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

An incomprehensible roar came from behind.

A tall, muscular man wearing a mask rushed up from behind.

Seeing that Kudo Kazuma neither dodged nor yielded, the burly man drew a short sword and lunged at him.

"!"

Kudo Kazuma was startled.

He threw the umbrella aside, dodged to the other man's side, exchanged a couple of blows, found an opening, and kicked the burly man in the back of the knee.

Taking advantage of the burly man's forward lean, he grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife, twisted and lifted it backward, and stepped on the man's head, stomping his face directly into the rainwater on the ground.

"Tell me! Where did you hide my brother?"

Where is the Elementary School Grim Reaper I was promised?

How did he end up as a burly man with a knife and a mask?

Moreover, he was a burly man who attempted to kill someone directly with a knife.

Get a knife!

He actually hurt people in such a straightforward way in the Detective Conan world, this is not Detective Conan style!

Another angry curse rang out.

It's not Japanese, not English, and not Chinese.

Kudo Kazuma couldn't understand, but he knew the other person was swearing rudely.

With a stomp of his foot, the other person immediately fell silent.

Footsteps sounded again.

A tall, short-haired woman in a formal suit rushed forward, bent down, and with two quick snaps, put a silver bracelet on the burly man holding the knife.

"Hello, I am Miwako Sato from the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. Thank you for your assistance in apprehending the criminal."

After arresting the burly man with the knife, the short-haired woman straightened up and showed her police ID.

But he paused slightly when he saw Kudo Kazuma's face.

"Kudo-kun?"

A series of hurried footsteps sounded.

A chubby police officer wearing a brown hat and a brown trench coat led a group of people after them.

It was Inspector Megure and his officers.

Sato Miwako lifted the criminal up with one hand and nodded to Inspector Megure: "Kudo-kun helped us catch him."

Megure Juzo had a happy expression on his face and patted Kudo Kazuma's shoulder hard.

"Brother Kudo, thank you again!"

"I didn't expect that besides your strong crime-solving skills, you're also quite good at practical skills, hahaha."

Kudo Kazuma perfectly timed his expression of bewilderment: "Officer, have you mistaken me for someone else?"

Who is Kudo?

“My surname is Edogawa, Edogawa Kazuma.”

"what?"

Megure paused for a moment before extending his hand and saying, "Hello, I'm Megure from the First Investigation Division."

"Edogawa, is that right?"

"You really do look exactly like that high school detective, Shinichi Kudo."

Kazuma Kudo shook hands with Inspector Megure and asked earnestly, "Excuse me, Officer Megure, are you face-blind?"

Kudo Kazuma was somewhat speechless.

He felt that he looked different from Shinichi Kudo, so how come no one could tell except his parents and his unlucky older brother?

Megure coughed awkwardly: "Face blindness? I don't think so, do I?"

"Hahaha, look at this rain, it's still pouring. Edogawa-kun, your clothes are soaked. You should change them soon."

"We need to work overtime to thoroughly investigate the criminal gang behind this person, so we won't stay any longer."

Kazuma Kudo sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose, endured his headache, and said goodbye to Inspector Megure and the others. He then turned around and headed back towards Gin's safe house, still holding his umbrella.

Those despicable robbers! They made him stand in the rain for half a day on an empty stomach. What if his condition worsens? Who can he complain to?

On his way back, he stopped at a nearby convenience store and bought a bunch of snacks.

After eating some snacks and drinking a large glass of hot water, Kudo Kazuma, feeling his body temperature rise again, quickly took off his outer clothes and wrapped himself back in the blankets.

Rainy days, days for sleeping.

Since death has already been born, there's no stopping it now.

Such perfect weather, yet such a distressing body.

Why go out and make yourself unhappy?

sleep!

The Black Organization's Base 4 in Tokyo was shrouded in smoke and exuded a chilling atmosphere.

Gin sat on the large leather sofa, smoking with a cold expression, his chilling aura almost freezing the entire base.

Vodka stood beside the sofa, tapping his phone repeatedly, barely daring to breathe.

Cohen sat in his seat, saying nothing, silently cleaning his gun.

Only Chianti, with her exaggerated makeup, asked Vodka with an impatient look, "Didn't you say Dampo would be coming?"

"It's already dark and he still hasn't come. He's already this arrogant after just returning to Japan?"

Vodka first glanced at Gin, who had a cold face, before carefully choosing his words and saying, "Danpo has been in poor health since childhood, and he fell ill again after returning to Tokyo."

"Perhaps...perhaps he was too ill to come?"

Chianti had wanted to leave for a while, but since Gin didn't say anything, she could only complain, "Tch! How can you do exercise when you're not feeling well?"

"Who made the decision?"

Vodka glanced cautiously at Gin, who was still radiating coldness, then shrank back and didn't dare to speak.

It's true that Danpo was in poor health from a young age, but it's also true that he's a good fighter.

Can you just doubt the people your elder brother trained?

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke and suddenly stood up.

"Vodka, let's go."

"Yes!"

Vodka nodded reflexively, then paused, stunned.

"Big brother, where are we going?"

Gin didn't say anything, threw the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, flicked his trench coat and walked out.

Vodka quickly followed.

It wasn't until he touched the steering wheel that he suddenly realized, could it be that his older brother was going to find Danpo?

Tanpo just returned to Tokyo and, too lazy to choose a safe house, is currently staying at one of Gin's safe houses.

Vodka asked for the address of the destination briefly and knew that he had indeed guessed correctly.

As night deepened, Gin and Vodka, covered in rain and sweat, returned to this safe house that he rarely visited before.

The living room lights were on.

Kudo Kazuma's black trench coat, soaked by the rain, hung crookedly in the entryway.

A black umbrella lay on the ground, the water stains beneath it still wet.

Kudo Kazuma lay sprawled at the doorway between the bedroom and the living room, his right hand outstretched as if trying to reach his phone, which was still some distance away.

Upon seeing this, Vodka immediately looked at Gin.

"Big brother!"

Gin strode over, squatted down, and turned Kudo Kazuma over.

A flushed face and almost pale lips came into view.

Gin frowned, looked at his phone in the distance, and snorted.

"Brother..." Vodka took out his phone, "Should I call the organization's doctor over?"

"Need not."

Gin quickly stripped off Kudo Kazuma's slightly damp shirt and trousers, wrapped him in a thick, dry blanket, hoisted him up, and headed outside.

Vodka grabbed the umbrella by the door and hurried after him.

At the same time, he couldn't help but silently complain to himself.

Danpo even burned himself unconscious, and this is what you call "reassuring"?

This is to reassure the mission target, right?

Base 4.

Since Gin did not order the disbandment before leaving, Cohen and Chianti could only wait silently.

Cohen remained silent, but after cleaning the gun, having nothing else to do, he simply started counting the fluttering wings of the swallowtail butterfly at the corner of Chianti's eye.

After waiting for a long time, Chianti surprisingly developed a rebellious curiosity out of his impatience.

She wanted to see for herself what kind of person Danpo was, who had been weak since childhood but could still perform exercises and who they had been waiting for all this time!

Then she saw Gin carrying in a blanket that had been rolled up.

He bypassed the outer perimeter that was trying to reach them and coldly ordered, "Get the doctors from the base here immediately!"

Good guy!

Chianti's eyes widened suddenly, and the wings of the swallowtail butterfly at the corner of her eye trembled slightly.

For Gin to personally carry it in, that's truly "sacred"!