Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 160 Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?

Chen Shuo leaned back on the sofa, casually stroking the edge of the coffee table, his gaze fixed on Conan. A faint smile graced his face, gentle yet slightly amused. He didn't interrupt Conan's analysis, but quietly listened to his clear and logical reasoning.

After Conan's voice died down for a moment, Chen Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly, not disguising the admiration in his eyes. This kid is really too smart.

He grasped every detail and every layer of logic accurately, making him a perfect tool. He thought of the last person who had made him so satisfied - Amuro Toru.

Thinking of this, Chen Shuo couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly. His eyes darkened slightly, and he laughed secretly inwardly: Amuro Toru's recent state... I guess I'm driving him crazy.

"Aqiu!" A crisp sneeze echoed in the office in the underground secret room.

Amuro Toru rubbed his nose and looked up. His tired face was covered with dark circles under his eyes, clearly from staying up late for several days. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the thick documents spread out on the table.

"Are you okay?" Kazami Yuya stood by, his expression showing worry. He placed a cup of coffee on the table and said carefully, "You should rest for a while. Your body won't be able to bear it if you continue like this."

Toru Amuro shook his head slightly, a forced smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his tone was firm: "It's okay, just a little tired." He raised his hand to pick up the coffee cup on the table, took a big gulp of the bitter liquid, then grabbed a stack of documents next to him and began to look through it.

"There are still a few points that need to be confirmed. The situation is too complicated right now... All of Japan, even all of Tokyo, is incredibly dangerous. Those bastards, just their identities alone are enough to shake the country."

Feng Jianyuya listened to his words, frowned, and sighed deeply: "You are right, the current situation is already a taut string, and the slightest mistake will break it."

He paused, looking worriedly into the void: "I hope this goes smoothly, otherwise it will really be a mess."

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“Though I Hate Crime…”

Conan lowered his head, his voice low but trembling. His hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing the complex emotions within.

"But I have to admit that in this world, the judicial fairness and justice that I uphold still have too many flaws. Those who are left out, those who are denied justice...they silently drive people to despair."

He raised his head, his gaze piercing as he scanned the crowd. His voice grew stronger, "Thus, many are forced to go underground. They don't believe in the law, and they can't hope for redemption. They choose to make amends and fight injustice in their own way. But over time, those 'dragon slayers'...will also become 'dragons.'"

Conan's voice was filled with a hint of pain and the cruelty of calm analysis. He paused, as if trying to calm himself down.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and continued, "Thus, a cruel but relatively fair 'order' is necessary. It needs to be more efficient and direct than the current judicial system, and even stricter than the law itself. It must have absolute enforcement power, even if it means sacrificing some humanity."

His voice gradually grew more excited, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light, his tone filled with strong conviction: "A judge must be like a cold and ruthless machine! Emotionless and unbiased! Even in the most difficult moments of decision, one must maintain absolute rationality, even abandoning humanity!"

Conan said this, his hands involuntarily clenched the file bag, his face slightly distorted by the heightened emotions. His eyes were blazing, as if the air in the room had frozen because of his determination.

He gritted his teeth and said firmly: "And I... can do it!"

The room was completely silent, Conan's words resonating like thunder in everyone's heart. Chen Shuo leaned back on the sofa, his lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with a deep, unfathomable meaning. He didn't answer immediately, but simply tapped the coffee table gently, as if thinking about something.

Haibara Ai raised an eyebrow, as if shocked by Conan's determination, but then regained her usual calm and ironic composure. "That sounds like some kind of idealistic self-declaration. Great Detective, are you sure you won't turn into a dragon in the process?"

Conan's eyes were firm, and he looked back at her without hesitation: "I won't. I know better than anyone what I have to protect."

At this moment, Conan's figure seemed to grow taller, and the air in the room grew particularly heavy. The neon lights of Tokyo flickered outside the window, as if injecting even more uncertainty and uncertainty into this decisive moment.

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Chen Shuo stood in front of the French window, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly to the side as Conan walked away. A faint smile played on his lips, a smile that was mixed with admiration, anticipation, and a hint of unfathomable meaning.

Tokyo is brightly lit at night, and the neon lights reflected on the glass make his profile more three-dimensional.

There were soft footsteps behind him. Ran walked over to him, looked up at him, and then leaned into his arms. Her arms gently wrapped around his waist, and she rested her face on his chest, following his gaze out the window. Conan's figure had become blurry, but he could still feel his firm steps.

"Brother Shuo..." Mao Lilan whispered, with a hint of worry and confusion in her tone: "Why do you have to do such a dangerous thing?"

Her voice is soft but full of emotion. For her, her ideal in life is simple: to be with the one she loves and spend every day in peace and tranquility.

Maybe she could enjoy some small adventures and excitement occasionally, but becoming a local leader and getting involved in those unfathomable undercurrents... these were never part of her plan.

