It's Reasonable to Have More Fake Identities in the Conan World, Right?

[Fake Identities + No CP + Pure Gray + Clones + Original Organization + Frail Buff + Doesn't follow original cases but follows the main plot]

A well-known piano composer from Blue Star...

Chapter 256 It's normal for a phantom thief to be able to scale walls and rooftops.

Chapter 256 It's normal for a phantom thief to be able to scale walls and rooftops.

After all, he didn't want to become an ugly, dried-up corpse.

"Let's go now that we're done talking." R raised his hand to push up his glasses, then turned and walked to the side.

"Huh? Can't you just take me back?!" Phantom Thief Kidd Conner tried to persuade him to stay.

But before he could finish speaking, the two figures, one in black and one in white, vanished, leaving only R Wenya's voice in his ears.

"I believe you can get back on your own, Mr. Phantom Thief."

Kaito Kid: ...

Never mind, he still has Grandpa Terai.

Outside a ward window on the third floor of the hospital, R knocked on the window, placed the watch he had taken from Kaito Kid there, and then left.

Hearing the noise, Conan peeked out from behind the curtains and saw the watch being brought in through the window, without caring how the other person had placed it on the third-floor window.

After all, it's normal for a phantom thief to be able to scale walls and roofs, right?

After checking and finding no problems, Conan put the watch back on Chizuru's wrist and then sat down quietly with Ran to wait.

The world's consciousness didn't betray Qianzhu too severely, so he woke up after only half an hour.

but.

Qianzhu sat up silently, raised her hand to tidy her slightly messy hair. Her face was pale but her expression was normal. However, her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of coldness flashed across them.

It was already late, and Chizuru, being the patient, persuaded Ran and Conan to go home. After they left, he glanced at the IV drip that was almost finished, skillfully removed the needle, stopped the bleeding, and then got up to go to the restroom.

After a while, he returned to his hospital bed and lay down, closing his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

At the same time, another figure appeared out of thin air in the dark alley. He straightened the small braid hanging down beside his cheek, a delicate wooden stick appeared in his hand, and then he stepped out of the alley.

A fluffy white ball appeared on his head.

[Host! Where should we go to have fun now?]

01. Full of enthusiasm.

It wouldn't say that when the host is in his original form, but once he takes on a new identity without illness or weakness, 01 is overjoyed.

Qianzhu's eyes crinkled into a smile. "My teddy bear is still with Xiaoye. Let's go get it back first."

01 fell silent.

Then, she secretly bit her handkerchief out of jealousy.

It's true that things made in person are different.

As soon as Qianzhu pushed open the door of the safe house, she was not only greeted with a big bear hug, but also several gazes with varying emotions.

"Aste~!" The silver-haired baby-faced man hugged him and rubbed against him, his smile was incredibly bright.

Who doesn't like open and aboveboard displays of affection?

As soon as Qianzhu entered the door, she received an emotional value from a certain golden retriever named Bourbon.

"..." What a coincidence.

Bertrand pulled him upstairs with a grin, while Bourbon and Vermouth remained on the first floor, exchanging a silent glance.

The blonde beauty raised her glass to Bourbon, a smile returning to her lips. "Then I'll leave this to you, Bourbon."

Bourbon clinked glasses with hers. "I'll try."

After they finished talking, Bertrand took Asti back downstairs.

The baby-faced boy saw Asti to the door, then happily waved goodbye, "Bye-bye, Asti~"

After leaving Safe House No. 3, Qianzhu placed the black plush bear on her head and then walked towards the cemetery.

The two, one in black and one in white, stared at each other silently, their eyes seemingly flickering with fire. Then, they each snorted and turned away.