The Secret of Gin [Conan]

75.

The second floor of the Mori Detective Agency was pitch black.

The bedroom door opened silently.

Conan, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw a man with long silver hair and a dark body standing in front of his bed, with the dark wooden barn against his head.

"I found you, Kudo Shinichi!"

Conan's pupils contracted sharply, he couldn't breathe, and his heart was beating wildly.

The bed board under him seemed to become a huge black vortex, and he was sucked into it.

……

……

Conan woke up with a loud cry.

Soon the light came on, and Kudo Shinichi poked his head out from the upper bunk to look at him with a sleepy face.

For a moment, Conan thought he was still in a dream, otherwise how could he see his "own" face?

"Dreamed about gin?" Kudo Shinichi continued to yawn.

Conan came to his senses, staring at his grown-up version of himself like a ghost.

Kudo Shinichi scratched his head, then shrugged: "Don't do this, your reaction is too easy to guess, because I also dreamed about it."

His expression gradually became serious, and his eyes passed Conan, as if falling on some distant place.

He whispered like sleepwalking: "I dreamed that he came back, back to Japan, because he didn't find me and my father, so he kidnapped Xiaolan, he killed Xiaolan, and smiled at me next to the body. So I said to myself Said, I can't stay in the United States."

Conan was covered in cold sweat, and he shivered.

Kudo Shinichi looked into his eyes and said: "So, all the efforts we put in today are to eliminate the nightmare. I don't think you will continue to dream about that dark shadow after the organization is destroyed, right? "

"Of course."

Conan grunted and lay back on the bed.

The fist hidden under the sheet was clenched quietly.

"Hey, you haven't said what Xiaolan in your world looks like."

"It's not all the same... Well, I mean, she can't smash a utility pole with a single punch." Kudo Shinichi suddenly changed his tone and said with a smile, "So my life is guaranteed, unlike someone , not only cheated, but also hugged by her..."

"Hey!"

Conan raised his foot in protest, trying to kick the upper bunk, but he was too short.

...legs out of reach.

"Ha ha!"

Kudo Shinichi held his chin and laughed at him mercilessly.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open with a bang, and Xiaolan, who was woken up in the middle of the night, looked at them with a dark face: "Xinyi! Conan! It's three o'clock in the morning!"

The two detectives, one big and one small, quickly retracted under the quilt, leaving only their hair exposed.

Kudo Shinichi quickly turned off the light, and the room was pitch black.

Mao Lilan: "..."

She closed the door angrily.

Conan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of flippers clattering away.

This tone is a duet, two people issued together.

And it was the same action of uncovering the quilt and covering his chest.

This time Kudo Shinichi did not turn on the light, and they continued to whisper in the dark.

"I really hope this will end soon." Conan muttered.

This room is strange, and so is the bed.

This is not the Maori Detective Agency, nor Ekoda Hospital, but a private hospital.

Mori Kogoro was sent here for treatment.

Mao Lilan, Conan, Kudo Shinichi, Dr. Ali, and the group of children from the Boy Detective Team were also brought here to accept the strict protection of the Japanese public security.

Mori Kogoro's injuries were not serious, but his leg was broken and he couldn't get out of bed. He was probably the most nervous of them all, and he was still clamoring to catch the vicious kidnapper a few hours ago.

Even the children of the Detective Boys sensed that the atmosphere was not right.

Although they are always taken by Dr. Ali to camp, go to amusement parks or museums, but what fun is there in a private hospital, even if there is a small screening room here, you can watch Masked Rider or Gomi from morning to night Heck, but this hospital is full of plainclothes cops.

Almost no patients, all police!

These kids are not stupid.

"...Why are they not nervous at all, but still very excited?" Kudo Shinichi asked puzzled, he remembered the excitement of the group of children whispering during the day.

"Ah, that's because they thought the criminals would definitely come here and kidnap Uncle Maori again!" Conan looked blank and smiled awkwardly, "Maybe they even discussed how many people will be in groups and take turns to watch the night!"

Of course, those children must be sleeping on the sofa now.

The only person with real insomnia is Hui Yuanai.

"People from the black organization will not come here, even if they find us hiding here." Conan analyzed calmly, "They need an absolute home field."

A place where they could at least plant bombs and ambush snipers.

Kudo Shinichi put his head in his hands and lay on the bed looking out the window.

The bustling Tokyo is brightly lit.

But soon there will be a place that is about to turn into a sea of ​​flames...

It had been two days since they had seen Rei Furutani, Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai.

The Japanese Metropolitan Police Department, Police Agency, FBI, and CIA began to mobilize manpower.

A terrible storm is coming.

