Chapter 102 (One Hundred and Two Chapters) - Picking Up a Little Detective

A black sedan with an understated exterior but excellent performance silently glided to the park entrance. Tall, dressed in a sharp black suit and with his face covered by matching sunglasses, Blakely got out of the car and opened the door for Nekono Ikumi.

Although he usually preferred a leisurely walk, it was getting late, so he was happy to relax for once. Nekono Ikumi naturally sat in the back seat.

The vehicle smoothly drove out of the amusement park area and turned onto a relatively quiet street. However, just as it passed an ordinary intersection, something unexpected happened!

A small figure suddenly stumbled out from the intersection. It was a very small child, only six or seven years old, wearing ill-fitting clothes that looked like they had been taken from an adult, making him look extremely comical.

His forehead still bore traces of dried blood, and his eyes were filled with confusion and panic, as if he had just escaped from somewhere.

The sudden appearance of the vehicle and the boy rushing out caught both sides off guard and startled!

boy:"!!!"

Nekono Ikuya and Black: "!!!"

"Watch out!" Nekono Ikuya shouted instinctively.

Blake reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes and jerking the steering wheel simultaneously.

With a creak, the vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of the boy.

But the boy, who also tried to dodge, was unfortunately tripped by the overly wide trouser leg.

He clearly lost his balance, stumbled, and leaned towards the vehicle, finally crashing into the front of the car, which had almost come to a stop, with a 'thud'.

The force wasn't great, but the boy seemed to have reached his limit, and he immediately closed his eyes.

So Nekono Ikuya and Black watched helplessly as his small body slid down.

Nekono Ikuya: "..."

Blake: "..."

Nekono Ikuya leaned forward slightly due to inertia, but still clearly saw the whole process of the boy fainting.

He stared in disbelief, muttering instinctively, "A staged accident?!"

"Of course it wasn't a staged accident," Nekono Ikuya sighed, rubbing her forehead. "It's just that the scene was far too dramatic."

"Blake, go down and check the situation first," he instructed Blake in the front seat, then he pushed open the car door and quickly got out himself.

As I walked, my mind raced: ill-fitting clothes, a wound on the forehead, the hurried steps as if afraid of being overtaken... What had happened to this child?

The dutiful Blake had already reached the boy, his tall figure looming over him. His black suit and sunglasses exuded a powerful aura in the dim light. He bent slightly, preparing to check on the boy.

But before losing consciousness, the boy, who was on the verge of unconsciousness, managed to open his eyelids slightly, and in his blurred vision, he saw Blake dressed in his classic black outfit.

!

The fear had barely surfaced when, before the boy could do anything, his eyes rolled back and he passed out completely.

Only his last thought before he lost consciousness lingered in his mind.

Oh no, it's...a man in black!

"What happened?" Nekono Ikuya frowned. He felt the boy's body tremble just now.

“…” Blake adjusted his sunglasses, hesitatingly, “Young Master Yu Mi, he seems… to have been frightened by me.”

Nekono Ikuya: "..."

He looked up at the gloomy sky, then at Blake's impeccably tailored black suit, and combined that with the boy's panicked escape, the ill-fitting clothes, and the wound on his forehead...

It's quite reasonable to be scared!

He waved his hand helplessly, signaling Blake to step back, and then looked more closely at the small figure lying in front of the car.

Upon seeing this, Nekono Ikuya's heart skipped a beat.

I didn't pay much attention because of the emergency, but now that I'm looking closer, the boy's eyebrows and eyes... seem more and more familiar?

"Kaito?" Nekono Ikuya blurted out, then immediately dismissed the idea, her tone becoming incredibly certain.

"No, not Kaito, it's the little detective!" The little detective he had met in Hawaii!

Nekono Ikuya looked in shock at the small Shinichi Kudo lying on the ground.

Seriously, little detective, more than ten years have passed, and you've only grown this little bit!

Well, after recognizing the little detective, Nekono Ikuya looked at the little detective's adult-like clothes and childlike figure and guessed what had happened to him.

It's not that the little detective has frozen in time, it's that the little detective has shrunk.

Moreover, the aura of destiny emanating from him was rapidly intensifying, doubling in intensity the instant Nekono Yuuya recognized the little detective.

The feeling that Nekono Ikuya gives off is almost like Shin-chan when he was five years old!

Thinking back to his experiences with Shin-chan and the others in kindergarten, he accidentally entered a movie world, traveled to the Sengoku period, and jumped to the future with Shin-chan's fiancée, Minako...

Although the effects of these experiences were eventually erased by the real world, well, let's still pack the little detective up and take him with us.

“Black,” Nekono Ikuya said decisively, “get him into the car and contact the family doctor. Also, find out what happened at Dorobiga Park.”

The little detective's clothes smelled of flowers from Dorobiga Paradise. Nekono Ikuya saw Gin and Vodka in the park today.

Could the little detective's shrinkage have been orchestrated by someone from the organization? That's strange; when did the organization get involved with magic?

