I Rely On The Vest To Run Amok In The Scientific World

Chapter 10

Bourbon

"What are you doing?" Conan was shocked.

"Are you Rin's adopted child?" Amuro walked over, knelt down, helped him up, patted the dust off his clothes, and said with a smile, "I'm Amuro, what's your name?"

"Ke, Conan." Conan was stunned by his smile and asked, "What's the relationship between you and Uncle Rin?"

"Well..." Toru Amuro thought for a while, and smiled brighter, "It must be because of... having slept."

"What!" Conan screamed, with a frightened expression on his face. No, even in hell, he wouldn't look like that.

"Hahaha." Toru Amuro rubbed his head, and then said seriously, "Actually, when I was working in the United States, the car broke down on the interstate highway, and I waited for a day for Rin who was on a road trip. He passed by and gave me a ride, and gave me half of the tent to sleep with me at night."

"Yes, that's right." Conan let out a long breath, and only then felt his heart, which had been stopped by fright, resume beating.

Rin Kurokawa held his forehead and confirmed again.

Even children can play, Bourbon's character is really bad enough, it's a good thing he has a deceiving face like an angel!

Of course, he selectively forgot the fact that he also likes to play Conan.

"Then Brother Amuro did it just now, isn't it the way foreigners say hello?" Conan asked.

"That? Oh." Toru Amuro was stunned, pointing to his own face, "Although I have been abroad for several years, I am a pure Japanese."

"Really?" Conan looked at his blond hair, but he was relieved when he thought that he must be of mixed race. After all, his Japanese didn't have the strange accent of a foreigner at all.

"Conan, why is it so early today?" Kurokawa Rin interrupted.

"Social practice this afternoon, I came back early after finishing it." Conan replied.

"Well, then go upstairs and wash your hands first. There are juices and sandwiches in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, fill your stomach first." Kurokawa Rin said.

"Sandwich?" Conan looked distrustful.

"Miss Lan sent it in the morning." Kurokawa Rin was helpless.

"I see." Conan was relieved now, and ran up the stairs with his schoolbag.

"Rin, you're still a kitchen killer." Toru Amuro couldn't help teasing.

Kurokawa Rin sighed, lowered his face, and said in a low voice, "How long are you going to stay?"

"Probably permanent." Toru Amuro shrugged and said relaxedly, "Rum said that in the future, except for completing the intelligence collection tasks he issued, I will be free at other times, and I will still be under your jurisdiction."

Kurokawa Rin frowned, and asked again: "Have you found a place to live?"

If you live permanently, you will need a superficial identity, and the safe house is not suitable.

"Hey? Aren't you going to take me in?" Amuro looked at him pitifully.

"It's inconvenient for me." Kurokawa Rin refused without thinking.

"I can cook for you. Three meals." Amuro said immediately.

"..." Kurokawa Rin recalled what the original book said. This person is comparable to the superb cooking skills of a Michelin chef. His heart was moved for a moment, but he immediately gritted his teeth and refused, "No."