Chapter 100 About Villainous Characters

The detective, who was troubled and couldn't sleep well, woke up early and went downstairs by himself. As a result, the sky fell down. Was that tall man with long silver hair Gin?

Why is Gin here?

ah?

All he knew was that it rained heavily last night, but why would the rain bring this silver-haired, vicious member of the organization and his bound teammate down with him?

Oh, and there's also Mr. Amuro.

Amuro Tooru smiled at Edogawa Conan, then stood up to greet the clever child.

He'd been running into obstacles since morning. The rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon, and even the landline in the manor had no signal. It looked like they might have to stay here for a few more days.

It would have been better to cultivate good relationships with the staff here, but this effort also failed.

The butlers here didn't even have the desire to chat. Compared to regular housekeepers... how should I put it, they gave Amuro Tooru the feeling of being well-trained security personnel, or rather, special agents.

A cute little white dog was hopping down the stairs, and the housekeeper named Otis lit the fireplace, the warmth dispelling the chill of the rainy day.

X followed behind his "puppy," while Verlaine followed his "mother," looking at his "puppy" with a complex expression.

Only the supervisor would treat someone with nothing as a puppy, but... he played the puppy really well. If it weren't for his really strange appearance, he would be a perfect dog.

A dog with a green human hand on its head, its tongue lolling out, curiously observed the strangers who had appeared.

He had been kept upstairs all night and had never seen these people before. He wanted to go closer to take a look, but X stepped on his scarlet intestines behind him.

The curious dog had no choice but to stop, which wasn't without its benefits. X picked up the messy dog, thankfully it had shrunk in size to fit the performance, otherwise even two Xs wouldn't have been able to lift it.

The moment the blue-haired person's hand touched the decoration on X's clothes, it moved instinctively, and its sharp nails got stuck inside. Verlaine, who was standing nearby, was helping to separate the hand from the clothes.

From Conan's perspective, it was just that Mrs. Isabella picked up her adorable puppy, which ended up getting caught on her clothes, while her son was helping his mother tidy up her clothes.

Amuro Tooru has already sat down with Conan, and his reason is quite reasonable: it's better to be with a kid he knows than with the two of them.

Gin coldly watched as the mystics within the organization donned their unique masks and began deceiving innocent children.

Over there, the hand on his head, now free, clenched into a fist in frustration, knowing it wouldn't snag his clothes anymore. Only then did X and Verlaine go to the living room.

“That’s one of the owners here, Mrs. Isabella, and next to her is her son.”

The young detective whispered to Amuro Tooru as he explained.

Amuro Tooru already knew the name of the owner of this place. After all, with all six butlers saying it together, it would be hard not to know. He just hadn't matched the name with anyone yet.

Just as the distillery's intelligence agents were expanding their ranks, Otis had already gone to meet them, and was now hesitant to speak to the "dog" in X's arms.

She knew it was a monster, but it was the lady's dog. But it was a monster, but it was the lady's dog!

The chief butler, whose left and right brains were locked in a battle of wills, chose not to see it. This was because the lady had peculiar tastes; she simply didn't know how to appreciate it. If it were Liangxiu... Damn it, she, Otis, actually lost in a place like this!

Amuro Tooru looked at the woman holding the puppy and the blond boy who looked unwell following closely behind her, and decided to say hello.

But the next moment, his movement to get up froze. He sat back down without making a sound. He saw a guy so familiar that he could recognize him even if he turned to dust.

That's Matsuda Jinpei. He's not dead?

The young detective beside him continued to act as the guiding NPC, introducing him: "This is Mr. Heathcliff."

Amuro Tooru remained expressionless, but Furuya Rei wanted to scratch his head, and at the same time abandoned the idea that this was his old classmate, after all, his son was already so grown up...

Hmm, considering the child's age, it's not impossible!

An undercover police officer is questioning his life and, incidentally, his own existence.

X looked at the extra people: "Are they the ones who came to stay the night last night?"

"Yes, madam."

Otis tried to avoid looking at the "dog" in X's arms that was grinning at her, and replied.

While they remained calm, Matsuda Heathcliff's pupils dilated in shock. If he wasn't mistaken, wasn't that dark-skinned man Furuya Hachiman? What was he doing here?

There was even a smile on his face, which was really weird. But thinking of his classmate who disappeared right after graduation, Matsuda followed X's example and treated them like ordinary passersby.

After all, there were two obviously suspicious guys watching him closely, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for his colleagues who were suspected of carrying out an undercover mission.

"Where is Mr. Earnshaw?" Conan asked Faust, who was handing over the milk.

Two people were missing from the dinner table today: the head of the family and his eldest grandson were nowhere to be seen.

“Master and young master Hareton are not feeling well today,” the white-haired butler answered the curious child.

Actually, it was because of the heavy rain outside, and they had no choice but to keep the curtains open, so they simply chose to avoid seeing it.

