Conan panicked and ran aimlessly. As he ran, he felt something was wrong with his body again. He felt hot, and his bones seemed to be groaning in protest, as if they were shrinking again.
"Are you kidding me? Thermal expansion and contraction, do you think I'm a sponge?"
While cursing and swearing, Conan hurriedly took out the medicine and, without even looking at it, poured it down his throat again!
It was that familiar, teeth-grinding, muscle-twisting sensation again...
This time... it seems to have worked? My body has returned to its familiar size.
But...the feel of the skin...
Why does it look a bit dark? And a bit rough?
Conan hid behind a huge decorative vase, secretly took out his phone, and used the black screen as a mirror to look at himself—
Hattori Heiji? !
Why is it Hattori with that dark face?!
This potion that randomly transforms you is so unreliable!
And...why did even my clothes change to the opponent's signature flashy baseball uniform?! Does this potion have a built-in one-click outfit-changing function?! That's too smart (and ridiculous)!
Just then, a beam of flashlight shone over: "Over there! There seems to be some movement!"
"Damn it..."
Startled, Shinichi Kudo realized there was nowhere to hide. In a flash of inspiration, he ducked into the shadows of the courtyard corner and curled up into a ball.
Perfect!
The night was dark and windy. His dark skin and black clothes blended perfectly into the darkness almost instantly, as if he had vanished into thin air.
The police officer who ran over shone his flashlight carefully for a while, looking puzzled: "Strange... I clearly saw a dark shadowy figure acting suspiciously just now... how did it disappear?"
Another policeman complained, "Are you seeing things? It's pitch black. Who else could be there besides us?"
"Maybe..."
The two policemen walked away, muttering to themselves.
Conan lay on the cold grass, on the verge of tears.
Being best buddies... the only advantage... is probably... that it's perfect for being a troll...
He is now a true, physical "Little Black".
...
Meanwhile, the disheveled Kaito, with the help of his cousins, finally managed to escape to what should be the main sword dojo, based on his previous observations of the layout.
Sure enough, in the center of the dojo, a spiky-haired boy was sitting cross-legged with his back to the door, like an old monk in meditation. And what he was carrying on his back, judging from its shape, should be the precious sword that woman Hongzi wanted!
"Finally...found it..."
Kaito let out a long sigh of relief, adjusted his breathing, and didn't forget to straighten his messy collar and cuffs, trying to regain his phantom thief persona.
Elegance is essential.
He completely disregarded the child in front of him.
What a joke! He's the famous Phantom Thief Kid, capable of anything, so why would he be afraid of a mere child?
As for what happened just now, that was just an accident!
Yes, it was an accident!
"Hey, little one~" Kaito casually pulled out a lollipop and said in a coaxing tone, "How about I give you this sweetest candy in the world in exchange for you playing with that toy knife on your back for a little while? Just for a second~ I'll give it back to you when you're done~"
Upon hearing this, Tie Jian slowly turned his head, grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, but his eyes were like those of a predator eyeing its prey, filled with excited fighting spirit: "You want this knife?"
Kaito's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up in his mind. He keenly sensed that the child's aura was a little off.
That look in his eyes...it doesn't look like a normal elementary school student at all!
To be precise, the whole family he encountered tonight, from the old to the young, from the humans to the animals, were all fucking abnormal!
But before he could react, the iron sword drew its blade with an absurdly fast backhand!
"Sure! Beat me and it's yours!"
A flash of cold light, and the wooden sword slashed down with a whooshing sound!
Kaito was terrified and instinctively raised his arm to block—the magic poker gun on his wrist was instantly cleaved in two!
"Hey! Kid! Are you serious?! This is violent!" Kaito broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at his expensive equipment that was instantly destroyed.
What kind of monster is this child? Did he grow up eating spinach?
So much strength! So much speed!
This wooden knife must be made of solid iron, right?!
He quickly pulled out all his skills, using a variety of smoke bombs, flashbangs, and illusions, leaping and bounding around the dojo, barely dodging the iron sword's seemingly chaotic yet incredibly powerful slashes.
I can't beat them at all! I can't even get close!
This guy's swordsmanship is nothing like a normal person's!
Seeing that he really couldn't beat a child, Kaito couldn't care less about being the Phantom Thief Kid; survival was the priority! He suddenly jumped back and pointed at the window behind Tesshin, shouting, "Look! UFO! There's an airplane!"
Iron Sword was still just a child; he never imagined that people these days would even deceive a child.
He instinctively turned his head to look out the window, muttering, "Where? Where?"
In that split second, Kaito dashed forward like an arrow, snatched the sword from the back of the iron sword, turned and ran, his speed comparable to a rabbit being chased by a dog, wishing his parents had two more legs.
"Got it! Time to get out of here!"
"Bastard! You cheated! You have no sportsmanship! You tried to deceive me and launch a sneak attack!"
Iron Sword realized what was happening, and in a fit of rage, he yelled and chased after the enemy with his wooden sword!
As a result, the nights at the martial arts hall became even more lively.
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