Chapter 009 Extra: Is the Second Cycle Endless?
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[The 1587th World—Detective Conan (World Coordinates: 2-39880).]
[Sir, due to fluctuations caused by tunnel disturbances, the landing time has deviated. Should we recalibrate the time?]
Rong Qian opened her eyes, glanced at the passersby, and whispered, "Where did it go wrong?"
[The current timeline is six years before the protagonist's birth.]
Rong Qian closed his eyes, turned his head to look at the surrounding environment, and after noticing the writing in this world, he asked Dawn to give him the plot and information of this world first.
He looked up information as he walked.
This is a world derived from anime.
Rong Qian glanced at it briefly and then turned off the screen, planning to walk to the end of the street and then have Dawn start the time correction.
Halfway there, he paused briefly, his gaze falling on the child lying on the ground in the corner.
Rong Qian thought for a moment, then stepped forward.
The child was covered in dirt and even had clotted blood on him; he looked to be only five or six years old.
Rong Qian stared at the child for a few seconds, not caring about his dirty clothes, and bent down to pick him up.
"Dawn, find a place to stay around here."
[Yes, sir.]
Dawn agreed, closed the page showing the correction time, and then displayed a map with the exact location marked.
Rong Qian carried the child away.
Upon entering the dusty room, Rong Qian immediately used her magical abilities to cast a cleaning spell.
The house and everyone were clean, but he still changed his and the child's clothes.
Rong Qian stood by the bed, her hands behind her back, looking down at the child.
This is the villain of the future.
She reached out and pinched his cheek, then turned and went out to the convenience store to buy two bento boxes. When she returned, the child had just woken up.
He first looked around in confusion and doubt, but when he saw Rong Qian return, he immediately stared at him warily.
Rong Qian smiled and picked him up from the bed. "I kindly took you in, don't be so ungrateful. Get up and eat."
The child struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free.
No matter how composed he was, he was still just a child, and he glared at him angrily after being treated like that.
Rong Qian placed him on the table, took out a bento box for him, and said, "Eat up, Kurosawa."
The child remained silent for a long time before finally uttering, "That's not my name."
"I don't care what your name is, from now on you have to use this name." Rong Qian patted his head, sat down opposite him, and began to eat slowly.
Kurosawa glanced at him several times, not understanding why this seemingly young boy would want to pick him up.
The local residents all avoided him like the plague.
"...You didn't live here before, did you?"
Kurosawa looked down at the bento box, and after a moment slowly opened the packaging.
"Otherwise, would someone living here have taken you in?" Rong Qian glanced at him, her youthful face seemingly saying, "What else do you think?"
He ate a piece of fried chicken, swallowed it, and then made up a random excuse, saying, "But maybe it's because your hair color is the same as mine that I picked you up?"
Kurosawa looked at him.
Not only their hair color, but even their eye color is very similar...
After putting the empty lunchbox into the bag, Rong Qian looked at Hei Ze with a bright smile, "Remember to clean up after you finish eating."
Kurosawa remained silent.
Rong Qian got up and grabbed two cans of fruit juice—prepared by Dawn. He opened one for Hei Ze and then slipped away with his own.
Kurosawa stared at the can of lime juice for two seconds, then silently put the empty container away and into the trash can.
This house is located in a remote corner, so the space is not large, with only one bedroom.
Rong Qian opened the bedroom door and poked her head out to look at Hei Ze, who was still sitting in a chair drinking juice. "What are you doing? Do you want to sleep on the floor? Come here."
He walked straight over, put his arm around the man's waist, hoisted him into his arms, and carried him into the bedroom.
Kurosawa: ?
Rong Qian put the person down, then patted his head, "It's time for the little one to get ready for bed."
Kurosawa stared at him with wide eyes.
Rong Qian climbed onto the bed, lay sprawled out, patted the bed surface, and said with a grin, "Let's sleep together."
Kurosawa: "..." You're really outgoing.
He stood by the window, staring at him with a strange look. "You didn't tell me who you are."
