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

Not far from the bedroom, Kudo Kazuma quietly crept back.

This time there wasn't much heart-to-heart talk, just a miniature version of my brother getting beaten up. It shouldn't hurt to listen to it, right?

This time, it was a perfectly legitimate eavesdropping.

Eh hey!

"Lan—Lan Xian, please listen to me..."

"What are you saying? Are you saying that you've been hiding it from me all along because of those outrageous things?"

"You're not a real child! That's too much, Shinichi!"

"Ouch—I'm sorry! It hurts... Be gentle, I'm sorry, Lan—"

……

Satisfied, Kudo Kazuma turned off the phone recording and decided to send the recording to his parents later.

And—we really should get a mini camera. If the FBI can't get one, I wonder if the organization or the Suzuki Foundation could?

After the timeline of the Detective Conan storyline began, not only did the timeline become chaotic, but the development of the technology tree also became a mess, and he was not sure if such technology still existed.

If all else fails, they'll just have to implement it themselves at Kurosawa Software Company in the future.

Gradually, the talk of "educating children" has become much quieter.

Kudo Kazuma left a note that read, "I'm going to the agency to get Conan's clothes," and then casually left.

Before going to the office, he even made a special phone call to Kogoro Mouri.

Because of Tsujimura Isao's special status as a diplomat, although the case was solved quickly, taking statements and giving instructions took a considerable amount of time.

When he made the call, Kogoro Mouri and Heiji Hattori were still on their way back to the office.

"So..." Kudo Kazuma was speechless when he arrived at the agency. "It's already dark, why is this dark-skinned guy still here?"

Heiji Hattori was sitting on the sofa, looking around familiarly, flipping through the detective manga that Conan had left on the table.

Is this the shared hobby of "Kudo of Kanto" and "Hattori of Kansai"?

Kogoro Mouri was quite displeased because his daughter hadn't returned and he might not have dinner that night: "How should I know? That brat said he wouldn't leave until he saw Shinichi Kudo—shouldn't he go to the Kudo residence then?"

"Are you some kind of clown hired by the monkeys?" Kudo Kazuma looked at Hattori Heiji with a speechless disdain. "Don't you think about it? With such a big incident that happened at the Tsujimura residence today, if Kudo Shinichi were nearby, he would have appeared long ago. Why would you be waiting here?"

"It's only because Uncle Mori is kind-hearted. If it were me, I would definitely call the police on the spot and accuse you of trespassing."

Heiji Hattori put down the detective manga in his hand, looked at Kazuma Kudo, pondered for a moment, and said, "It seems you've been hiding Shinichi Kudo's existence all along."

“I heard from this Uncle Mori that you are the older brother of that kid named Conan Edogawa—but that’s something we only found out later. Before your mother came to us, neither of you knew that.”

"You used to come to the Mouri Detective Agency often. If it wasn't for your brother, then what was it for?"

"Your connection with the Mori family seems to have started after the rumors of Shinichi Kudo's disappearance, right? Plus, you look exactly like Shinichi Kudo..."

"Even if you're not Shinichi Kudo, you should still have some connection or relationship with him, right?"

Kazuma Kudo narrowed his eyes.

How could he notice that? Was he destined to find out?

Even if it's destined, you can't guess anything from him—besides, is Kudo Hajime really the kind of person who would suffer a loss?

He immediately sneered: "You're so interested in Shinichi Kudo, and you absolutely have to see him. Is it really for a competition, as you say?"

"You're behaving like someone who's been dumped and is determined to get an explanation—I'm telling you, you're not into him, are you?"

Hattori Heiji jumped up with a "whoosh".

"Damn it! What are you talking about?!"

"How would I know?" Kazuma Kudo shrugged. "I'm just like you, speculating about your relationship with Shinichi Kudo based on known information. Whether it's accurate or not, only you know, right?"

After saying that, he deliberately ignored Heiji Hattori and turned to Kogoro Mouri, saying, "Uncle, would you come upstairs with me? I'm going to get Conan some clothes."

Hattori Heiji, who was furious, suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Conan? That brat? Get him some clothes? What happened to him?"

Is this guy in front of me, Edogawa Hajime, really saying that Conan, that brat, is going to stay at his place overnight?

It seems like I should get my pajamas, right?

Why specifically bring a set of clothes?

Even if the clothes are dirty, they'll be dry by tomorrow after washing them, right?

Is there something he doesn't know?

Kudo Kazuma smirked and said irritably, "You have the nerve to say that! I haven't even settled the score with you yet. What exactly did you give Conan to drink? It almost gave him stomach problems..."

"He threw up all over himself as soon as he got off the bus, so his clothes were basically ruined. We'll have to get him another set of clothes, won't we?"

Hattori Heiji picked up the bottle of "good medicine" that had been lying on the table all afternoon, unattended, and said, "This is a gift I brought for this uncle."

"This is a specialty of China, Lao Bai Gan (a type of Chinese liquor), it's very effective in treating colds..."

"So you're giving alcohol to a child with a cold?" Kazuma Kudo raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know it's illegal for minors to drink alcohol?"

"Good heavens, trespassing is one thing, but you're also encouraging kids to drink? Are you some kind of suspect?"

"I……"

A faint blush appeared on Hattori Heiji's dark face, whether from anger or suppressed rage was unclear...

"What do you mean, 'you'?" Kazuma Kudo waved his hand. "You can just wait here for your Shinichi Kudo. Be careful, the main wife might come back tomorrow and settle the score with you..."

"Goodbye!"

Kazuma Kudo got Conan a complete set of clothes from head to toe, and even got him a set of pajamas before going back to his own home.

By this time, it was completely dark. Conan was still wearing the white shirt that was quite oversized for him, which belonged to Kazuma Kudo. He was wrapped in a blanket and openly playing games on Shinichi Kudo's phone.

Seeing Conan with several large bumps on his head, Kazuma Kudo couldn't help but chuckle.

Meeting Conan's murderous gaze, he said with a smile, "To think you survived Ran's clutches and even made it to the third level of the game! Amazing!"

Conan's eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "You don't have to talk."

Kazuma Kudo threw a pile of clothes at Conan's head, then looked around and asked, "Where's Ran?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You bastard!"

Even if it's just soft clothing, it will still hurt if it touches a big bump on your head!

After struggling out of a pile of clothes, Conan glared at his bratty younger brother and explained, "Ran went to cook."

Kudo Kazuma nodded, unable to suppress the smile on his face: "Just so you know, that dark-skinned guy hasn't left yet. It's like he's clinging to you, saying he won't leave until he sees Kudo Shinichi..."

"My sincere suggestion is to let Xiaolan go back and give him a good beating! It can't be any less severe than the beating you're getting now!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the large bag on Conan's head.

Damn it! Why did he get beaten up?

Isn't it all because of that brat brother's foul mouth?

Enraged, Conan swung his phone at his brat, yelling, "Shut up!"