"Shinichi, Shinichi..."
Yukiko followed nervously beside Heiji, because Conan was right in his arms.
"Yukiko, he just fainted from exhaustion—he hasn't eaten in a long time and his body gave out. Don't worry," Heiji reassured her.
"Then is there anything I should do?" Yukiko asked, still a bit panicked.
"You need to be quiet."
At Heiji's words, Yukiko immediately fell silent, her eyes full of nervousness.
Ai quietly followed behind. She wasn't too concerned about Conan's condition.
Now, Ai no longer relied on Conan as much as she once did. To her, he was just an ally—nothing more.
"Yukiko, should we tell Yusaku about this matter?" Dr. Agasa asked with a frown.
"Why bother telling him? He's always busy with his novels—let him spend his life with them!" Yukiko said, frustrated.
"But, Yusaku definitely cares about Shinichi very much too."
Yusaku Kudo was Dr. Agasa's good friend; naturally, he couldn't let his good friend be unaware of his son's situation.
"Then send him a photo of Shinichi right now—let that famous mystery novelist figure it out. I can't be bothered to talk to him. Hmph."
Yukiko flipped her long hair, huffed, and strode ahead.
"It seems Yusaku and Yukiko quarreled quite severely."
Dr. Agasa spread his hands helplessly.
Heiji smiled faintly. This had nothing to do with him.
Conan felt as if he had dreamed a very long dream.
Slowly, his consciousness cleared.
Suddenly, he sat up and looked around, his expression changing—he was at Dr. Agasa's house.
"Shinichi, you're awake?"
A crisp and familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him. He turned his head to look, his pupils shrinking suddenly: "Mom? Why are you here?"
"Oh my, Shinichi, you finally woke up."
Yukiko put down the porridge in her hand and wanted to go hug Conan.
But Conan quickly jumped off the sofa, landed to the side, and with an innocent look, said, "I'm not Shinichi. I'm Conan Edogawa. I'm Conan."
Although he couldn't figure out exactly what the situation was, he dared not leak his identity.
The Black Organization definitely hasn't left—I can't expose my whereabouts.
Seeing Conan's innocent face, Yukiko's eyes sparkled. She pinched his cheeks with both hands, gently pulling. "Look, isn't Shinichi adorable? He was the cutest when he was little."
Heiji and the others looked at Yukiko dumbfounded.
"Just now, was the person guarding Kudo's side all along her?" Ai asked lightly.
Heiji could only sigh—Yukiko really was a free spirit.
"Yukiko, Shinichi just woke up, let him eat something first."
Dr. Agasa, genuinely concerned, gently reminded her from the side.
"Ah, Shinichi, hurry up and eat something."
Watching this scene, a trace of disbelief flashed through Conan's heart: "Today's events, were they directed by you guys?"
Looking at the anger in Conan's eyes, Yukiko looked at Heiji for help.
Heiji ignored Yukiko directly, met Conan's gaze, and nodded lightly: "Mm."
Conan felt a wave of dizziness and sat down abruptly on the sofa.
"Shinichi~~"
Heiji suddenly held Yukiko back and shook his head lightly: "He is like this because of emotional excitement plus hunger and exhaustion. Let him recover a bit."
Although Yukiko was worried, she still listened to Heiji's words and didn't disturb Conan.
Conan's mind buzzed. I worked so hard to find clues and solve the case, but it was all staged by them.
Heiji found a stool and sat in front of Conan: "Conan... no, Kudo, are you very surprised why we set this trap for you to fall into, and even put you in a state of extreme crisis?"
Conan raised his head, frowning: "What do you want to tell me?"
"Shinichi, actually we..."
"Yukiko, let me speak."
Heiji interrupted Yukiko, looking at Conan lightly: "Actually, it's very simple. I just want to tell you, if you handle cases in such a high-profile manner again, the ending will be like this, and it will be even bloodier and crueler than the scenes you saw..."
There was no passionate speech, nor high-pitched criticism, only a tone as calm as water.
However, to Conan's ears, every word was like a bomb, exploding in his mind, buzzing.
Ai also put down the bowl in her hand and walked silently to Heiji's side.
The horror of the Black Organization was not something outsiders could understand; only those deeply trapped in it would know that kind of fear.
Heiji's words were terrifying when thought about carefully. Once the Black Organization really found out that Conan Edogawa was Shinichi Kudo, the first to suffer would be the people around him: relatives, friends, and even everyone who had contact with him might disappear from this world.
Everyone dying because of himself, this was the ultimate torture for a person.
Thinking of that hell-like scene, Conan broke out in cold sweat, sweat gushing from his forehead like a spring, his face pale.
Heiji paused slightly. Ai's hand suddenly gripped his hand tightly, her face equally pale.
Seeing the look on Ai's face, he suddenly picked her up and held her in his arms.
The queen also had fragile moments.
"How did you suspect me?"
After a long time, Conan's expression finally recovered, his eyes filling with light again.
"This is what I want to warn you about. At every crime scene, you are always the first to rush out. Every time someone dies, you are always the first to approach the corpse. When solving a case, your expression, your every sentence, are not things an ordinary child can possess. Remember, manner and tone might be disguised, but when serious, that aura cannot be disguised. If you continue like this and get noticed by interested people, today's fake will become tomorrow's reality."
Heiji's words struck the heart with every syllable; Conan's face, which had recovered somewhat, turned pale again.
"One last reminder for you: using Uncle Mouri to solve cases isn't a big mistake, but if you place him in danger, the consequences probably aren't something you can bear. It's late, goodnight everyone!"
Heiji carried Ai back to the room, leaving behind a dumbfounded Conan.
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