Chapter 112 Kill Me 13

"Are you Mr. Kurosawa?"

I don't think Kudo-kun would be so polite as to call him sir in front of his brother, right?

"How boring! You recognized me now?" The little detective's pupils, which had shrunk for a moment, returned to their original state. Kurosawa Kanade was very curious, "How did you recognize me?"

He touched the long silver wig, which was made very realistically. Even if Gin himself came, he would ask what shampoo he used to have such good hair.

Conan said: "The real Gin... I will see a sea of ​​blood when I walk in."

Indeed.

Tsk, you really understand my brother.

"Are you also my brother's old enemy?"

The silver-haired young man who had a playful attitude just now suddenly frowned, stood up and looked down at the young detective. In the darkness, the face that looked exactly like Gin was enough to make people break out in a thin layer of sweat just by glancing at it.

...What's the reason for this sudden change of attitude?

Conan waved his hands hastily, "Not at all. I'm just... ahem... an ordinary elementary school student."

"Elementary school student? A 17-year-old elementary school student, Kudo Shinichi?"

Kurosawa Kanade watched with satisfaction as Conan's pupils constricted with fright again, but perhaps because he had a premonition, Conan recovered quickly this time.

Very good, psychological quality test, passed.

There were two gentle knocks on the door.

"Conan, are you okay?" Mao Lilan said in a gentle tone full of concern, "I heard some noise in your room. Are you unable to sleep? If not, how about I sleep with you?"

"No, no need, Sister Lan! I'm fine, you should get some rest too!"

"Oh, why don't you let your sister Lan come in and sit for a while?" Kurosawa Kanade leaned leisurely against the chair, resting his elbow on the handle on one side and gently supporting half of his face.

He crossed one leg and yawned slowly.

"I want to get to know such a beautiful lady better."

Conan tensed up nervously, not caring about anything else. He snorted at him twice and listened attentively to what was happening outside the door.

Fortunately, Xiaolan said, "Then you should go to sleep quickly, Conan." and seemed to leave. The outside of the door returned to peace.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the willful silver-haired young man again.

The young man yawned again, looking very bored.

...It was so strange to see Gin yawning like this. Thanks to this, Conan's last bit of palpitation caused by that face disappeared.

When that face wasn't deliberately showing a cruel and sinister expression, it actually showed a bit of calmness and indifference - it even made people realize that his facial features were actually very beautiful. His eyes were like mist, set off by skin that was several shades whiter than that of ordinary people, and it was green and shiny, like a tropical rain forest covered with dew in the morning.

Conan felt that this person seemed to have no interest in anything. Even pretending to be Gin to tease him only made him feel emotional for a while.

A pair of twins, completely different personalities.

"Since you already know my identity, but you didn't tell Gin, but came to me on purpose... What do you want to do?"

The silver-haired young man's eyes suddenly lit up like a layer of ice reflected by the sun.

He picked up a box of toys that had not yet been opened from the table. "What...what is this?"

Conan took a look, "...Lego City series."

"Did your sister Xiaolan buy it for you?"

Under the other party's questioning gaze, Conan reluctantly said, "Yes."

The silver-haired young man nodded and turned the box in a circle between his slender fingertips.

"You come and teach me how to play."

Conan: “?”

Just now, I inexplicably felt that this guy might be different from his brother. I, who am closer to a normal person, must be stupid.

"What's that expression on your face? Is it weird to want to play this?"

"……No."

It's just very strange.

"Come and play with me, or I'll tear your head off." The man glanced at him and said, "Forget it, your head isn't much fun. I'll just draw your blood and make red wine for my brother. He'll be very happy if he finds out it's the blood of his enemy."

Very good, now I am sure that they are brothers.

The silver-haired young man was fiddling with the toy in his hand curiously, and Conan obediently taught him how to play. Perhaps because he was smart, the young man was already having a lot of fun playing with it before Conan had even finished explaining.

One late night.

Xiaolan and the uncle are both sleeping.

Here he is playing Lego with Gin's brother.

hiss.

Even the sentences generated for word-building games seem too absurd.

"Haven't you played this before?" Conan handed the silver-haired young man the parts he needed. The man sat leisurely on the tatami, with the faint moonlight falling all over him. He didn't seem to be listening seriously, and a "hmm?" came out of his throat.

…It’s just a game, why do you take it so seriously?

Might as well watch Sherlock Holmes.

Just when Conan thought he would not say anything more, the man put the last piece of the green train together and said, "When I was a kid, I really wanted to have a train like this, to take me out of the window and go to... where my brother is."

Conan suppressed his curiosity from the word "good" and let it float from the word "heart". He gave up and asked, "Your...brother," he uttered the word with difficulty, "Did you grow up together?"

The silver-haired young man pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "I guess so. At that time, my brother locked me up in a house for eight, nine, or even longer? I can't remember. He would come back to accompany me when he was not busy."

"……real?"

The silver-haired young man smiled even more deeply, "Of course I lied to you, my brother loves me very much."

Conan rubbed his arms which were covered with goosebumps.

"Let's get down to business, Kudo-kun." Kurosawa Kanade deliberately emphasized the last part of his name, "I want to join forces with you to destroy my brother's organization."

"…What?"

The calm expression on the silver-haired young man's face faded, and a sneer appeared on his pale skin in the darkness. "Your reaction makes me doubt whether it is wise to cooperate with you, Kudo-kun."

He tapped the body of the Lego train lightly with one finger.

"But aren't you brothers? Are you really willing to go against him?"

It's hard not to suspect some conspiracy.

But then again, if it really was a conspiracy, it would seem too childish.

"This is my condition." The knocking sound stopped, and the silver-haired young man's eyes flashed with burning, terrifying, and sinister fire. "I will use the destruction of the entire organization in exchange for my brother's freedom."

…

The first partner is secured.

Ever since he discovered that Conan was a talented person, Akiyama Kanade had always wanted to work with him, but he was deterred by his death god physique that clearly entered the realm of metaphysics.

It's not that he's stingy.

But for the time being, I have no intention of rushing to the soul-splitting state.

As to why the opinion was changed.

Kurosawa Kanade tied a rope from the roof, opened the window, and slipped into a house. The boy on the bed woke up when he opened the window.

Before the other party could speak, he said succinctly: "If you dare to call the police, I will make it public that you are the thief Kidd."

The boy's mouth opened into a zero shape.

"What I want you to do is very simple," the silver-haired young man said in a normal tone and manner, but there was an inescapable sense of oppression when he raised his hand lightly, "Show up at certain places when I need you to show up."

Kuroba Kaito asked cautiously, "Is that all?"

For the sake of style, Kurosawa Kanade didn't plan to say this again. Kuroba Kaito's house was only two stories high, and Kurosawa Kanade jumped out of the window again.

Kuroba Kaito heaved a sigh of relief from the terrifying pressure.

That person...really walked out of a sea of ​​blood.

What exactly does he want to do? How does he know his identity?

"Hello--"

The silver-haired young man poked his head out of the window again.

Heiyu Kuaidou was so frightened that he nearly jumped up, but luckily his toes gripped the floor tightly and he landed back on his feet without breaking a sweat.

"Are you interested in being a gigolo?"

"?"

"No, never mind. Sorry to bother you—good night."

Tsk, wasn't it Akira who told him that the performance of the host parlor was not good recently, and asked him as the boss to think of a solution. He also asked if he could invite Sakura to come out again.

What little flower? The data of that skin has been cleared from the cache long ago.

Oh, it's so hard to be a boss.

I need my brother to hug me to feel better.