...

Consciousness, like fragments sunk into the deep sea, struggles to rise and slowly piece itself back together.

The first sensation to return was pain; a dull ache came from the back of his head, accompanied by a weak and aching feeling deep within his body, making Shinichi Kudo feel an indescribable weakness.

He struggled to open his eyes, and it took him a moment to focus.

Instead of the familiar bedroom ceiling, he was greeted by a soft, off-white suspended ceiling. Beneath him lay an incredibly comfortable bed, its soft fabric gently caressing his cheeks, and a faint citrus scent filled the air, instantly soothing his mood.

here it is……?

Memories of the time before he lost consciousness flooded his mind: his date with Xiaolan, the case on the roller coaster, the deal in the shadows of the amusement park, being knocked unconscious and poisoned by a man in black, discovering that he had shrunk, escaping from the patrol officers but almost being hit by a car, and the tall, terrifying figure in all black that he saw before he lost consciousness!

Were they the guys who gave him the drugs? They found me?!

Shinichi Kudo sat up abruptly, but the movement aggravated the injury on the back of his head, and a sharp, dull pain shot through him, causing him to gasp.

"Ouch—, that hurts so much!"

Pain accompanied by dizziness, Shinichi Kudo subconsciously reached behind his head, but his fingertips touched not the expected scab or swelling, but a well-attached gauze.

"Huh?!"

Shinichi Kudo blinked, his groggy mind clearing up a bit, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

His wounds were properly treated, a stark contrast to his expectations of falling into the hands of the men in black. Would those cold-blooded bastards be so kind as to bandage his wounds?

Could it be... that the last person he saw wasn't one of the men in black?

Shinichi Kudo suddenly looked around—

The room is spacious and bright, decorated in warm beige tones. A soft wool carpet is laid underfoot, and the edges of the wooden furniture are carefully polished into rounded corners. The bookshelves are filled with neatly arranged books and some exquisitely designed, obviously valuable small ornaments, creating a very cozy atmosphere.

He looked down at himself and found that the dirty clothes he had worn the night before had been changed and replaced with a soft, light-colored children's pajama set.

Wait, children's pajamas?!

Shinichi Kudo's pupils dilated in shock as he realized that he seemed to have noticed his body shrinking the night before.

Ignoring his throbbing head, he staggered off the bed, his bare feet landing on the soft carpet, his eyes frantically searching the room.

A mirror! Where is the mirror?!

He stumbled into the walk-in closet and finally found a huge floor-length mirror on the wall.

The mirror clearly reflected the figure of a little boy who looked to be only six or seven years old. He had soft black hair, fair skin, and wide, blue eyes that were staring in fear, all dressed in light-colored children's pajamas and wearing a white gauze on his head.

He looked exactly like he did when he was a child, except he had an injury on his head.

"Ah..." A short, incredulous gasp escaped his lips. He numbly touched his face, and the boy in the mirror did the same.

It really has gotten smaller!

Shinichi Kudo's gaze grew increasingly serious.

Even though he was only a high school student, he knew he was in big trouble!

The man in black who knocked him unconscious and fed him the drug claimed it was a new type of poison developed by their organization, but unexpectedly it had such an effect on him.

Are those people researching de-aging techniques really working on poisons?

If it's poison, Shinichi Kudo wondered, then why is it acting differently on him? Could it be that his constitution is so special that even poison can have different effects on him?

He absolutely must not let anyone else, especially those men in black, discover that he has shrunk, otherwise everyone around him will be implicated!

He couldn't let the kind people who took him home and bandaged him up get into trouble—Shinichi Kudo had already recalled the whole story of how he accidentally "stole" the car from the other driver.

So the most urgent thing is to leave here and find Professor Agasa. Maybe Professor Agasa can turn him back to his original form!

Shinichi Kudo was about to open the window to try and escape—he couldn't think of a way to explain all the abnormalities he had, and he wasn't entirely sure if the person who took him home and bandaged him up was a good person. The psychological trauma he had suffered from the person in the classic black outfit before he fainted last night was still quite significant.

He figured he might as well run away first and then ask Professor Agasa to help him explain and thank him after he was sure he was safe.

He turned and walked back to the bedroom.

"Thump, thump."

Just then, two polite knocks sounded on the door, disrupting Shinichi Kudo's plans.

The door was gently pushed open, and Nekono Ikuya leaned against the doorframe. Soft sunlight streamed into the room, casting a pale golden glow on his tall figure. His jet-black hair, slightly disheveled, clung to his forehead, adding a touch of nonchalance to his air. His bright green cat-like eyes, clear and sparkling in the light, gazed into the room with a smile.

This is a face that is unforgettable, with a unique Eastern elegance and refined beauty. The facial lines are clear and smooth, from the full forehead to the prominent bridge of the nose, and finally to the neatly tapered chin, without a single superfluous detail.

For a moment, Shinichi Kudo was in a daze when a thought suddenly popped into his head: "Where have I seen this older brother before?"