“My name is Kurosawa.” Rong Qian yawned, rolled over, and closed her eyes as if she was sleepy.
"……All right."
No wonder they just call him Kurosawa.
Rong Qian lay on his side, his silver hair becoming somewhat messy from constantly turning over. He opened his eyes, his light green eyes looking at Hei Ze. Suddenly, his eyes curved into crescents, and before Hei Ze could react, he reached out and pulled him up.
"!"
The two stared at each other wide-eyed.
Rong Qian pulled the blanket over herself.
Kurosawa could clearly see his body trembling slightly, and he could hear the laughter that he tried to suppress but couldn't.
"..."
Kurosawa closed his eyes, feeling that this guy was even more childish than himself.
——
The next morning, when Hei Ze woke up, Rong Qian was still asleep.
He didn't wake up until almost noon, but he remained lying on the bed without moving.
Kurosawa was summoned by him and given money.
Rong Qian pointed at him, then at the door, "Hey, go buy a bento box."
Kurosawa: ?
He pointed to himself: "Me?"
"Mmm, let's go~" Rong Qian mumbled sleepily, then shrank back under the covers.
"..."
Kurosawa was speechless and choked with emotion, but he still turned around and went out to the convenience store to buy a bento box.
When he returned, Rong Qian was already sitting up, staring blankly with his fluffy, frizzy silver hair.
Kurosawa tugged at the blanket covering his legs. "Dinner's ready."
"hold head high."
Rong Qian snapped out of his daze, got up, washed up, and sat down at the dining table. As he ate his bento, he looked at Hei Ze and said with a smile, "Want to go play later?"
Kurosawa: "?"
"Staying in one place all the time is boring, right? Let's do it this way. We'll go play after brunch." Rong Qian muttered to herself.
Kurosawa remained silent.
It wasn't that he didn't want to refuse, but that he couldn't.
If Kurosawa hadn't suddenly taken him in yesterday, he might have starved to death. Even if he had survived yesterday, he might not have made it through winter.
But he wanted to live.
Therefore, he needs Kurosawa before he has sufficient ability.
Kurosawa lowered his head slightly, and gripped the chopsticks a little tighter.
Rong Qian looked at him with great interest; to be precise, he was observing the emotional fluctuations emanating from Hei Ze.
...The emotional values generated by the major villains are surprisingly similar to those generated by the protagonist.
Rong Qian smiled slightly and asked Dawn to record the message.
When Kurosawa looked up, Rong Qian instantly immersed herself in the persona she had randomly assigned to herself.
After eating and drinking their fill and changing their clothes, Rong Qian grabbed Hei Ze and ran outside.
"Is there anything fun around here?" He looked left and right, completely ignoring the indescribable looks from the passersby.
"I don't know." Kurosawa glanced at them and then looked away.
"Okay, then I'll just have to look around for now~"
Rong Qian didn't mind and skipped along with Hei Ze.
Kurosawa was led by the hand, sometimes walking and sometimes running.
Rong Qian originally planned to take Hei Ze to the toy store, but they ran into a few guys on the way who looked like thugs.
They leaned against the wall, their eyes filled with mockery and sarcasm as they looked at the two men. They were talking to each other while laughing loudly.
Rong Qian stopped and blinked, turning to look at Hei Ze. "What are they doing? Are they laughing at us?"
"Hmm." Kurosawa pursed his lips slightly and nodded.
"Oh..." Rong Qian nodded as if she understood, but her gaze drifted towards the group of thugs. "Is that so..."
"?" Kurosawa looked at him strangely.
But the latter smiled and bent down close to his ear, whispering, "Do you know what to do when you're bullied?"
"How do we do it?" Kurosawa asked.
"Let's get back at them!"
A bright smile spread across Rong Qian's youthful face. She pulled Hei Ze closer to the thugs, kicked the thug leader while they watched her watch with amusement, and then quickly dragged Hei Ze into the gloomy alley.
During this time, he glanced back and confirmed that the thugs had chased after him in a fit of rage.
Kurosawa: ? ?
