Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

The indescribable emotion was like a huge rock pressing on his heart, and coupled with the constant erosion of the cold that had not yet fully recovered, Conan only felt a dull feeling in his chest, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

At this moment, a strange feeling suddenly emerged in his mind. It was as if someone had forcibly pried open his skull and stuffed a large amount of messy information directly into his brain. He felt himself plunged into chaos and felt dizzy.

Under the influence of these multiple factors, Conan finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a coma again.

"Damn, am I at odds with this world?! I'm either unconscious or on the verge of unconsciousness!"

This was Conan's last thought before he fell into a coma.

"Uh, another strange ceiling? No, it seems there's not even a ceiling here!"

Looking at the dark and deep environment around him, which was like the universe, and the non-existent ceiling above his head, Conan complained weakly:

"So where is this place? Have I traveled through time again?

I was saying, it turns out that the Grim Reaper and I just don't get along! It's only been a few days since I came here, and I've already fainted three or four times!

My character shouldn't be this kind of frail, sickly scholar! "

Just as he was dragging his weak body (he thought) and trying hard to get up from the ground, a voice rang out from beside him:

"what are you doing?"

"Of course I have to find a way to stand up! I don't know where this is, but if I keep lying on the ground, I'll catch a cold! I'm still recovering from my cold!"

"...But this is your spiritual world! Not only will you never catch a cold here, but if you really wanted to, you could tear a Gundam apart with just brute force!"

"Eh? Is that so? Let me try... Wait! Who are you?!"

Conan finally reacted and turned around, looking around. Finally, he found a small figure nearby.

"You are, Conan? No, you are Kudo Shinichi himself?"

"...To be precise, I belong to Kudo Shinichi's memories, but if you think of me as Kudo Shinichi, I have no objection."

After hearing what 'Kudo Shinichi' said, Conan nodded thoughtfully:

"So, you brought me here? But why did you bring me here? To make me leave your body? I don't know what to do."

Listening to Conan's words, Shinichi knew that he didn't understand what he meant. However, he didn't say anything more, just shook his head slightly:

"You're overthinking it. I told you, this is your spiritual world, not mine! I didn't pull you in, and I can't drive you out. Besides, there's no need for me to expel you from my body!"

Looking at the distrust and suspicion on Conan's face, Shinichi sighed:

"Forget it, since you think I'm Kudo Shinichi, then just assume it's like that! But, it really wasn't me who dragged you here. I don't have that kind of ability!"

Looking at the 'I knew it' expression on Conan's face, Shinichi shook his head helplessly. Is it true that no one believes you these days? It's too hard for him!

But forget it, since Conan thinks he is Kudo, let's do as he thinks! Thinking of this, Shinichi continued:

“You can understand it this way:

The pure Kudo Shinichi of the past is dead! The pure you from another world came here at that time and merged with him into a brand new individual.

And when you merged, due to some special reasons, Kudo's memories of the past ten years were separated and formed me! Do you understand what I mean?"

"I think I understand. In other words, you are not actually Kudo Shinichi, you are just his memory, right?

But why do you have human consciousness in your memory? Also, where is Kudo Shinichi's soul? "

After Shinichi said this, Conan finally reacted.

But once a question is explained, more questions will arise. At this time, Conan finally understood the meaning of this sentence. He felt that countless questions were popping up.

The most important thing is where Kudo Shinichi is going.

"Kudo?"

Shinichi's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Conan:

"Well, just think of his soul as merging with yours."

Not noticing the strange look on Shinichi's face, Conan nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder, although I have no memories from Kudo, I always have a familiar feeling in my heart when I see Xiaolan and the others.

If Shinichi's soul merges with mine, then there will be no problem!

"As for me, my consciousness was probably nurtured due to the peculiarities of this space, coupled with the influence of time!

After all, although you have been in this world for less than a week, I have been in this space for almost two years.

It's really bizarre to say, before you showed up, Shinichi believed in science the most. I didn't expect that after you came, I discovered that there are such unscientific things in this world! "

"Is that so?"

Conan understood:

"So, you are willing to die like this?"

Everyone is afraid of death. Although the person in front of him is not Kudo Shinichi, he has inherited all of Kudo Shinichi's memories!

Coupled with the humanity he has developed, in Conan's eyes, he can basically be regarded as Kudo Shinichi himself!

Therefore, looking at the man in front of him who seemed to have let go of everything, Conan really didn't understand why he could be so relieved to see his body being occupied by him.

"Just because you know your parents and the people you love are still alive here, are you willing to give up living?"

Although Conan would not give up hope of living, he could not understand why Kudo did not even think of fighting.

"Those aren't my parents!"

Kudo rolled his eyes and grumbled. Then he continued:

"I understand what you're thinking. It's nothing more than that I'm more entitled to these things than you, so why shouldn't I fight for them? Is there some conspiracy going on?"

Conan turned his head away, obviously, Kudo had guessed his thoughts. Kudo sighed helplessly:

"If I could, of course I want to live! But there's no way, I'm just a collection of memories, not a complete soul! Even if I take over the body, I can't drive it well.

