In the "experiment" that Kindaichi and the others participated in, Shiho Miyano gave them sleeping pills, intending to commit suicide by taking the pills herself, so she didn't bring anything with her.
Whether it was drug research data or the files on Shinichi Kudo, which she had some doubts about.
As for the remaining few pills of drug A...
"Just destroy it." Shiho said decisively, looking at the plastic medicine box that Takato handed her.
"Based on the ingredients of these few pills alone, without my previous research data, it would be impossible to continue research or develop an antidote with the opposite effect."
"The puppeteer doesn't like killing people this way, does he?"
Gao Yuan smiled and shrugged, tossed the box into the drawer of the desk next to him, and then locked it.
"To me, it doesn't matter what exactly I use to kill someone."
"Knives, ropes, pistols, poison... those are just ferries that send people to the other side of the Yellow Springs."
"On the road to death, who cares about the size of the ship, or whether it is magnificent?"
Even Shiho, who doesn't often hear this kind of language, couldn't help but laugh.
"I never imagined that Mr. Gao Yuan was also a poet."
"Just a mere magician." Gao Yuan bowed slightly, as if he had already stepped onto the stage.
"As for now, I should also be working part-time as a stylist..."
...
"Mr. Gao Yuan, is it necessary to dress like this?"
Looking at the person in front of her, dressed in a rather bulky cotton shirt and long skirt, wearing soft leather shoes with round toes typical of middle-aged women, and with a brown wig tied into a bun at the back of her head, Shiho found it an eyesore.
I wonder how much stuff this person stuffed into their clothes to create such a round and chubby figure. Even with the disguise mask on, their face looks like a bulging steamed bun.
Walking on the street, people complain that it affects the city's appearance.
However, Gao Yuan chuckled without any apparent psychological pressure.
"That way we can avoid attracting the attention of those with ulterior motives!"
"Is it really necessary?" Shiho muttered to herself, but she didn't resist the other person painting on her face. Finally, she tucked her short hair behind her ears and put on a baseball cap.
"I think you have a figure that would make you look like an ordinary girl."
Especially those two long legs, even I... my past self would feel jealous when I saw them.
"That's where the problem lies." Gao Yuan frowned slightly, as if remembering something, before smiling again.
"The less attention you receive, the easier it is to hide."
"From a certain perspective, 'others' are hell..."
Before Shiho could react to the last sentence, he had already patted her on the shoulder.
"Let's go, let's go buy you clothes."
Wearing a girl's T-shirt and skirt, Shiho was taken by "Auntie" Takato to a children's sportswear store and picked out a white and green tracksuit.
When he walked out of the store, he looked like a handsome little boy.
"Fortunately, at your age, boys' and girls' voices are not that different."
Gao Yuan spoke in a very authentic middle-aged woman's voice, giving instructions in a rambling manner. To passersby, it was just a worried mother talking to her elementary school-aged son.
"However, your word choice is still too feminine. Just try to speak less."
While feeling awkward, Shiho also found it somewhat novel and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You... By the way, what should I call you?"
“Call me Mom, is there any doubt about that?” Gao Yuan said confidently, hands on his hips.
Yes, there are! Absolutely!
Shiho held back her complaints and tried mouthing the words, but before she could muster the courage to make a sound, another question suddenly occurred to her.
"Then... I mean, 'we,' shouldn't we use an alias? What if someone asks?"
"It's up to you," Gao Yuan replied indifferently.
"However, I think we don't need to consider too much for now..."
Their destination was Shinichi Kudo's vacant house.
It couldn't be more fitting to use that place as the starting point for the search for Shinichi Kudo.
...
It didn't take much effort for Gao Yuan to pry open the locked gate of the Kudo residence, and the two of them, one big and one small, quietly slipped inside.
Although the Black Organization conducted multiple searches of the place, they carefully preserved its original appearance.
Of course, this is only a general overview.
Upon closer inspection, one can see that the dust on the door handles and drawer pulls has been wiped away, and while there are no footprints on the bedroom carpet, there are fresh signs of footsteps.
We don't even know which unruly person threw a cigarette butt into the trash can.
None of the Kudo family members smoke, let alone such cheap cigarettes.
That's why Shinichi Kudo never came back afterward; otherwise, it would have been easy to conclude that an uninvited guest had entered the house.
Shiho scoffed as she walked effortlessly upstairs to her bedroom.
She remembered one bedroom, the one where all the children's clothes were found to be missing, with several picture frames hanging on the wall above the bed.
It's Shinichi Kudo's graduation photo from kindergarten, elementary school, and junior high school.
When she first saw it, Shiho felt a mix of novelty and a touch of envy.
She never spent her student life in such a conventional way.
She was about 4 years old... probably no more than 5 years old, when she was sent to the United States to attend a private school.
She completed elementary school in two years, and even four years of middle school felt tedious to her. At the age of 11, Shiho entered Cornell University with numerous recommendation letters from renowned teachers, majoring in biomedical engineering.
She graduated with a doctorate at the age of 17, and in Japan, the organization's research institute had already reserved a key position for her.
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