Fujino glanced over those documents.
They were basically all genuine things, such as where to attack to kill people and how to ensure one wouldn't get arrested when committing murder on a ship.
Aside from that, there was the production of bombs.
Fujino glanced through them roughly, and as a Bomb Master, he could tell at a glance that these were all the real deal.
As expected of the Conan World...
Or rather, as expected of the early days of the external internet.
Everything from bomb making, nuclear bomb making, to homemade Western guns and cannons was covered.
One could only say that the sharing spirit of the early internet was just that unrestrained.
As long as one wasn't afraid of dying, handcrafting a small nuclear reactor to power one's own home wasn't a big deal either.
Conan looked curiously at Fujino.
This guy was meditating one moment, looking solemn the next, and then the corners of his mouth would curl up slightly—looking precisely like an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Just what on earth was he looking at?
Could it be something good to look at?
However, curious as he was, he didn't dare to go up and ask.
He was terrified that he would be directly subjected to justice at any moment.
The sea breeze blew, and the sunshine was bright.
On the deck of the Aphrodite, everyone sat in open-air seats, enjoying sunbathing.
"The sea breeze blowing through my pores feels so comfortable!"
Ran wore cropped trousers, an orange halter-neck sleeveless top, and stretched lazily as she let out an exclamation.
"Yeah!"
Sonoko wore a pair of jumpsuit overalls with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, holding a cup of black tea with a look of intoxication. "Drinking morning tea while the sea breeze blows like this