Similarly, they couldn't get through by phone either; they were trapped in the manor. The only thing they could be sure of was that there were enough rooms to accommodate them all.

The incident occurred at night; darkness had just fallen outside, and the rain was still pouring down.

The two people who were feeling unwell hadn't shown up yet, and recalling their unusual behavior yesterday, Conan Edogawa suddenly had a bad feeling.

Hareton's room was right next to Mr. Earnshaw's, and the two of them had one side of the corridor to themselves. Taking advantage of being a child, Conan pretended to be an explorer and sneaked over there.

As soon as he got nearby, the young detective smelled a faint scent of blood. He thought someone was injured and hurriedly turned Mr. Earnshaw's doorknob.

To his astonishment, he discovered that there was no lock, and he lost his balance and fell inside.

The door opened, and an extremely strong smell of blood hit the door. The curtains inside were drawn tightly, and the lights were bright, but what shone even brighter were two pairs of scarlet eyes.

It was Earnshaw and Hareton; their eyes were glowing, and the bloody smell was coming from them, which inevitably reminded Conan of a legendary monster—a vampire.

It drinks blood, fears water, and avoids light—each of these traits matches perfectly, but where in this world does such a monster exist?

In reality, the so-called "avoiding sunlight" is just about blocking the rain; even if it doesn't hit you, it's still disgusting.

And... why can't they even eat a meal?! They're just eating! Why did a child sneak in?!

According to the original rules, their time should have been rewound, but for some reason, the "person behind the scenes" did not react at all, meaning that they were not judged to have left their roles.

The Blood Demon father and daughter exchanged a glance, then looked together at the little detective who had accidentally wandered into the Blood Demon's lair.

Just as Conan Edogawa was wondering if they had contracted some strange disease, he heard a classic villainous laugh coming from Mr. Earnshaw's mouth.

"So you actually found out..."

The white-haired man's language suddenly became archaic, but Conan suddenly noticed the sharp canines in his mouth. Just as he was about to retaliate, he discovered that the blond boy named Hareton had suddenly disappeared.

He vanished literally; he didn't even see a trace of him. But there was no one there. At the same time, he was grabbed from behind. He lost consciousness as soon as he saw the crimson in Hareton's eyes.

Ran... Uncle Mori, run!

She held the child in her hands, looked at her father, and her father looked at her.

"What do we do next?" the second-generation Blood Demon asked.

"Hmm... hand it over to the supervisor?" The Blood Demon, improvising, pondered for a moment before answering.

X: Why is there a comatose child in my room?!

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have clung to her even though he had nothing!

When Conan Edogawa woke up, he found that he had simply been knocked unconscious. He was not injured at all, and this was not Mr. Earnshaw's room.

To his surprise, as soon as he turned his head, he saw two figures, one in black and one in white. Isabella and Catherine had their backs to him and were completely unaware that he had woken up.

They are talking, and from this angle, their voices all sound the same.

"The technique is poor; the time reversal doesn't touch the soul."

"I was wondering why this kid seemed a bit odd, and the technology in this world is..."

Conan's breath hitched; they realized they had been shrunk by someone!

Noticing the change in the child's breathing, the two women who looked alike stopped talking and looked at him together.

Compared to the unapproachable Catherine, it was Isabella who spoke first: "You don't want your uncle and sister to get hurt, do you?"

Conan looked into those emotionless golden eyes and realized one thing clearly: she was threatening him!

No matter how turbulent her heart was, the little detective's face still showed the foolishness of a child: "Mrs. Isabella, what are you talking about? Didn't you pick me up after I fainted?"

X was somewhat surprised. This kid, whose age was unknown, was so shrewd. But how did he become the villain?

Ran Mouri noticed that Conan suddenly seemed listless, but no matter how she asked, she couldn't get any information out of him. In the end, she could only conclude that he might have a minor cold.

Finally, the heavy rain stopped, the trio from the distillery said goodbye, and Kogoro Mouri went to find X with his deductions. After receiving a generous reward, he left satisfied with his daughter and Conan.

The young detective was preoccupied, but Amuro Tooru wasn't much better off. This Heathcliff, apart from his appearance, even had the same little habits as Matsuda. Was this really Matsuda?

He couldn't find any opportunities here; this "Matsuda" kept avoiding him.

"wrong."

Gin suddenly stopped, and Bourbon noticed the anomaly. Only Vodka, looking bewildered, stopped with his companion.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Gin simply turned his not-so-bright underling around, making him look to one side. There was the Mori family; they got into his repaired car and drove off.

“What’s the problem…” Vodka also realized why they could still see the manor even though they had already gone quite far.

At the distillery, Rum rubbed his forehead and asked his trusted aide, "Still can't get in touch with Gin and the others?"

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Author's note: This world isn't the same as the one with the supervisor; this is pure Conan, so Rum is still alive. [eating popcorn emoji]