Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

“But it’s not yours after all…” Mamiya Nobleman muttered.

"Hehe... I know, I know... After all, you are the heir. How can I, a mere maid, succeed? So, I have no choice but to seize and take what is not mine! Fate is not on my side... It makes me live under someone else's roof and have to take care of those old fogies... I am not reconciled. Why should it be me? Why can't I have servants in the castle!"

At this point, Masaki Masaki burst into maniacal laughter.

"Since fate is not on my side and my family doesn't have faith in me, I can only love myself, have faith in myself, and rely on myself."

"Actually, it's possible if you work hard..." Ayumi offered a weak word of comfort.

"Work hard? For ordinary people like me... all we get when we work is exploitation and oppression... all the profits end up in the hands of the rich..."

"Only by robbing, only by seizing, only by paying a heavy price, can I be reborn. So, I killed Madam Mamiya and had plastic surgery to look like her... Hahahaha!"

"Only in this way can it be fair to me...only in this way can it be just?"

Masaki Mamiya is on the verge of going crazy.

"Justice? Fairness?" Conan tilted his head, his glasses emitting irregular white light, and grinned. "What you're doing isn't justice... it's not fairness either. It's just an excuse for your greed!"

In the dim light... blood from Conan's head dripped onto the ground... making a dripping sound.

Under the flickering light of the fire... coupled with a grin that stretched almost to his ears, he somehow gave off a 'Final Destination' vibe.

“And true fairness…” Conan’s shoes began to gleam, and after fiddling with his crotch for a while, a soccer ball flew out. He kicked it twice. “Do you know… what it is?”

Looking at the other person's expression... he didn't know how to answer for a moment, and asked, "What is it?"

"That is, of course... absolute justice that wipes out all criminals, people like you!!!!!!!!!"

Conan used all his strength, his face contorted in rage, veins bulging on his neck, and he practically screamed as he kicked the soccer ball into the opponent's head.

They completely disregarded whether the other person lived or died...

After hearing what the other person said, Conan felt a surge of nameless anger.

What does this woman value life for?

For the treasure... he killed Masaki Masaki... and a group of innocent people.

But who could possibly know?

If it weren't for him... this truth might have remained buried forever.

In the past, he might have finished his reasoning and then let the police wrap things up, concluding the matter quickly and sentencing the other party to life imprisonment.

But now... he's different. His previous actions didn't help society at all.

Only through absolute justice... like a detective organization, can all evil be eradicated.

Only in this way... will the crime rate decrease and the number of good people increase... after all, all evil will be eradicated...

He wants to create a world without sin!

Fushiguro Jinji raised an eyebrow... looking at Conan's expression and his crazed demeanor.

They finally realized something was wrong.

No, is this still Conan? Where did you hide Conan?

A normal Conan would probably give a long lecture at this point, then the criminal would burst into tears... and then the police would be called to arrest him.

How could things be like they are now, spouting 'absolute justice' and portraying themselves as people who would kill?

boom!

The soccer ball flew out instantly... and smashed straight into Mutsumi Nishikawa's skull.

With the sound of the other person falling to the ground... he lay there motionless, his hands behind his back.

"Hey... why did you knock her out?!" Mamiya Mitsuru shouted.

"Yes, it should be handed over to the police!" Takato Mamiya exclaimed.

"Knocking her unconscious... was to prevent her from doing anything reckless." Mitsuhiko scoffed, glancing at the two. "Caution is a necessary means of survival in this world..."

"Hmm... I don't understand what you're saying?" Genta's eyes reflected a light that was hard to look directly at for someone his age. "But... Conan did the right thing!"

“Yeah… if she kidnaps someone, that would be really troublesome…” Ayumi chimed in.

“Well said…” Fuheshen’er stood up and glanced coldly at the two of them. “What… do you have a problem with that?”

Great, although I don't know why Conan has become so outrageous.

However, his demeanor and actions already gave him the appearance of a core member of the organization.

As for why I didn't give full marks... well, it's because the other person was knocked unconscious.

The Mamiya father and son swallowed hard...and broke out in a cold sweat.

I thought the problem was solved... but I never expected this.

This group...is clearly the real trouble, isn't it?

There's some kid over there... kicking a soccer ball with that kind of power, and he's only seven?

And that little boy wearing a top hat and black clothes, with a sinister look on his face.

The other little devils were the same... showing no fear or apprehension upon seeing the prisoner, but rather curiosity.

Is this a normal person?

Especially that tall man in the shirt...it was obvious that he was the leader of this group of kids.

If they had designs on the treasure, would they just die here?

"Ahem...we have something to do...we'll be going now." The Mamiya father and son fled the scene without looking back.

Ai's eyelids twitched slightly when she saw this scene.

If this continues... will the Junior Detective League also be recruited into the organization?

I thought I had left the organization... but it turns out that the Junior Detective League I just joined is also a branch of the organization?

No, it shouldn't, at least it shouldn't be...

"What's wrong... Sherry?" Fuheshen gently poked her cheek with his finger. "Are you wondering if the Detective Boys will join the organization?"

Ai blinked... then her icy blue pupils stared at Shen, "Sometimes, I really suspect you have mind-reading abilities..."

“As expected of Miss Miyano…” Fukuro Jin’er grinned. “But unfortunately… you guessed wrong.”

He can't read minds... but he can easily analyze it from Shirley's expression and demeanor.

However... this only applies to Sherry, since he had a deep understanding of her.

"Really...that's a shame." Ai rolled her eyes at Shen...then took out a bag of bread from her burgundy hoodie. "You haven't eaten yet, have you...here, I threw this away for you."

Fukugoro glanced at Ayumi, who was delivering bread to Mitsuhiko, and then looked at the fresh 'Ai-chan' bread she took out from her clothes; it still seemed warm... and fell silent.

"I'm afraid it'll get cold and affect the taste..." Ai pouted.

Fuheshel didn't like eating these flat, plain bread slices... He might have liked them if they were fancy sandwiches with meat inside.

"If you don't like it, then forget it..." Ai lowered her head and put the bread back inside her clothes.

pat...

“Although I don’t like eating plain bread, that doesn’t stop me from eating it.” Fuheshen grabbed Shirley’s hand, took the bread slice, and ate it in a few bites. “I just happened to be a little hungry.”

"Hmph..." Ai curled her lips into a smug smile, her icy blue eyes reflecting a mischievous grin.

Damn it! Sherry lied to him.

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