Chen Shuo glanced down at her, his smile softening. He reached out and hugged Mao Lilan tightly, gently stroking her back with his palm, as if to soothe her anxiety. His voice was low and gentle: "This is also why I trained Conan. All of this is for our future leisurely life."

Mao Lilan was stunned for a moment, raised her head and looked at him puzzledly: "Leisurely life?"

Chen Shuo nodded, his eyes still fixed on the window, but his tone was filled with a certain firmness and strength: "Lan, only when this world is stable enough can we have true peace.

If no one establishes rules and no one takes control of the situation, all the peace will be false and can be destroyed at any time. And I... just paved the way in advance to make the future days a little easier."

Mao Lilan looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She couldn't fully understand Chen Shuo's choice, but she could sense the heavy sense of responsibility in his words. She sighed slightly and whispered, "I hope everything goes well..."

Chen Shuo looked down at her, reached out and gently brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead, his tone becoming more doting: "Don't worry, I'm here, your mission is to enjoy life."

The neon lights outside the window reflected on the two of them. In the night, the hustle and bustle of Tokyo seemed to have nothing to do with them. Chen Shuo's gaze was deep and distant, as if he had seen the end of everything.

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"What's wrong with this world?!" Chen Shuo's voice suddenly rang out, unusually out of control and hoarse. His expression was filled with shock and disbelief, his eyes fixed on the stage not far away, as if he had witnessed something completely beyond common sense.

The surrounding noise and cheers were like meaningless white noise to him, his mind completely in turmoil. On the stage, brightly lit, three adorable giant pandas gracefully twirled around a ball, occasionally waving their front paws in imitation of a human bow, drawing enthusiastic applause and cheers from the audience.

"What's wrong?" Mao Lilan noticed Chen Shuo's unusual reaction and looked at him with a puzzled look on her face, her tone filled with worry. "Is there something strange?"

Sonoko and Huihara Ai were also drawn to his presence, and they both turned to look at Chen Shuo, their faces equally bewildered. Huihara Ai even raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "Why are you so excited?"

Chen Shuo froze in place, as if paused. After a moment, he slowly turned his head, his movements creaking like the creaking of mechanical gears long neglected, and stared directly at the group. His voice was hoarse, as if forced from his throat: "What's wrong?!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the stage, his eyes complicated, as if angry and frustrated: "Why! There are giant panda performances in the circus!? "

Mao Lilan was stunned, as if she was shocked by his reaction. Then she explained with a look of confusion: "Is there anything strange about this? Circuses are designed that way to attract audiences. Besides... aren't giant pandas very cute?"

Yuanzi couldn't help laughing, holding her stomach and jokingly said, "Brother Shuo, why are you making such a fuss? This isn't your first time seeing this, is it? This is a very popular show!"

"Giant pandas are China's national treasure! Isn't this strange?!" Chen Shuo's voice rose a few notches, his tone filled with incomprehensible anger and shock.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the world-famous painting "The Scream". His whole body was distorted by emotional excitement, and even his gestures became extremely funny.

He stared with wide eyes and pointed with a trembling finger at the giant panda on the stage. The adorable animal was waving its front paws vigorously, as if gesturing to the audience, and then did an elegant backflip, the movement so smooth that it was breathtaking.

"This is a national treasure! A national treasure!" Chen Shuo seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He covered his head and turned around several times, trying to calm his thoughts.

However, when he turned around and looked at Ran Mouri, Sonoko and Haibara Ai beside him, he found that all three of them had an expression of "this is normal" on their faces, and even a hint of doubt.

Mao Lilan sighed helplessly, looking at Chen Shuo who was about to explode from his emotions, and patted his shoulder: "Brother Shuo, calm down. It's not a big deal for a giant panda to perform in a circus, right? They are just attracting audiences."

Yuanzi couldn't help but burst out laughing, clutching her stomach and unable to straighten her back. "Hahaha, Brother Shuo, your reaction is too exaggerated! What's wrong with a national treasure? Giant pandas can perform too. Otherwise, what else would you want them for? To teach people martial arts?"

Huiyuan Ai folded her arms across her chest, leaning back in her chair, a hint of sarcasm hanging on the corner of her mouth: "Huh? Perverted uncle, have you finally gone crazy?"

Chen Shuo froze as he listened to the three people's words, his face filled with a complex expression of "What the hell is wrong with this world?" He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but his mind was in a mess.

He looked back toward the stage, his gaze etched with a profound sense of powerlessness, as if he had suddenly realized he was completely disconnected from the world around him. The giant panda on the stage seemed to sense his gaze and waved its paw in his direction, drawing laughter from the audience.

Chen Shuo felt like he'd been struck by something. He sighed deeply, clutching his forehead as he slumped into his chair, his expression apathetic. "No, I need to think about this... Is this world crazy, or am I?"