Conan: When I Be Gin's Brother

"Well……"

Feeling a little dizzy, Conan subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his head, but he couldn't move.

Uh, what's going on? Why can't you move?

After the chaos, the memory of being kidnapped came back to his mind instantly. Thinking of what had just happened, Conan opened his eyes suddenly.

"This...is this?"

In front of him was a dilapidated and dusty high roof, and he could vaguely feel a few beams of light coming from his head. There were no lights in the room, but thanks to those few beams of light, Conan could barely see what was in the room.

"woke up?"

A somewhat indifferent voice sounded beside his ears. Conan turned his head and his pupils tightened when he saw the person clearly.

Wearing a black shirt, black trousers, short black hair, and a strangely bright red gas mask on his face.

A pair of the same blood-red gloves was put on the hands, and the needle in the hand drew out the same color, bright red blood.

"...!!!"

This man is drawing blood from himself?!

Conan suddenly realized this and his body trembled violently, and the next second he began to struggle wildly, "What are you going to do!"

"hiss……"

The other party didn't expect Conan's struggle. He looked at Conan's arms, paused, and grabbed Conan's neck so that he could no longer move.

"Ahem!"

Although the hand on his neck was not too forceful, the uncomfortable feeling still caused him to cough twice. Conan stopped struggling and stared motionlessly at the strange mask in front of him.

"Trouble, the needle is rolling." He let go of his hand.

Through the goggles of the mask, Conan saw that the man's eyes seemed to wrinkle, and he shrank slightly subconsciously, but his mouth still resisted stubbornly.

"let me go!"

Kurosawa Rin frowned, why don't he just draw blood? With such a huge reaction, he just wanted to take it back and let Anko do a divination and make a more effective amulet.

I don't have any bad intentions.

He raised his head, looked at Conan's expression, licked his lips, pulled out the needle, and said calmly: "Originally, I only needed one injection, but now I have to do it a second time."

the second time?!

The blood slowly flows out from the needle, and you can still feel pain.

Kurosawa Rin tied Conan's arm to the armrest again, took out a blood-drawing needle, and looked at Conan, "If you don't want pain, I advise you not to move."

In front of him were the calm and cold eyes of the man. The pure black irises made it impossible to see where the pupils were. But these eyes were staring directly at Conan.

"Um?"

Cold sweat fell down, and Conan swallowed.

Now, my whole body is tied tightly, and even struggling is of no avail.

After recognizing this fact, Conan forced himself to calm down, bit his lip and nodded.

"very good."

After receiving Conan's response, the man lowered his head and continued the movements with his hands. His technique was not skillful, and there was a very strong pain when the needle penetrated the skin. Conan gritted his teeth and endured it, not daring to say a word.

Finally seeing the blood flowing back, Rin Kurosawa breathed a sigh of relief under the mask. Although he had given himself a lot of injections in his previous life, he was not a professional after all, and he was really worried about accidentally injuring Conan.

Feeling guilty, he still subconsciously looked up at Conan, but Conan's expression made him stop moving in his hands.

As expected, his very irregular technique still hurt Conan. The pain stimulated his nerves to secrete tears, and his eyes were covered with mist.

He stubbornly turned his head, not wanting to see his blood being drawn. He gritted his teeth, obviously enduring the discomfort of having his blood drawn, but still forced himself to put on a strong expression.

Ah...ah...

This expression.

How interesting.

Kurosawa Rin may not even realize how far the corners of his mouth have risen under his mask, and the speed of twitching the needle in his hand is getting slower and slower.

The feeling of drawing blood is very uncomfortable. The feeling of the blood in the body being extracted little by little is uncomfortable. Kurosawa Rin's movements undoubtedly amplified this feeling.

He slowly twitched the needle in his hand and looked up at Conan with such an expression, until Conan finally couldn't bear it and shouted:

"enough!"

"How long do you want to play?!"

Conan gritted his teeth and glared at the ignorant pervert in front of him. Even if he knew that he was Kudo Shinichi, a high school student, his current body was still that of a child!

Playing a real blood-drawing game on a child's body, while still observing your own expression?

Damn it, what kind of pervert caught him!

Kurosawa Rin suddenly woke up and suddenly realized something was wrong with him. He quickly lowered his head to draw blood and pulled out the needle. He then treated Conan's wound and tied him firmly to the chair again.

He turned around and walked towards the blind spot slightly behind Conan, and put the tubes of blood into the bag. Thinking of just now, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Damn, what was that feeling just now...

He shook his head vigorously and tried to stay awake. He remembered Koizumi Hongzi said that this symptom would recover quickly, but how many days had passed and why it still hadn't improved...

Forget it, I don't have time to worry about this now.

Kurosawa Rin adjusted the artificial wig a little, took out a brand new mobile phone, looked at the message sent by Narumi, and whispered to himself.

"There is still plenty of time..."

"...We have to wait until he speaks first."

While the man was out of sight, Conan took the time to observe himself and the surrounding environment.

The environment he was in looked like an abandoned church, with dust everywhere, crooked benches, spider webs in the corners, and occasionally a few lively spiders crawling around in front.

The marble floor tiles are also full of cracks, and there are a few withered grasses in the cracks, struggling to survive because they can't get sunlight.

On the high ceiling, the windows were all covered by ripped curtains, and the light was very dark.

Directly in front of him was a door, which looked like an exit. There were several locks on the door, and it was locked tightly.

Conan frowned and pondered for a while. There should not be many abandoned churches in Tokyo, and he should be able to find his current location by using the elimination method.

But I don’t have a map now, and I have no way to pass on my information to Dr. Ali. However, if I can kick the glass to pieces and then use a retractable strap to climb out, the possibility of escaping should be increased by several percent...

At that time, all he has to do is find an opportunity to break free from the rope, and then use a watch-shaped anesthesia gun to paralyze the weirdo with the red gas mask... Conan thought about his escape plan and instinctively looked at his wrist...

"Why, why...it's gone!" Conan cried out in surprise.

Looking at myself now, my shoes, bow tie, glasses, suspenders...all the props Dr. Agasa made for myself are gone!

"Are you talking about those interesting gadgets?" The man heard Conan's question and answered slowly.

"What a coincidence. I had already thrown away those things when I caught you."

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