Conan turned on the phone and turned down the volume. A gentle female voice came out on the radio, warning residents in Tokyo and nearby areas to prepare for evacuation in the near future. The reason is that experts predicted signs of active strata, and several concerts were suspended for this reason. with the big game,

Earthquakes and volcanic activities are frequent in Japan, and small earthquakes occur every year. Some people take this evacuation news seriously and live as usual, but most people still consciously reduce going out for parties and play activities.

That's fine.

What landmarks, skyscrapers, sea-crossing bridges, football fields, amusement parks, seaside resort hotels... don't go there, so as not to become hostages in the bomb incident.

However, the population of Tokyo is too large, and it is impossible to do without any casualties.

"That phantom thief has been squatting on the Tokyo Tower for several days." Kudo Shinichi also picked up his mobile phone and looked at the news just posted. The content of the photo was a very clear white hang glider flying across the sky.

The headline of the news is "Phantom Thief Kidd's next target is—"

There is a big question mark on the back, obviously many people are interested in the whereabouts of Kaitou Kidd.

"What's your relationship with this jewel thief? Why is he willing to take the risk to help us? It's very dangerous to walk around like this in the dark, and you might be beaten up | Heimucang!"

Kudo Shinichi held up his mobile phone and asked with interest.

"I said, we have nothing to do..."

"Wrong, the detective and the strange thief are entangled by fate." Kudo Shinichi poked his head out, pointed at Conan on the lower bunk, and said solemnly, "This causal relationship begins with the British detective Sherlock Holmes and the French detective in the last century. Speaking of the thief Arsen Robin."

"Thank you, I know their stories." Conan rolled his eyes and looked at him.

In fact, Kaitou Kidd is called the contemporary Yasen Luoping, and Kudo Shinichi is the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era.

Detectives and phantom thieves seem to be born to fight wits and bravery. Under the background that is divorced from law and reality, a fantasy drama is staged.

"Hey, it's not that I don't want to catch him." Conan said angrily, "All criminals should be punished by law, and Kidd is no exception."

"is it?"

Kudo Shinichi didn't believe it, he said thoughtfully, "When we met for the first time, you mistook me for Kidd, and later when Kidd appeared in my form, you were not surprised at all. After the police heard the news that the phantom thief Kidd had sneaked in, the first reaction was to pinch each other's faces. Officer Higurashi still didn't quite believe me after I was pinched... All these clues add up, doesn't it mean that Kidd often pretends to be you, and Kidd still has a special way to avoid the face-pinching check when he pretends to be you?"

Conan: "..."

He and Kudo Shin stared at each other, the only light in the room was the light from their mobile phones.

"Aha, I thought of it, Kidd looks a lot like us, and you know about it, but you never provided this information to the police, otherwise they would have caught Kidd a long time ago."

"No, you can imagine that Officer Higurashi and the others are not stupid, but I am a popular face, and many people look similar to me, such as Hattori Heiji... You can't say that Kansai Detective Hattori is Phantom Thief Kid!"

"You're right."

Kudo Shinichi fell into deep thought, and then felt something was wrong, why is he so handsome so popular?

Conan on the lower berth was still muttering: "You are not used to seeing an identical version of yourself, are you? Look at Mr. Amuro and Mr. Furutani, they get along very well."

"Is there? They look like they have to take a lot of effort to sit down and talk. When they first met, they looked at each other for a long time."

"That's prudence, temptation..."

Conan stared blankly and said helplessly.

Kudo Shinichi squeezed his phone, and suddenly asked, "What about gin?"

"Uh?"

"If he sees the exact same version of himself..."

"The wooden warehouse will probably be opened at the first time." Conan said with a smirk, "Then I suspect that Belmode is pretending."

"Speaking of which, the disguise technique in your world is really outrageous, I even want to learn it." Kudo Shinichi said curiously.

"It's not that easy to learn. You see so many people in the black organization, only Belmod is a witch with thousands of faces. If the boss orders Belmod to teach this skill to rum, gin or someone else, Belmod Dare to resist? Certainly not, the fact that there are no other disguise masters in the organization, doesn't it prove that this is a skill that depends on talent?"

Conan also held his cheeks and glanced at Kudo Shinichi with the same expression, "You should give up!"

"Right."

Kudo Shin thought, he might not be able to learn any outrageous techniques in this outrageous world.

Even if you learn it, you can't bring it back to use.

"Beep, beep!"

Conan's cell phone rang suddenly.

"It's Kidd! Hello? What did you find?" Conan asked excitedly.

"Calm down, little detective, I saw that car, a Porsche 356A."

Wearing a white top hat and a long white cape fluttering in the wind.

Kidd held a telescope in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, standing alone on the top of the crimson Tokyo Tower, with countless neon lights and cars under his feet.

The black Porsche that brought nightmares quietly appeared in the city.