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

Conan plans to go to the hospital to explain the crucial clue about the playing cards to them.

Kazuma Kudo plans to go home to catch up on his sleep and, incidentally, reduce his prolonged contact with Conan, hoping to stay away from the Grim Reaper for safety.

"I'm going home to adjust to the time difference. Remember to call me if there's any progress."

As night fell, Kudo Kazuma, who had slept for several hours, woke up.

While I was having dinner, I actually received a call from Conan.

Conan first gave him a brief overview of the case's progress.

Inspector Megure pointed out that Murakami Takeshi, who was arrested by Uncle Mori ten years ago, had just been released a week ago, and that guy was a professional card dealer.

The group deduced that the culprit was Murakami Takeshi, who wanted to take revenge on Kogoro Mouri after his release from prison, and that the order of the crimes was indeed from the highest to the lowest of the playing cards, with the targets being the people around Uncle Mouri.

"Uncle judged that 'ten' refers to Miss Toko, and he has already gone with Inspector Megure to protect her. Ran and I went back to the office first."

At this point, Conan suddenly hesitated.

"Ichima, tell me... when criminals take hostages, why do those with guns attack the hostages instead of the criminals? Why would they do that?"

Why would you do that? Killing the hostages would eliminate the hostage problem.

Kazuma Kudo originally intended to be mischievous, but then he suddenly remembered that Conan had shot Ran to save her from being taken hostage...

Okay, I'll stop being cheeky.

He asked seriously, "How good is that man's marksmanship?"

Conan paused for a moment: "...Very good, far better than those police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Kudo Kazuma blinked. Sure enough, this was referring to Kogoro Mouri, wasn't it?

"That's easy to understand! Since the marksmanship is excellent and there's no way the shot went astray, it must have been intentional."

"The criminals took hostages not to harm them, but to escape."

"Anyone who has ever taken hostages knows that if a hostage is injured, they are no longer a shield for escape, but a burden and a stumbling block. At this point, if you still want to escape smoothly, you can only abandon the hostage!"

"I think the police shot the hostages to prevent them from being taken away and into greater danger."

Conan: "..."

Although he was happy that the doubts were resolved, what nonsense was that brat talking about?

What do you mean by "anyone who has ever taken hostages knows this"?!

He said, somewhat speechless, "I really thank you, you've been a huge help..."

Kudo Kazuma chuckled, "You don't have to thank me if you don't want to."

Anyway, in each movie, the dear Grim Reaper will always help him create a few souls, isn't that much better than saying thank you?

Because he had slept for half the afternoon, Kudo Kazuma wasn't too sleepy and stayed up late before finally falling asleep. He woke up at around 9 a.m. the next day.

Kudo Kazuma had just made himself a quick meal when he received a call from Conan.

"What's wrong?" Kudo Kazuma asked casually while eating the pancake he had made. "Any new developments in the case?"

On the other end of the phone, Conan's voice was filled with static: "Ichima! We're near the agency. Can you help me find a spacious, flat place nearby suitable for landing a helicopter? Something's happened here!"

Kazuma Kudo paused for a moment, then instinctively blurted out, "The playground of Teitan Elementary School or Teitan High School..."

The call was abruptly disconnected.

Kudo Kazuma dropped his breakfast, used the [Sword Control Technique] to leap out, and landed on the roof of the Mouri Detective Agency in the back alley in a few leaps.

Then he saw a helicopter flying crookedly towards Teitan Elementary School high above him...

A huge firework exploded at Teitan Elementary School a moment later...

Kudo Kazuma quickly made his way to Teitan Elementary School, found Conan covered in dust and dirt, and scooped him up.

Seeing that the smaller version of his older brother wasn't seriously injured, he breathed a sigh of relief: "What happened?"

It turns out that the helicopter's owner, Hiroki Tsuji, was the "ten" in this operation. His usual eye drops had been replaced with mydriatic eye drops. People with normal vision will experience blurred vision when exposed to direct sunlight after using mydriatic eye drops.

Normally it might not have caused him much harm, but this time he was flying a helicopter... The killer clearly intended to kill him.

Kudo Kazuma stared at the billowing black smoke rising from the helicopter after the explosion, his face unconsciously turning frosty.

Who the murderer wants to kill is their business, but Conan almost got implicated this time. Even if it's very likely that Conan sneaked onto the plane on his own, he can't let the murderer get away with it.

"Isma?" Conan sensed a faint chill and looked up at Kudo Isma.

Kudo Kazuma blinked: "I was so worried about your safety that I rushed over without even finishing my meal. You guys go and take Mr. Tsuji Hiroki home, I have to go home for dinner."

As he spoke, he reached out and ruffled his older brother's hair: "Be careful next time!"

Ultimately, wasn't it because this unlucky guy was too reckless?

Thinking of this, Kudo Kazuma put Conan down, then took a picture of the dusty Conan and the helicopter wreckage still emitting black smoke in the background, and posted it on Ran's Bond.

The plane crashed, but don't worry, my brother and I are both safe.

When Conan saw that Kazuma Kudo was messaging Ran, his eyes widened considerably: "What are you doing, sir?"

Kudo Kazuma shrugged: "As you can see, find someone who can keep you in check, so you don't recklessly rush into things."

Conan, or rather, his older brother Shinichi Kudo, would have no objection if he wanted to uphold his principles of justice by rescuing or apprehending people.

But if Xiaolan doesn't teach him a lesson for his reckless behavior this time, who knows what he'll do in the future?

Conan, feeling utterly hopeless, followed Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Megure away, while Kazuma Kudo went home to have dinner.

Just before he was about to take a nap at 2 p.m., Conan called again.

"Ichima, you're Ichima!"

The lightning strike at the opening ceremony immediately made Kudo Kazuma lose his composure.

"Shinichi Kudo, are you even thinking straight?" Kazuma Kudo looked utterly speechless. "What nonsense are you spouting all of a sudden? I don't have any interest in that kind of thing!"

Conan was clearly taken aback before explaining to his bratty younger brother, whose brain seemed to be completely out of control.

It turned out that when they took Tsuji Hiroki, whose eyes were still bothering him, home, they found a 10 of spades in his car.

Now they were absolutely certain that the other party was indeed targeting the people around Kogoro Mouri in the order of the playing cards.

Kudo Kazuma was speechless for a moment: "So, you mean that if that Murakami Takeshi kills Uncle Mori, who is ranked fifth, and then continues to make moves, then the one corresponding to the number one, which is the Ace of Spades, should be me?"

Conan's voice was somewhat serious: "Yes, Ran and I both think so."

“We’ve found the bartender, Sawa Muko, who corresponds to number eight, and he’s arranged to meet Mr. Asahi Katsuyoshi, who corresponds to number nine, at 3 p.m. at the Water Crystal Restaurant in Tokyo Bay. You should come along too; it’ll be safer if we’re all together.”

Upon hearing the words "bartender Sawamu Kohei," Kudo Kazuma immediately remembered that the real culprit was right there!

"Okay, I'll pack up and head to the Water Crystal to meet you."

After hanging up the phone, Kazuma Kudo casually sent a message to Shinichi Kudo's phone number.

No, you said I correspond to the number one, so why can't it be you?