"Could it be a deception like magic?" Yusaku Kudo guessed after calming down.
Kudo Yukiko shook her head, "It doesn't look like it. Even the teacher who taught me how to disguise would not be able to do it to this level. There won't be any flaws at all."
"No wonder Shinichi specifically mentioned Onmyoji. It looks like it's really not that simple."
Kudo Yusaku remembered Conan's words before. He originally just followed Conan's words to deceive, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be the literal meaning - true Onmyoji.
"Shinichi may be waking up again. If you want to know, you can ask him later. There is no point in just guessing here."
The Kudo couple redressed, went to the kitchen, and opened the door. Conan, who had fainted on the ground, had disappeared.
"The window is open!" Kudo Yukiko ran to the window and looked down, but it was already winter and there was no snow, so there weren't many traces. "He must have escaped from here."
Kudo Yusaku sneered and loaded his pistol, "It's too early to say this. Maybe he deliberately misled us. The injury on his butt is not clear. His actions remain unchanged. He may not be able to run much further.
Far."
"The clever high school student detective can definitely think of these questions, so..."
Having said this, Kudo Yusaku yanked open the disabled refrigerator in the kitchen and pointed his gun inside.
However, there was nothing inside.
"Sure enough, he still ran out, right? Although he was injured on his buttocks and couldn't run far, there were many people nearby. He might have hid in some house." Yukiko Kudo said.
Kudo Yusaku's guess failed, so he had no choice but to agree with her statement, "Well, that's the only way it can be, let's chase!"
After saying that, the two people walked out of the kitchen. The kitchen door was closed again, the footsteps gradually became quieter, and the security door outside made a "bang" closing sound.
Hidden in the moisture-proof storage box under the kitchen floor, Conan endured the pain in his buttocks, put on a proud expression on his face, and then struggled to push open the cover above his head.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he poked his head out, he was faced with a gun, a man wearing a cloak and a mask waiting for him.
"Do you really think this little cleverness can fool us?" Kudo Yusaku sneered, "Since you are so unwilling to obey, then..."
The finger on the trigger gradually tightened, and Conan looked horrified. Why didn't you play your cards according to the routine? Don't you plan to get the information about Onmyoji from you? And what do you want to know? Just ask! Why do you do it so hastily?
Make a decision!
"boom--"
A sucker bullet flew out from the muzzle of the gun, hit Conan's head with a "pop" and stuck firmly to it.
Conan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the fat lady who called herself Edogawa Fumyo appeared at the door, took off her mask, revealed her true face, and said something.
"surprise!"
"Eh? It's so rare to see mom, aren't you happy? Shin-chan~?" Yukiko Kudo asked with a smile on Conan's face.
The more Conan thought about it, the angrier he became. He almost exploded with anger. "I can only be happy if I have any trouble, right? My butt is swollen. I really thought I was going to die, but you two made fun of me!"
Kudo Yusaku smiled and reassured: "We are just giving you a warning, lest you lose your vigilance and your current situation is so dangerous."
Kudo Yukiko didn't wait for Conan's anger to subside, so she held him in her arms and rubbed him for a while, "It's the young Shinichi. Wow~ He's still cute as a child. The older he gets, the less he kisses his mother. I've always been worried about this."
Very sad."
Conan, who was almost suffocated to death, struggled out uncomfortably and said unhappily: "I'm not a child anymore. Isn't it shameful to always cling to my parents?"
Kudo Yukiko raised a finger, tilted her head and joked: "Indeed, I am no longer a child, I already know how to fall in love with girls."
Conan quickly denied, "I didn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, a blue mobile phone appeared in Kudo Yukiko's hand. She shook it, which made Conan's eyes widen in an instant.
"You actually peeked at my emails! That's too much!"
As he spoke, he struggled to grab the phone in Kudo Yukiko's arms, but after his body became smaller, his strength was limited, his buttocks were swollen, and his movements remained unchanged, so he was easily suppressed.
"How can you call it peeping? We were watching openly, just when you were asleep."
Conan was so angry, "You knocked me out just to look at my phone?"
Kudo Yusaku said from the side: "I originally planned to play a detective game with you, but something unexpected happened, and I thought it was more important to chat about the novel you wrote, so I gave up the subsequent activities."
"!!!"
Conan's eyes completely lost their luster, and his whole figure seemed to have faded. He could finally feel the shame of having the draft of Xiaolan's novel taken away by Uncle Maori and seen everywhere.
Kudo Yusaku continued, "I have also read the "Maori Detective Case Book" written by Xiaolan. I have to say that it is also a debut novel, and she is much better than you."
"Writing is not just about clarifying the main points of the story and straightening out the logic. You have no problem with the core trick of the mystery novel, but when you use language to narrate the entire story, you can't help but seem a little impatient.
Already."
"Mystery novels certainly require quick thinking, strong logical thinking ability, and sufficient reserves to complete the setting of the conspiracy and enrich the details of the case."
"But writing a novel, if you use the metaphor of driving, is a task that requires moving forward slowly in a low gear and advancing patiently."
"And your biggest problem is that you have been impatiently rushing all the way to the end and unraveling the mystery from the beginning. The novel you wrote is more like a summary of the story than a finished product."
"The story is told clearly and concisely, but it loses the most important readability and sense of anticipation of the novel. At this point, you really need to learn from Xiaolan how to tell the whole story with a suitable rhythm.
Let’s talk about it.”
"I remember that you were quite good at telling people off when you were solving crimes. Why did you forget about it when you were writing the novel? Are you too eager to get things done?"
Kudo Yusaku became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, but Conan just stared at his dead eyes and lay in Kudo Yukiko's arms, turning a deaf ear.
This world is not worth it...
"Ah, the phone rang, it was Xiaolan's email~" Kudo Yukiko said with a smile, "Let me see what Xiaolan said. You listen to your father talk about writing first, and I will reply to you~"
"No!" Conan sat up in shock as he was dying of illness. He snatched the phone back and, ignoring the pain in his butt, ran all the way outside the kitchen and secretly read emails.
[Mao Lilan: Shinichi, did you know? Conan’s mother is here today~ She picked up Conan. Although this is natural, but for just a moment, I actually missed that child a little. Familiar people left,