly like a ghost, casting a shadow over the entire room.