Being in Detective Conan, being officially part of the organization is just too awesome!

"Heh, heh heh,"

'Shin-ichiro Tomoaki' barely suppressed the urge to strangle the chubby boy in front of him and forced a smile.

"Kojima-kun, actually, you only need to lift your clothes up a little bit..."

"Oh fine......"

Genta had no choice but to put the clothes down, looking somewhat regretful.

Shinichiro squeezed the stethoscope in his hand, making a decision in his heart.

I must find an opportunity to pass on intelligence to the organization and get rid of this fat kid...

clap clap-

clap clap-

After Bei Jie thoroughly ravaged Genta's body, the examination finally ended.

Genta left his seat, still somewhat unsatisfied.

It feels so good. I don't know why, but this older brother's hands feel so comfortable on my body...

"Burp—a shrimp!"

Shinichiro called out to Conan and the other children who were queuing behind him.

This time, it was Mitsuhiko who went up.

Unlike the boy band, he looked perfectly normal.

Be polite and do what you are told.

This greatly pleased Shinichiro.

......

The examination was very quick; Mitsuhiko and Ayumi were all examined in no time.

"Burp—a shrimp!"

Shinichi continued shouting.

Next up is Conan.

Conan walked over, casually sat down, and instead of looking at Araide Tomoaki, he looked idly at the female doctor next to him...

He's experienced plenty of these kinds of physical exams in his life, so he felt no sense of novelty whatsoever.

He just wanted to finish the checkup quickly and go back to playing football...

Hmm...it seems like there's a C...

"Little Conan, we meet again."

Shinichiro said to Conan with a smile.

Conan wasn't surprised that Araide Tomoaki recognized him.

Mad has been involved in another murder case recently; it would be strange if he didn't recognize himself.

"Hahaha,"

Conan smiled 'politely'.

"Hello Dr. Shinichi, it's been a long time."

"Oh dear, why are you calling me 'doctor'? That's so formal."

Shinichiro Araide chuckled and patted Conan on the head.

"Just call him Brother Zhiming!"

"Um... Brother Zhiming."

Conan said helplessly.

He couldn't help but wonder if Shinichiro was actually interested in Ran, otherwise why would he be trying so hard to get close to him...

Damn it, he knew that this Shinichiro Tomoaki, who looked like a pretty boy, was up to no good!

At this moment, what 'Shin-ide Tomoaki' was thinking was...

Yes, they look very similar.

Especially the moment the glasses were taken off...

Her guess was right; Cherry was indeed interested in one of the new clinic staff!

His goal is his own child!

Damn Cherry...

A murderous glint flashed in Vermouth's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

No one noticed.

Before long, Conan's physical examination was over.

Shinichiro put the small stick that he was supposed to throw away into the drawer, and subtly rummaged in a thermometer that Conan had touched...

"Burp—a shrimp!"

Next up is Ai Haibara...

Vermouth's eyes lit up even more when she saw Ai Haibara's appearance.

The operation involving Conan was repeated.

Great, I have successfully achieved my goal.

Next, we need to find a way to eliminate these two potential threats to our children...

.......................................

After school in the afternoon

"Kick the ball! Kick the ball!"

Genta waved his hand and shouted slogans.

The children behind them were also full of energy.

However, they did not play football at school.

Instead, they found another empty space.

Purpose...?

It's naturally for the convenience of eating cake!

This is a large, empty lawn, next to a construction site. There are hardly any people at home around at this time, so there's no need to worry about getting yelled at.

Most importantly, it's very close to a really good cake shop!

The boy, the detective, Dan, and Ayumi all began warming up.

Even Ai Haibara joined in.

Conan couldn't help but ask casually,

"Haibara, aren't you going to read the magazine you just bought?"

Magazine?

Ai Haibara was slightly taken aback.

Then she remembered that, in order to better portray that character, she had been forced to bring the latest biology journal from home to school.

Good heavens, she was already acting when she was only four years old. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was completely uneducated and incompetent.

Even if she studied it and had the skills, she still couldn't understand such advanced academic journals!

So all we can do is pretend.

Now that it's in her schoolbag, she's too lazy to take it out and look at it even for a second...

"No,"

Ai Haibara smiled, eager to try.

"Playing football is so much more fun! Let's start. How do we divide the teams?"

"Simple,"

Mitsuhiko simply waved his hand.

"Conan, go over there. Genta, Ayumi, and Haibara, the four of us will go together!"

"..."

Conan took a deep breath.

Mitsuhiko, you really know how to divide things into sides.

He had something he was unsure whether he should say...

To everyone's surprise, despite Mitsuhiko's absurd distribution of loot, Ayumi and Genta both expressed their agreement.

"Mitsuhiko divides it well."

"That's right, that's right! Conan should be the only one to deal with all of us!"

Genta waved his fist and spoke angrily.

Ai Haibara was a little curious. Could it be that Conan's soccer skills were really that good?

Not so!

Even if he was a high school student before, he was still just a high school student.

Moreover, now that they've shrunk, high school techniques shouldn't be needed at all...

With the score at three to one, Conan reluctantly agreed to the suggestion of splitting the teams.

Soon, everyone got moving.

Fifteen minutes later...

Ai Haibara propped herself up on her legs, panting heavily.

Damn, now she finally understood why Genta and the others had all agreed.

Compared to those who basically treat it as entertainment, Conan's skills are practically professional, like beating up elementary school kids.

Plus, this kid is inexplicably fast and has amazing stamina; it's like he has the physical abilities of a high school student in his elementary school body...

Even with four against one, they were no match!

Conan then dribbled past four defenders once again, kicked the ball inside the line, and finished with a sliding tackle on his knees in celebration...

Genta finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Damn it! I'm not playing with you anymore, Conan!"

He angrily kicked the soccer ball with a powerful kick...

call out--

The soccer ball arced through the air and landed in the yard of the neighboring house.