On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

On the other side, Karasuma Renya came to the room where Conan was.

Conan was changed into a blue hospital gown and locked in a cubicle. Members of the experimental group stood outside the cubicle and spoke through a microphone, asking him to move.

"What's going on?" As soon as Karasuma Renya came in, he saw the boy curled up in the corner of the cubicle, "Is this Kudo Shinichi?"

"Yes."

“…A miracle, it’s really a miracle!”

Karasuma Renya couldn't help but stand up from the wheelchair, and with the help of his men, he walked to the glass of the compartment and observed carefully.

"What are you doing now?" he asked.

"Because we're not sure to what extent the drug has worked, we're letting him move around to observe his body functions." The member of the experimental team replied, "But he hasn't moved since he went in."

“Is it possible that I injected too much relaxant and it hasn’t recovered yet?”

"Impossible, we just injected the antidote."

"What if the antidote conflicts with APTX-4869 and causes the body to lose its activity?"

The people in the experimental group started discussing at once, and the subordinate standing behind Karasuma Renya saw the problem at a glance.

This is totally a stress reaction after being scared!

Are these people stupid enough to do the experiment?

He immediately told Karasuma Renya about this situation, and the experimental group looked at each other in surprise.

After a moment's contemplation, Karasuma Renye said, "Bring Carlo here."

Although Carlo is a failed product of the "perfect man", Bryce taught him very well and he is the one that Karasuma Renye appreciates most among this group of failures.

Carlo was brought to this room just after he handed over the drawn blood to the laboratory.

"Sir," he called respectfully.

Someone immediately told him about Conan's condition and asked him to calm himself down so that the people in the experimental group could observe Conan's current body functions.

"I see."

Carlo changed into the same hospital gown as Conan and walked into the cubicle.

He looked around the barren room; a mirror that took up an entire wall made the place seem even emptier.

He knew that there was a group of people on the other side of the mirror watching his every move.

Carlo no longer hesitated, walked straight to the boy in the corner and sat down shoulder to shoulder with him.

Conan, who had fallen into the endless abyss, came back to his senses after a long time. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the boy who was wearing the same clothes as him with unfocused eyes.

Carlo said nothing, just sat there quietly waiting for Conan to recover.

I don't know how much time passed, and the people outside didn't disturb him, but Conan finally responded.

The cracked lips opened with difficulty, and the voice was hoarse: "Who are you?"

"My name is Carlo."

"...Carlo."

Conan noticed that he was wearing the same clothes as him, and his slow brain finally remembered his current situation.

He was in a daze for an unknown amount of time after being captured by the organization. He seemed to have seen Vermouth and that Akiyama Jin. What did they talk about?

Conan patted his head, but was horrified to find that there was chaos except for two faces.

Carlo noticed the boy's expression and comforted him, "Don't force yourself to think. The drug you were injected with has the effect of blurring your consciousness. Forcing yourself will only give you a headache."

How could it be? What they said seemed very important... And how did I get here? Remember it quickly!

"Well!"

In the end, Conan held his head and endured the pain before he believed the boy's words.

"…Who are you?" He curled up again, hugging his knees and asked sullenly.

"Didn't I just tell you that my name is Carlo... don't you remember?"

Carlo became worried, thinking that the drug injected by Conan affected his current memory, and he looked at the one-way glass.

"I'm not asking for your name, but your identity."

Conan looked at his clothes and then at Carlo's, "Were you captured by them too?"

"Ah."

Conan, however, became alert and said cautiously: "No, you are lying!"

"You said you were captured by them, but you didn't look panicked at all. You even knew what the drug I was injected with was for."

"Who are you?"

Carlo didn't show any surprise when he was exposed. His mission was to help the boy regain his sanity, and now it seemed that he had accomplished it.

He looked at the one-way glass, waiting for instructions from the person on the other side.

But the order for him to leave has not been passed down. Does it mean that he should continue?

"What are you looking at!" Conan followed Carlo's gaze and saw a mirror that occupied an entire wall, reflecting his panicked expression.

Why is there such a big mirror in this room?

Carlo stood up, but Conan quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked, "Do you know something?"

"what?"

"Are you in the same group with those men in black?"

But Carlo remembered that just now outside, the members of the experimental group said "let him move".

So, he ignored Conan's question and continued to move forward despite the resistance.

"Hey! Where are you going? I have something to ask you!"

Conan finally met someone he could talk to, who seemed to know the inside story. How could he just leave? He immediately stood up as well.

"What do you want me to answer?"

Carlo stood in the middle of the room and turned around to ask him.

"What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

Carlo didn't answer, but showed a sympathetic expression.

Don't look at me like that...

Conan panicked, loosened his clothes and turned to grab the boy's arm, trying to escape from the inexplicable fear.

"Fuck-"

A noise came from the top of the sealed room, breaking the silence.

"who!"

Conan subconsciously moved closer to Carlo.

Carlo realized that his mission was accomplished and was about to leave, but he found that his arm was being held tightly, and he felt helpless.

"Haha, you like Carlo very much."

A voice came from above my head, surprisingly easy to talk to: "Then you should stay and accompany him."

"clear."

The boy's respectful attitude made Conan realize that the person who spoke might be the one in charge. He suddenly looked at the glass: "You are over there, right!"

He should have thought of it earlier that such a large piece of glass was a window for observation. He should have inferred it from the fact that Carlo looked over there more than once!

"As expected of the famous detective Kudo Shinichi." The voice exclaimed: "Even if it becomes smaller, it does not affect the brain's thinking. It is really perfect."

Conan got goosebumps when he heard this. After realizing that it was a one-way mirror, he felt sick at the thought of countless pairs of eyes watching his every move.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

He couldn't help but take a step back and hide his body behind Carlo.

"...You can call me Crow." Karasuma Renya looked at Conan, this great treasure, with excitement in his eyes.

The experimenter at the side monitored Conan's data based on his behavior reflecting his thinking pattern.