Conan and Gin are both my brothers, what's wrong with meeting them once?

Kazuma Kudo was speechless.

He was still excited and just casually talked nonsense to his older brother.

He regretted saying things like asking Gin to work for him as soon as he finished speaking—wasn't he just afraid that his unlucky brother wouldn't suspect him?

Before he could even use [Sound Bewitching] to disrupt Conan's thoughts, he heard Conan's outrageous question...

No, what kind of image does he have in the eyes of this unlucky guy?

I'd rather suspect he's mentally unstable and hasn't taken his medication than doubt that he knows Gin.

He gestured to the bandage wrapped around Conan's forearm: "You're the one who needs to take your medicine, aren't you?"

Conan noticed the bruises on his younger brother's left arm and frowned. "Your arm is injured? What happened?"

Kudo Kazuma spoke in a very nonchalant tone: "Gin made the call."

Although he dodged most of Gin's attacks, he still needed to get a few hard hits to vent his anger—no wonder Gin was almost furious at his sudden, unprovoked probing.

"Heh." Conan couldn't help but glare at him. "Gin hit you? You didn't want him to work for you, and he refused, so he hit you?"

Kazuma Kudo raised his hand and gave him a thumbs up: "As expected of a famous detective, you guessed perfectly!"

Although the guess is not quite right, at least the surface reason is correct.

Conan rolled his eyes at his bratty younger brother, speechless: "Keep making things up!"

He'd be a fool to believe that!

Kudo Kazuma shrugged and readily agreed, immediately starting to make up a story: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. Actually, this injury was there yesterday, around midnight. You know what I mean?"

Conan remained silent: "So, it's not just that accident that caused you to revert back to normal, but also how our connection affects you when I'm injured or sick?"

Speaking of this, he also thought of the bad cold he had before he grew up. His little brother also had a cold at that time. Could it be that his cold affected him?

"Why?" he asked, puzzled. "It doesn't make sense. Other people's twins don't have this problem. Besides, I'm not influenced by you much; it's mostly you who are influenced by me."

Kazuma Kudo shrugged: "How should I know? All I know is that if you don't eat soon, it will get cold."

Okay, actually it's because his body in this world already occupies a portion of Conan's destiny. Saying he's Shinichi Kudo's younger brother is less accurate than saying he's half Shinichi Kudo...

Now he suddenly understood why most people saw him as looking exactly like his unlucky older brother. It wasn't surprising that people had face blindness; after all, in a way, his soul was Kudo Kazuma, but his body was Kudo Shinichi…

Conan was injured in his left arm, and his hospital stay was only for two days of simple observation, which did not affect his eating at all. So he quickly finished the food that his bratty younger brother had brought.

"I haven't eaten here for years. Your cooking is still as delicious as it was when I was a child, only slightly worse than Lan's."

Conan was praising his younger brother, but he was actually showing off Ran.

Kudo Kazuma chuckled, "So you're showing off Ran, aren't you?"

After a moment's thought, he sent a message to Xiaolan.

My brother was just talking about your high school days, and it suddenly occurred to me that he must have fallen quite a bit behind in his studies. He'll inevitably regress eventually; is it really a good thing he's fallen so far behind?

"What are you doing?" Conan saw his bratty younger brother's mischievous smile, leaned forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled the phone in front of him. Then he saw Ran's reply...

[Oh right! Thanks for reminding me! Shinichi hasn't been to school for so long; it's time to help him catch up on his high school studies.]

Conan: "?"

"Hey, hey—" He glared at his bratty younger brother speechlessly, "What are you doing? Lan is demanding of me by elementary school standards every day, and it's already terrifying enough that she insists on making sure I finish my elementary school homework, okay?"

"I'm trying to help you~" Kudo Kazuma ruffled his older brother's hair. "You don't want to get really bad grades on your exams, do you? Or... you don't plan to turn back?"

Conan: "..."

He let out a long breath and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Do you think Haibara... that woman from the Black Organization, can really make the antidote?"

Kazuma Kudo tilted his head: "Is it possible?"

In the original work, with little information at hand, Ai Haibara was able to create a temporary antidote based solely on her memory and analysis of the ingredients of the baijiu.

With a bunch of information he provided, including the ingredients of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) to study, and a ready-made APTX-4869 drug for analysis, it's only a matter of time before a genius like Ai Haibara makes an antidote, right?

Seeing his brat's attitude, Conan realized that asking would be pointless—his brat probably didn't know either.

He shook his head and changed the subject.

"I signed up for a Sherlock Holmes tour a few days ago and luckily won! I'm being discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning, so I'll be going this afternoon. Do you want to come with me?"

"Was that just luck? The organizers must have seen your name. It would be strange if someone with a name like yours didn't win, right?" Kudo Kazuma thought for a moment, "Fine, I'll go. Who else would it be besides me?"

"As soon as the organizers heard that I was staying at Uncle Mori's house, they invited Uncle Mori as well, so Ran came along too." Conan glanced at his bratty younger brother. "I thought you weren't going."

After all, it's one thing for my younger brother to be lazy, but the real problem is that he's prone to getting sick if they spend too much time together!

Kudo Kazuma chuckled and raised his hand to press on Conan's wound, but Conan quickly burrowed into the blankets.

"Alright, alright, I know you only came along because I'm injured..."

Kazuma Kudo shrugged, not denying his unlucky brother's guess.

Well, they didn't admit it either.

Besides worrying about Conan, he was also concerned about the multiple spirits involved in this case—the Holmes fan murder case, a rather unusual one, which he still remembered.

The next afternoon, a van pulled up downstairs at the Mori Detective Agency. After the four of them got in, the van, which had been fairly empty and comfortable, was suddenly packed with people.

They were the last to board the bus; it was already quite late.

The bus was full of Sherlock Holmes fans, who were discussing Conan Doyle's novels. Conan, on the other hand, didn't participate much. Instead, he quietly told Ran, who was sitting next to him, about the classic cases that the others were talking about.

So your older brother really only discusses Sherlock Holmes with Xiaolan, right?

Kudo Kazuma, engrossed in his phone, couldn't help but shake his head—people with such narrow minds are hopeless.

As they talked, everyone mentioned their favorite works. Conan, who had been discussing with Ran, finally popped his head up, raised his hand, and said, "My favorite is 'The Sign of Four'! I've read it so many times!"

"The little boy is amazing! He knows so many words at such a young age."

"Personally, I think 'The Red-Headed League' is the most classic..."

"I think 'A Study in Scarlet' is a timeless classic, after all, it's Holmes' first appearance!"

At this moment, someone asked Kudo Kazuma, who had been engrossed in his phone, "This... um, I don't know if you're the little brother of high school detective Kudo or the detective Edogawa, which one do you like the most?"

When he was called upon, Kazuma Kudo looked up and said, "Me? I like 'Detective Conan'."

Everyone: "...?"

Conan: "???"

For a moment, the car was filled with question marks...