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

In the car, Ran asked Conan with concern, "Conan, are you alright?"

Conan shook his head, smiled sweetly, and said, "Don't worry, Ran-neechan. Maybe the medicine Hattori-nii gave me was more effective. I'm feeling much better now."

Kudo Kazuma, who was driving, quietly rolled his eyes.

Much better indeed.

After drinking Lao Bai Gan (a type of strong Chinese liquor), one can change size at will.

As soon as the group arrived at the Tsujimura residence, the butler came to greet them.

"Madam, you're back?"

"Where's the master?"

"The master is in his study and hasn't come out yet. And who are these gentlemen?"

Kimie Tsujimura glanced at the group of people behind him: "These are my old friend Mori, and his juniors."

"Mom, you're back?"

The young and gentle girl greeted him politely.

Kogoro Mouri's eyes widened when he saw the girl: "This isn't the girl in the photo..."

Hattori Heiji, who was behind him, reacted quickly by grabbing his throat and covering his mouth with his hand, preventing him from saying the rest of his words.

Kudo Kazuma, too lazy to deal with this farce, squatted down and whispered to Conan, whose forehead was covered in sweat, "Are you really alright?"

As he asked the question, he also reached out and touched Conan's forehead.

Hey!

So hot!

Conan shook his head, gritting his teeth as he said, "It's alright."

"What's so good about it?" Kudo Kazuma rolled his eyes. "What exactly did that black chicken from Osaka give you to drink? It wasn't poison, was it?"

Actually, it's the antidote, but I can't tell you right now, hehe~

Conan immediately gave him a half-moon-shaped look: "You can say less. Don't forget you have a cold too. You should take better care of yourself."

Seeing that the group was already going upstairs, Kudo Kazuma scooped up Conan and hugged him tightly: "What could possibly happen to me?"

It's just a slight cold; once I absorb the spiritual energy, I'll be fine.

The faint sound of opera drifted from the study.

Kimie Tsujimura knocked on the door several times but no one answered, so she had no choice but to take out her key, open the door, and go inside.

As soon as I entered, the opera music grew louder.

At this moment, on the desk piled high with books, Tsujimura Isao appeared to be asleep.

"No wonder I couldn't hear the knocking. How could you fall asleep with the music so loud?" Kimie Tsujimura complained as she walked over to Isao Tsujimura and gently nudged him. "Honey, wake up, we have a guest. Honey..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tsujimura Isao's burly body swayed to the side and fell to the ground with her gentle push.

Everyone was startled, and Tsujimura Kimie even pounced on Tsujimura Isao.

"Honey, wake up, honey!"

Hattori Heiji checked Tsujimura Isao's breathing: "No need to shout, he's already dead."

Kogoro Mouri quickly said, "Ran, go and notify the police."

"We also need to explain the deceased's special identity to Inspector Megure." After reminding Ran, Kudo Kazuma stepped forward to absorb the deceased's soul and casually checked his body temperature. "His body is still warm; he hasn't been dead for long."

Upon hearing this, Hattori Heiji glanced at Kudo Kazuma with suspicion.

Conan carefully examined the deceased's complexion and said in a low voice, "His lips are turning purple; he died of poisoning. And..."

He frowned: "There's a small red dot at the root of his hair, could it be..."

Conan and Heiji Hattori both begin searching for the weapon that caused the red dot.

Kudo Kazuma stood up, ready to flip the table—Conan was already sweating profusely and panting heavily. Since he already knew who the culprit was, why give Hattori Heiji a chance to see through Conan's weakness?

He stopped pretending.

Perhaps because he stood up too abruptly, Kudo Kazuma also felt slightly dizzy and had difficulty breathing.

After closing his eyes and catching his breath, he spoke slowly and deliberately: "I know who the murderer is."

Heiji Hattori, who bumped into Conan while trying to retrieve a needle suspected to be the murder weapon, exclaimed: "What?!"

Conan rubbed his forehead, his gaze towards Hattori Heiji was incredibly complex—a mixture of schadenfreude and sympathy.

He knew it.

Once the younger brother figurees out who the murderer is, they won't have a chance to cause any trouble.

Ran kindly explained to Heiji Hattori, "Usually, once Kazuma discovers who the culprit is, he doesn't need to look for evidence; he just tells them directly..."

"What?" Inspector Megure, who had teleported in, strode in and asked excitedly, "Edogawa, have you found the culprit?"

Hattori Heiji couldn't help but frown and ask, "You said you found the murderer? Who is the murderer? Do you have any evidence?"

Kazuma Kudo casually pointed: "Mrs. Tsujimura, of course. As for evidence? Don't the pinhole and needle you just found count as evidence?"

He tilted his head and used the [Sound Bewitching] skill.

"Mrs. Tsujimura, can you tell me why you killed your husband? Could it be..." he asked with a half-smile, "was it because of that prospective daughter-in-law who looks quite a bit like you?"

This next sentence immediately broke Tsujimura Kimie's defenses.

Kimie Tsujimura's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"Yes... I killed him... Before I left, I gave him a large amount of sleeping pills to put him to sleep, and after you all arrived, I killed him in front of you with a poisoned needle."

She sighed and said with a wry smile, "I was even thinking of using Detective Mouri as an alibi, but who would have thought that a young man who came with him would see through it..."

Hattori Heiji looked puzzled: "But what about the motive? You only talk about the method, not the motive. Madam, are you really not taking the blame for someone else?"

"I was about to say something when Kudo Kazuma suddenly felt a ringing in his ears."

That's not right. He just absorbed Tsujimura Isao's soul. Even if his cold didn't get better, it shouldn't be worse, right?

Seeing Hattori Heiji looking at him, he shook his head, dispelling the ringing in his ears that seemed like an illusion, and explained, "Is it possible that Mrs. Tsujimura's motive is something private that's not convenient to talk about?"

As he spoke, he felt himself having difficulty breathing.

what's the situation?

Kudo Kazuma paused for a moment, then suddenly realized something and quickly looked at Conan, who hadn't said a word for a while.

At this moment, Conan was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Seeing his somewhat dazed expression, Kudo Kazuma quickly picked him up.

"Ran, Conan isn't feeling well. Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital first."

Ran noticed Conan's state and quickly told Kogoro Mouri before following Kazuma Kudo outside.

Hattori Heiji frowned as he watched the two figures disappear into the distance, filled with doubt.

Although Edogawa Kazuma quickly pointed out who the murderer was, his method of solving cases was completely different from the Shinichi Kudo that I knew.

Moreover... compared to each other, Kazuma Edogawa and Ran Mouri are more concerned about the boy named Conan.

So he really isn't Shinichi Kudo?

Just as Hattori Heiji was wondering what was going on, Kudo Kazuma had already carried Conan out of the Tsujimura residence.

A sudden, intense pain shot through my chest.

Conan, clutching his chest, was curled up in pain.

Hearing his smaller-sized brother's suppressed low groans of pain, Kudo Kazuma couldn't help but curse inwardly.

The two brothers do have a connection like twins, but surely that connection shouldn't be this strong?

If Conan transforms, does he also have to suffer?

What kind of weird setting is this?

Was he really not just cheated by this world?