"What are you doing?"
"Are you going to retaliate?" Rong Qian blinked her light green eyes innocently.
When they reached the end of the alley, Rong Qian stopped and glanced disdainfully at the panting Hei Ze. "You're already tired after running this far? No wonder you get bullied."
"..." Kurosawa glanced back at the thug who was also panting, then at Rong Qian, who stood with her hands on her hips, looking calm and collected with a bright smile, and fell silent.
The thug cursed under his breath, "Damn it, he can run pretty fast, and he even dared to kick me."
Rong Qian chuckled, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kicked you, but if I hadn't kicked you, you wouldn't have followed me. If you hadn't come, then I..."
The curve of his lips turned eerie, and his light green eyes gleamed with a sinister light. He slowly uttered the rest of his words: "How am I supposed to attack you?"
"ha?"
The thug was completely bewildered, not yet reacting, when a face so cute it made you forget his age came close to his eyes, followed by a sudden pain in his chest—
The young boy in front of him had an innocent smile on his face, and he plunged a knife into his chest.
Rong Qian chuckled, pulled the knife out, and then stabbed it back in forcefully. His already sparkling pupils seemed to be tinged with excitement.
After the gang leader fell to the ground, Rong Qian met the gazes of the stunned and terrified gangsters behind him.
They were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they didn't dare to say anything before turning around and trying to run away.
Rong Qian slowly pulled out his pistol and casually fired a few shots. Several people who hadn't run far fell to the ground, each with a bloody hole in the back of their head.
He slowly put away the gun, smiled, picked up the knife, turned around and returned to Kurosawa, tilting his head slightly and looking down at him with a superior air.
Rong Qian's eyes curved into a smile as she grabbed his hand and placed the blood-stained knife in it. She then gently rubbed his cheek with her blood-stained hand.
Kurosawa stood there, stunned, his hand unconsciously gripping the sticky-smelling knife, a sentence echoing in his ears:
"Kill anyone who provokes you."
Rong Qian squatted down in front of him, resting her chin on her hands and smiling at him. Once he gradually came to his senses, she stood up, took his hand, and said casually, "Well, we can't play today. Let's go back to bed~"
Before leaving completely, Kurosawa glanced back at the fallen corpse and silently gripped the knife in his hand.
They avoided people and returned to their lodgings, reeking of blood.
As for the traces of them left at the scene or on the road, Dawn has quietly disposed of them.
Rong Qian hummed a song, looking quite happy, "Shall we go take a bath together?"
Kurosawa: "...Go by yourself."
Okay~
——
Although Kurosawa was originally destined to be a villain, Rong Qian found the game of cultivating a villain quite interesting, so he used a bit of divine power to strengthen this body and extend its lifespan. However, the relative price was...
To prevent the balance between his soul and that divine power from being broken, which would accelerate the erosion process, his body was deprived of the right to continue growing.
Therefore... so many years have passed, and Kurosawa has grown up quite a bit, but he still looks the same.
Kurosawa looked at the boy, who was a whole head shorter than him, with a somewhat indescribable expression. "How come you're still so small?"
"?" Rong Qian paused in her apple-biting motion, glared at him, and two seconds later kicked him in exasperation. "Mind your own business! Go do your training!"
When Kurosawa was nine years old, he was taken in by the Black Organization according to the plot, while Rong Qian stayed in the organization as his family.
But no one dared to mess with him.
Because not only is he a madman, but the involution-obsessed 'Gin' is also a madman.
Kurosawa suppressed the smirk on his face. "Fine, I just came to tell you to remember to eat later."
"Mmm, I know, I know." Rong Qian waved her hand dismissively at him and continued to focus on the TV.
Kurosawa turned and left in frustration.
After he left, Rong Qian ate her apple slowly while lost in thought. After finishing the apple, she continued to stare blankly at the TV until she felt a little hungry and got up to eat.
Hmm... Kurosawa can cook, but not much.
However, he had specifically studied it.
As for why...