And the reason I was able to be born is entirely because I absorbed a part of your spiritual power. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have survived for a few days..."

"Wait, you're absorbing my mental energy? So, is it you who's responsible for my frequent comas these past few days?"

Before Shinichi could finish his words, Conan interrupted him and asked.

"Well... should, probably, perhaps, possibly, be this way?"

Shinichi blushed and said with a wandering look. Conan stared at him intently, his eyes full of contempt.

"Okay, stop asking these questions! Are you still going to listen?"

Shinichi said in anger. Seeing this, Conan also withdrew his gaze and motioned him to continue.

Shinichi adjusted his mood and continued:

"Also, didn't I say this before? The time here is not the same as outside! I've been living here for almost two years.

I know you very well, whether it's your past or your mood, I know everything. So, I don't think I have the qualifications to compete with you! No one is more suitable to be Conan than you. "

Shinichi said this seriously on the surface, but in reality, he was already rolling his eyes crazily in his heart. What a joke! How could he be more suitable to be Conan than the guy in front of him!

But there was nothing he could do. Since the guy in front of him didn't think he was Conan, he had no choice but to continue acting with him!

"But I don't have your memories? How can I replace you?"

Conan shook his head.

"About this, what did you think you were doing before you came in? You fainted because I've started to merge with you and your past memories are resurfacing, okay?"

At this point, a bitter look appeared on Shinichi's lips. In fact, he had thought about replacing Conan. After all, he had only lived for such a short time and it was not enough!

But a wish is just a wish after all. He is just a personality, not a complete soul. In addition, given Kudo Shinichi's moral values, he cannot do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit himself.

The most important thing is that it was just a memory that was sealed by the body's instinct. As Conan's body recovers, this memory that was sealed by instinct is gradually recovering.

In other words, the very foundation that made him up was gradually dissipating! In this case, what qualifications did he have to compete with Conan for ownership of his body?

Looking at the little Conan in front of him, Kudo smiled:

"So, from now on, the past, present and future all belong to you. I hope you can treat them well. I also hope that your future will be better and more exciting than mine.

I will give you everything I have. This is my final gift, so please accept it! Similarly, I hope you can treat the people around you better."

After saying this, his figure began to fade and disappear, and finally only a pitch-black magatama was left.

Looking at the place where Kudo disappeared, Conan's mouth curled up:

"Don't worry, I agree to your request. I will live well and treat them well! After all, from now on, they are also my family."

After saying that, he picked up the last gem left by Kudo and stuffed it directly into his chest without any hesitation.

As Conan watched the jade gradually sinking into his body, a familiar but somewhat annoying voice popped up in his mind.

"Hehe, as expected, you trust others so much! If it weren't for the fact that I really couldn't survive, you would have known today how dangerous the world is!

You believe everything others say and stuff these weird things into your soul. Aren’t you really afraid of being possessed by me?

Thank me, I didn't have that thought. Next time, remember to be careful and don't stuff all those weird things into your soul! It's better to engrave it into your DNA than to stuff it into your soul!

As for this magatama-like thing, it is not actually a gift from me. It has been here from the beginning and has always been around your soul, wanting to merge into your soul.

After I woke up, I took it and studied it out of curiosity. Judging from the results, there's no difference, so you probably won't care, right? As for my gift for you, you'll know what it is soon!

From now on, please live well, including me!"

The voice disappeared, this time it disappeared completely, and along with the voice, also disappeared the last trace of pure Kudo Shinichi left in this world.

From now on, the one who leaves a mark on this world is the new Kudo Shinichi!

"Really? You're already dead, but you're still trying to make a presence known. You're just like me. Being in the spotlight is ingrained in you."

Conan shook his head helplessly.

"Then let me see what the last gift you left for me is."

The so-called gift is actually an instruction manual, which is how to use this space that Kudo has mastered over the years.

The so-called spiritual space is actually a fantasy space! Conan can gain and learn various abilities through fantasy here.

Unfortunately, the abilities acquired in this space are actually just memories.

Brain: “I learned it”, hand: “No, you didn’t, don’t come over here!” This situation.

However, despite this, this space is also omnipotent! Because he can directly create various instruments here to practice.

"There's nothing you can't do, only things you can't imagine" is the best description for this space.

Of course, as mentioned before, although this space can produce various objects for practice according to his thoughts, there is no way for his body to come in here.

Therefore, after training here, one can only acquire knowledge, but not abilities that require muscle memory, such as fighting and shooting.

Moreover, although anything can be generated here, only items with corresponding abilities can be generated based on Conan's understanding.

For example, although the generated firearms can be used freely in this space, if you want to disassemble them and master the manufacturing process, I'm sorry, these props will let you know what "green technology" is.

After knowing this, Conan sighed helplessly:

"Although this world is great, there are so many restrictions that I can't realize many of my ideas! Moreover, just having knowledge without practical experience won't work! Even if I train here for a long time, my body is the capital of revolution.

Without the ability to build up my physical strength, how am I supposed to survive among those Super Popcorn Men?!"