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

Mouri Detective Agency...

"Snoring...snoring..." Kogoro Mouri was snoring on the sofa when he felt something on his stomach and turned over.

pat...

"Oh!"

With a series of thuds, Conan hit the ground on his head and woke up instantly.

"Huh? What's wrong? What happened?" Kogoro Mouri groggily opened his eyes.

He craned his neck and looked around, only to find Conan sitting on the ground rubbing his head. He didn't pay any attention and continued to lie down and sleep soundly.

"Where...where am I? How did I suddenly faint?" Conan reached out and rubbed his head.

and many more...

He suddenly remembered what had just happened.

Where is Xiaolan?

Conan was instantly jolted awake. He stood up and called out to Ran, but received no response. He then searched through the various rooms but couldn't find Ran anywhere.

He hurriedly ran to the glass to look.

After seeing Ran get into the passenger seat of Fushiguro's Mercedes G-Class and close the door, Conan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if even the light had disappeared, leaving only a body.

He picked up the anesthetic watch with a cold expression and walked out.

After slamming the door shut, he didn't care whether it was locked or not, and ran downstairs as fast as he could.

Unconsciously, she used her body to block a taxi on the street.

After the taxi stopped, Conan sat in the passenger seat and said, "Follow that black Mercedes G-Class in front."

"Huh?" The driver sized up the elementary school student in the passenger seat. "Little friend, did you bring any money? Aren't you waiting for your parents?"

Conan didn't say anything, but glanced at the driver.

Hiss... The driver's pupils suddenly contracted as he sensed an extreme malice and murderous intent.

Although it wasn't directed at him, it still made him break out in a cold sweat.

Conan stared at him with an extremely cold gaze, his pupils seemingly devoid of light, his large eyes filled with death.

It was as if killing a hundred or a thousand people wouldn't elicit the slightest pity.

This reminded him of the silver-haired man who crossed the road many years ago.

That look in their eyes was very similar, or rather, exactly the same...

The driver started the car immediately, pressed the clutch hard, and caught up with the black Mercedes ahead at the fastest speed he had ever driven.

After arriving at the destination.

Conan got out of the car and walked across the street with lifeless eyes.

As if death had taken over his will, Conan ignored the traffic lights and crossed the road when the light was red.

The driver in the car understood what was happening the moment he saw this.

Perhaps... this boy is the son of that silver-haired man.

"Ah! Pufferfish can kill people!"

A mournful sound suddenly rang out from the street.

Upon hearing this, the driver paused for a moment, glanced at Conan with a look of fear, and drove away as quickly as possible.

"Ah! My friend choked to death while drinking water!!!"

"Damn it, why are you biting people (your pet dog)?"

There was chaos on the streets.

boom!

Conan was instantly hit by a Porsche 356A and sent flying.

"Damn, can't you see it's a red light?!" Vodka shouted, sticking his head out of the car. He froze instantly when he saw it was a primary school student. "Oh no, bro, this looks like the kid Cointreau knows."

After saying that, he glanced at Gin in the rearview mirror, who was radiating murderous intent.

"You can't blame me, brother. It's a green light now, and this kid just ran right through," Vodka quickly explained.

He had a feeling that if he didn't speak up, his older brother would really kill him...

Gin remained silent, coldly staring at the elementary school student who had been knocked away.

This kid... is something else.

As a killer, he has a strong sixth sense for murderous intent or the aura of death.

The moment Gin saw that child, he could sense it...

The child exuded an aura of death that seemed to be solidifying, and even he was affected by it.

The image of Vodka eating Doritos in the car kept popping into my mind, making crumbs everywhere.

And... last time we ate, Vodka quickly finished off the food and didn't throw any away for himself.

He was influenced and even considered pulling out a pistol to execute Vodka.

But in the end, I held back.

"Brother, what should we do? The car is probably unusable now," Vodka asked.

"It's nothing..." Gin took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag to suppress his murderous intent. "That child... is not simple, he won't die so easily."

"Ignore him, drive away," Gin ordered.

He noticed the sound of sirens.

It seems someone has died.

"Okay, bro." Vodka quickly started the car and drove past Conan, who had been knocked away.

Gin looked at Conan lying on the ground in the rearview mirror... and remained silent for a long time.

Ha... no wonder it's called Jundu.

They eliminated the heiress of the Yotsubi Group using the most perfect and violent methods, without revealing a single flaw.

Although Yotsubishi Group had conducted an investigation, Gin is not one to be trifled with.

From the moment Yotsubi Reika insulted him, Cointreau, and Vodka, he had already devised a plan to deal with the Yotsubi Group.

Moreover, the mission to Moonshadow Island was completed perfectly.

Not only are they highly capable and decisive, but more importantly, they also cultivate talent for the organization.

That child who was radiating an aura of death must have been trained by Jundu.

That kind of aura... and that murderous intent, ha, besides Jun Du, who else could cultivate that?

They are terrifyingly strong, act swiftly, and even cultivate talent for the organization to prevent the emergence of undercover agents.

Who wouldn't love such a core member of an organization?

Thinking of this, Gin's cold expression softened slightly as he looked out the window.

I feel that... the organization has a promising future.

After the Porsche 356A left.

Conan slowly stood up, rubbed the spot where he had been bumped, and walked nonchalantly toward Fushiguro Jinji's villa, ignoring the gazes of the surrounding police and passersby.

LOL... Death can't die.

.........

"Wow, it's so big." Xiaolan's body tensed up.

After following Shen Erge through the towering iron gate, I didn't think much of what was happening in the hall.

But when I followed him into the training ground, I realized how big it really was.

One half is filled with fitness equipment and punching bags, while the other half resembles a karate dojo.

It's very spacious; conducting practical training inside would definitely be a great experience.

Fuheishen glanced at Xiaolan.

The other person's clear and bright gaze, if not for the faint sadness in their eyes, would have been as full of curiosity as a Nara deer.

However, Xiaolan still liked hearing him say that.

After all... it is indeed very big.