Chapter 292 This revenge is perfectly normal for me.

Seeing that Shinichi Kudo hadn't shrunk at all and was still enduring even when he was unconscious, Chizuku turned off the live stream panel.

The world consciousness really does have some tricks up its sleeve.

They actually made Shinichi Kudo maintain his adult appearance until Ai Haibara arrived.

If Ai Haibara hadn't come, would He have just given up and let Shinichi Kudo stay in his adult body for a few days?

However, he didn't seem to care that much.

After all, a 'seed' that looks a lot like Conan Edogawa and Shinichi Kudo has already been left behind...

But what happens next?

A backstabbing from the discontent of the world's consciousness should be coming soon.

The opening of the infirmary door just now drew everyone's attention back to Shinichi Kudo, whose situation inside was unclear.

Kawasaki Masuru took the opportunity to leave.

In the infirmary, while Shinichi Aragaki wasn't paying attention, Heiji Hattori quickly stuffed the medicine he got from Ai Haibara into Shinichi Kudo's mouth, and then swiftly poured several mouthfuls of water down his throat.

After making sure he swallowed the capsule, Hattori Heiji looked relieved.

Ai Haibara glanced calmly at Shinichi Kudo, said something casually, and then turned away.

"Then I'll head out first."

After coming out, she spoke up before Ran and the others could ask, "Shinichi... he's alright."

Then he pretended to cough twice, as if his throat was sore, and said, "I'm a little dizzy, I want to go back first."

"Then I'll take Conan home first." Chizuru stepped forward, took Ai Haibara's hand, said a few words to Ran, and then turned to leave.

After sending Ai Haibara back to Agasa's house, Chitake also went home.

Just as I entered the room, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

Qianzhu's expression remained unchanged. She calmly arranged her shoes, washed her hands, and then sat down on the sofa.

The abdominal pain intensified, feeling as if several sharp knives were stabbing into my stomach, even churning it.

Qianzhu was huddled in the corner of the sofa, his hands covering his stomach as he squatted in a curled-up position. Although his face could not be seen, his somewhat disordered breathing could be heard.

[Host, what's wrong?]

01 leaned closer, but dared not touch him, her questioning voice trembling slightly.

After what seemed like an eternity, the excruciating pain in my stomach finally subsided somewhat.

But at this moment, Qianzhu's limbs were ice cold, his body was almost soaked in cold sweat, he was breathing slightly, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

He raised his head slightly, wiped away the cold sweat that slid down his cheeks, and dragged his weak body to the bathroom.

After taking a hot bath, a faint flush rose to his face, but it couldn't hide his pale, sickly complexion.

[Lord host...]

Looking at the little white ball covered in worry, Qianzhu gave a weak and feeble smile. "It's okay, you'll get used to it."

[Habit?] 01 was momentarily confused.

"Well, after all, I was riddled with illnesses in my past life..." Qianzhu murmured almost silently to herself.

"So the world consciousness's revenge is perfectly normal for me..."

Qianzhu gently patted the three fluffy creatures, smiled, and said softly, "Alright, I'm going to rest for a while. You guys play quietly."

Watching his retreating figure as he walked up the stairs, the little black cat, without even glancing at 01 and the little pigeon beside him, darted to Qianzhu's feet and accompanied him upstairs. Then, it lay down guardingly outside his door.