Conan: When I Be Gin's Brother

Played off.

Yuzuo squatted on the ground, holding his head with his hands, staring at the snow in front of him, his expression a bit solemn.

I originally wanted to prank my son, but looking at the current situation... I guess I lost my temper.

On the snow in front of them are Conan's glasses, belt, sneakers, watch...

These things are arranged in a cross, with a word in the middle that is covered with snow and is almost illegible:

"hyde."

Not far from the word, there was a trace of a suitcase being dragged. The other party had no intention of making any cover-up, and just told him plainly.

'Conan has been packed into my suitcase and taken away.'

As for that word, it should be a clue deliberately left by the person who kidnapped Conan.

I don’t know if it’s a bad idea or some strange purpose…

"Yusaku, Shinichi..." Yukiko was interrupted by Yusaku before she could finish her words.

"Well, it looks like he was really kidnapped."

Yukiko's eyes suddenly turned red, "What should we do? Shinichi is just a child now!"

Yuzuo was silent for a while, looking carefully at the almost disappearing mark on the snow. Soon, he patted his knees and stood up.

"It's okay." He turned back to look at Yukiko, "I don't think the person who kidnapped Conan would hurt him."

"And..." A glimmer of confidence flashed in his eyes, and Yusaku gently rubbed Yukiko's head to comfort her.

"We'll find him soon."

"He is in a certain church in Cupido!"

…………

horse……

How many horses...

How many horses are there...

The empty church echoed with crisp popping sounds, like earthworms desperately drilling into his brain. It seemed as if his brain had been opened up to a vast grassland, and a horse was having fun on it...

In the confusion, Conan heard the nightmare question again.

"How many horses?"

Conan raised his head dully, "...Seven horses?"

"No, it's five horses."

Ah, did you guess wrong again?

Alas, forget it, he is used to it. Conan lowered his head, his eyes unwilling.

Already when he guessed wrong for the third time, he already knew that the man wearing a gas mask in front of him had no intention of letting him answer the question correctly and leave smoothly.

Whether the so-called horses are correct or not is actually just a decision he made in a single thought.

In the final analysis, this pervert is just enjoying playing with himself, right?

"Damn it..." He cursed in a low voice, while the person in front of him was still clapping his hands rhythmically.

Bang bang, bang bang bang...

After the high-fives stopped, the man still asked the same question, but Conan was no longer in the mood to answer.

"How many horses?" the man asked again, still silent.

This strange silence lasted for a while. Kurosawa Rin glanced at his watch and then looked up at Conan.

The Conan in front of him obviously didn't want to answer any more. He looked dejected as if he hadn't lived enough and was about to die, contrasting with the serious look that he had just focused on.

"This expression is cuter."

A sudden sentence suddenly appeared in my mind, it was a cold male voice, without any warning.

Um?

This sentence……

Kurosawa Rin was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered the time, and subconsciously glanced at his watch.

He had asked so enthusiastically that he had ignored the time. It was already ten minutes later than the time he expected to leave. If he stayed for a while, Conan's father would block him at the door.

The hints he left had no technical content, and with the level of excellent work, he would be able to lock in this place very quickly.

He frowned and stood up quickly, put away the camera hidden somewhere, cleaned up the evidence, and left the church.

"See you later, I don't have time today." He said these words lightly, turned around, closed the door and left.

"Hey...you...!" Conan watched as the man straightened up and left. Before he could finish his sentence, the door was closed.

He was left alone in this church, his body tied up and unable to move.

"I don't know if anyone will find me if I shout for help." Conan looked at the closed door, took a deep breath, and shouted for help. He kept shouting like this for a long time, but no one noticed.

"No one...are we really going to die here?"

Conan was unwilling to give in and wanted to try to struggle and call for help again, but his voice was already hoarse, and even a cough felt like burning pain. This was the result of the milk fed by the previous person.

Aha……

Is this the only way we can go?

Starved to death, thirsty to death.

In this church that no one can find.

"Ha... As a result, I still don't know anything about those men in black..."

Conan smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly heard a voice calling his name outside. He raised his eyes and saw the dim sunlight shining in from the door.

"Conan! Conan!"

"finally found you!"

Yukiko stepped forward and hugged Conan, murmuring, "It really scared me to death, Xin, it's great that you're okay..."

The dazzling sunlight made it difficult for him to see the person in front of him, but the familiar voice and embrace still made him subconsciously call out, "...Mom?"

"It's really easy for us to find." Yuzu stood calmly at the door, looking at Conan who was a little dull.

"Dad...and Dr. Ali." The joy of surviving the disaster made his eyes redden and he laughed, "It's really great to see you again...!"

After being freed from his restraints and put on his shoes again, Conan finally let go of his tense heart. He looked at Yuzu and suddenly remembered the problem that had been bothering him.

"Hey, dad, let me ask you a question..." Conan looked serious.

"Huh?" Yuzuo was a little surprised. The question that could stump his son must not be too simple. He pretended to listen carefully, "What is the problem?"

I saw Conan raise his hand and start clapping imitating Kurosawa Rin's behavior before.

Bang bang bang bang...

There was a crisp sound of applause.

He asked Xiang Yuzuo seriously: "How many horses do you think this is?"

Excellent work:???

What kind of horses? Where did they come from?

What was he asking? Why didn't I understand it?

Conan looked at his father with a puzzled expression and shook his head, "Forget it, let's not ask this... By the way, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be abroad?"

Yukiko rubbed Conan's head, "Actually, we had already returned, but we found that you were not at home. Dr. Agasa told us that you had become smaller."

Conan nodded and asked, "Then why didn't you go find me immediately?"

"Ah, well." Yukiko smiled awkwardly, "We originally wanted to give you a surprise, Shinichi..."

Yukiko explained the previous prank plan. After listening, Conan rolled his eyes and said, "So, the woman named Edogawa Fumiyo..."

"That's right, it's me..." Yukiko nodded.

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, and he suddenly remembered the man wearing the red mask before, and looked at Kudo Yusaku who was standing at the door, "Then the man before is my father?"

"But, isn't it a bit too much to draw my blood specifically and tie me to this place?"

"Did he draw your blood?" The smile on Yuzuo's face disappeared and became solemn. Looking at Conan's confused expression, he explained, "I'm not the one who tied you here. Please tell me first.

What's going on?"

Conan was stunned, "Not you?"

"Then he really is...!" Conan's pupils narrowed, he looked around and said anxiously, "Anyway, this is not a place where you can stay for a long time. I will tell you in detail when I get back!"

The few of them looked at each other, nodded, and immediately drove back to Kudo's house.