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

After leaving the Blue Castle...

"Phew... Seriously, if you hadn't been late and had camped with us, this wouldn't have happened." Conan rubbed his throbbing forehead and couldn't help but complain.

If Shörge hadn't been late... given his reasoning ability and strength, this wouldn't have happened at all.

He won't be hit hard by an iron bar anymore...

"The truth is... Conan acted on his own, which led to this incident..." Genta's eyes shifted to the side... looking at Conan, "If it weren't for Mitsuhiko... we might have really been wiped out."

"Yes, yes, Mitsuhiko really did a great job this time." Ayumi Yoshida looked at Mitsuhiko with a grin.

"Make a great contribution?" Conan asked in confusion.

"Um..." Mitsuhiko adjusted his black top hat shyly. As a child, he was still a little embarrassed by the praise. "It's just using darkness to hide... and then carefully designing a plan to make the target fall into the trap."

Conan was stunned for a moment... then, thinking of the consequences of failure, an invisible anger erupted within him, "Since you can hide in the darkness, why don't you run away and just go out to call the police! Don't you know how dangerous this place is?"

"You think I don't want to?" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said, sounding both helpless and aggrieved. "You, Professor Agasa... and Ayumi are all missing. The culprit will definitely be guarding the phone line..."

"Although we don't know why the doctor disappeared, as an adult, the doctor must have thought of reporting it to the police..."

"She disappeared, so I have to find a way..."

“If you and the doctor hadn’t been arrested, we would have run away long ago.”

Given the circumstances at the time... they were children and didn't have cell phones.

Although Haibara has a cell phone, there's no signal... Calling the police in a dark, unfamiliar environment is practically suicide...

“You did very well.” Fuheshen nodded slightly.

For some reason... he always felt that if Gin saw Mitsuhiko... he would probably focus on training him.

Although, when Conan loses his mind... the death in his eyes is even stronger than Gin's murderous intent.

But Conan is ultimately the Grim Reaper... not a normal person.

Within the organization, he's probably a top-secret asset, not easily exposed.

Upon hearing this, Conan's lips drooped slightly.

Does Shen Gege mean, 'Mitsuhiko did a good job, but he didn't?'

Of course it's not good... he really didn't do well this time.

I was too eager to explore the castle more thoroughly, and as a result, others got in first.

Phew... Thinking about it carefully, what have I actually done these past few days?

Since successfully capturing the criminal in the arena... hasn't he been a bit too reckless?

Caution...not at all.

All the bad consequences are due to the lack of ability of the person involved.

hateful...

If he were capable enough, this wouldn't have happened.

Although the Junior Detective League is just a group of children, they have also experienced countless life-or-death situations and cases...

If asked about the method of murder.

Not to mention Ayumi and Mitsuhiko, who seem relatively intelligent... even Genta Kojima could list dozens of reasons.

They are human too...and they are growing up.

As for Mitsuhiko... Conan even thought that the other party had been secretly reading his quotes.

What about 'caution'... a necessary potential for living in this world?

How could a seven-year-old child say something like that?

"Phew... By the way, Mitsuhiko said you merged with the darkness, but how did you know the way?" Conan exhaled and asked again.

“After that murderer opened a secret door, I felt something was off here.” Mitsuhiko took out a sketchbook from the inside pocket of his black trench coat. “So, I took advantage of the black coat and the darkness to hide in the secret door… I memorized the terrain and figured out a lot of the way.”

Conan took the sketchbook... and looked at the clear route, danger signs, and map of the traps.

He gave Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya a suspicious look...

Could it be that the other person is also a high school detective who has shrunk like me?

Although... after solving many cases with me and Shengege, my personality and way of handling things will definitely improve.

But...their behavior isn't like riding a children's bus at all, it's like riding a roller coaster!

At this rate, it probably won't be long before he surpasses even the famous detective, Shinichi Kudo.

"Well... I've been following you around solving cases, and I've learned a lot from you." Mitsuhiko scratched his head sheepishly.

Actually, he lied... The real reason he solved the case was because he learned the words of a person named Ah-Zhen from the quotations.

"Phew... well done." Conan patted Mitsuhiko on the shoulder with a serious expression.

He decided... that after joining the organization, he would ask Mitsuhiko to be introduced to him.

For example, for the brewery in question, Mitsuhiko's relationship with him would be like that of vodka and gin.

LOL, he's the real vodka...

Back in Professor Agasa's Beetle... Conan sat bored in the back seat, leaning against the passenger seat back, and poked his head out. "Hey... Conan, I'm so bored... Why don't you tell me something interesting?"

"Something interesting...?" Fushiguro Jinji, who was looking down at Ran's message, looked up at Conan in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, like when you went to karaoke the other day and ran into Ran-neechan and something happened, or maybe it was a case your colleague solved..." Conan asked curiously...

The rest of the Junior Detectives also looked at Shen Er.

“Something interesting…” The scar on the corner of Fuheishen’s mouth twitched.

Seeing Conan's curious expression, Fushiguro Jinji's indifferent gaze softened slightly.

In his mind, he himself is worth 10 points, Sherry and Ran are worth 5 points each, so Conan is already over 0.01.

Moreover... as a promising talent for the organization, Gin's handpicked 'born evil brat'.

So... he also hoped that the other person would become stronger... at least, like Gin.

“Alright…” Fuheishen’s lips curled into a slight smile, revealing his gleaming white teeth. “Then I’ll tell you a story…”