It was purely because back when they were still holed up in that little house, Rong Qian would make him buy lunchboxes, rice balls, or order takeout every day.
Seeing Kurosawa's confusion, he said matter-of-factly, "Do I look like someone who can cook?!"
Kurosawa: "..."
So he started supporting his family at a very young age.
——
Time passed little by little.
This world became the world where Rong Qian spent the longest time, apart from the original world.
However, he also gained a lot. Whether he stayed in the organization to recruit other members or went out with Gin, he was able to collect a considerable amount of emotional points.
Kurosawa's abilities in all aspects were outstanding, so he became one of the main executives of the Black Organization, and his missions became more and more numerous and he became busier.
Rong Qian gave Hei Ze a resentful look. "Busy again?"
Kurosawa nodded.
"Fine, go ahead."
Rong Qian sighed pitifully, grabbed the comic book next to her, and buried her face in it.
Kurosawa coughed lightly, "I'll take you wherever you want to go after I'm done."
"Oh, that's fine too," Rong Qian replied dismissively.
Kurosawa walked over, removed the book from his face, and pinched his cheek. "You can think about where to go."
Rong Qian rolled her eyes, slapped his hand away, and said sullenly, "It's cherry blossom season, let's go see the cherry blossoms then."
"Okay." Kurosawa nodded, then patted his head and asked, "Where are you from?"
“Anywhere is fine, Tokyo or Hokkaido.” Rong Qian yawned, her eyes glazed over for a moment, then said confidently, “Hokkaido, let’s go somewhere further away. After seeing the cherry blossoms, we can go see other things. I’m tired of Tokyo anyway.”
"OK."
Kurosawa agreed.
"Alright, you'd better get out of here now." Rong Qian told him to leave immediately.
Kurosawa turned around and went off to do his work.
When they met again, the sun was shining brightly.
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Rong Qian pointed at him and said, "Look, look, the cherry blossom season is long over. Even if we have time, what can we do? The cherry blossoms are all gone!"
Kurosawa, feeling guilty, lowered his head and accepted the lesson.
Rong Qian put her hands on her hips, stared at him with her wide, light green eyes. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the safe house was pushed open.
Vermouth glanced at them, raised an eyebrow and said teasingly, "Gin is with your immature little brother again."
Rong Qian: "? Who's the younger brother who never grew up? I'm clearly the older brother!"
Vermouth looked at him with affection, "Sweetheart, stop fooling around. How could Gin possibly have such a cute little brother like you? I even suspect that you were tricked into coming back by him."
Kurosawa: "..."
Rong Qian: "Ah, um... actually it's the other way around, isn't it?"
Vermouth had a sudden inspiration, "Oh, I happen to have a lot of free time lately, sweetheart, how about you go play with your big sister? That way Gin can focus on his mission."
“Hmm? That works too.” Rong Qian immediately changed her mind.
Kurosawa: "?"
"No need, I don't have any missions lately." Kurosawa said coldly, glancing at Vermouth with a sinister look in his eyes.
"What does it matter? Can you even take care of a child? You might as well leave it to me," Vermouth continued to provoke with a smile.
Rong Qian: "?"
The perfectly concealed vodka: "..." Is this some kind of scene of a divorced couple fighting for child custody?
Rong Qian turned her head speechlessly and slumped onto the sofa. "I'm tired. I want to sleep."
"Okay, sweetheart, you rest now. I'm leaving first. Call me anytime if you need anything~"
After saying that, Vermouth left with a smug look on her face.
Rong Qian blinked, then turned to meet Hei Ze's gaze. "?"
Kurosawa's lips twitched slightly, and he said calmly, "Stay away from her."
Rong Qian: "..."
"This isn't the time to talk about this. What are you going to do about what we agreed on?" He stared at him intently.
Kurosawa paused for a moment, then hesitated before asking, "Next year?"
Rong Qian gave a deadpan look, "Fine."
"Didn't you say you were tired? Go to sleep." Kurosawa changed the subject.
Rong Qian lay down on the sofa and peacefully closed her eyes.
Kurosawa: "..."
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