Chapter 8

That night, the two of them had a very "happy" showdown. Conan told Hayakawa Tetsuo the reason why his body had shrunk. A week later, it was February 14th, Valentine's Day.

"In other words, Shinichi, when you and Uncle Mōri were on the train to attend your classmate's wedding, you met those two men in black again?"

"Yes, and they were crazy enough to want to blow up the train. If it weren't for my quick reaction, I probably wouldn't be here chatting with you."

Conan leaned on the back of the chair, with his half-moon eyes, looking at Hayakawa Akiyu who was in the kitchen, stirring non-stop in the pot with a spoon, and could not help but ridicule. "Speaking of which, you don't even have a target to give chocolates to, why are you making so much?"

"Can't I eat it myself?"

"Oh, right, you like sweet things."

"As a sweet food lover, I'm sorry!

If you have the ability, don't eat my lemon pie!

You drink iced coffee all year round! "

He retorted mercilessly. As if he thought of something, Hayakawa Tetsuo took out his phone from his pocket with his free hand and opened the photo sent to him by his friend. He faced Conan on the screen and asked, "The two men in black you mentioned before, are they these?"

"Huh?"

Conan was stunned for a moment. He jumped down from the chair and jogged to Hayakawa Tetsuo's side. When he saw the two men in the photo, his pupils shrank and he asked excitedly, "It's them!

Tetsuo, where did you find them?! "

"Well, I asked a friend to help me look up something."

He put away his phone and scooped up a spoonful of half-solidified chocolate. He tasted it and then blinked at the nervous Conan and smiled gently (black-bellied), "Don't worry, it's an absolutely reliable and trustworthy friend."

Conan looked at his partner for a long time with his half-moon eyes. In the end, he angrily ran to the fridge and took out a piece of lemon pie. He chewed it fiercely as if he was biting someone.

In the evening, when Conan was about to leave, Hayakawa Tetsuo stopped him and stuffed two boxes of chocolate into his arms.

"One of them is for you, Shinichi. Don't worry, I didn't add too much sugar, just the normal amount. I also added lemon powder.

As for the other one, I know you don't know how to make your own chocolate, Shinichi, so I helped you. Remember to give it to Lan personally. "

"Stupid, stupid!

What are you talking about?!

I don't have that kind of relationship with Lan! "

"Yes, okay, okay, let's go back! If we don't go back, Sister ~ Sister ~ Lan ~ will ~"

"I've said's not, you idiot!"

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"Really!

Che Yu that idiot!

Always making fun of me and Lan! "

On the way to the office under the sunset, Conan kicked a stone away and stared at the chocolate in his hand with a conflicted expression. Should he give it to her or not …

Perhaps Conan was too engrossed in watching the movie, but he accidentally bumped into a high school student who was walking away.

"Wah!

Sorry, sorry, are you okay, little brother? "

That person obviously didn't expect it. He was shocked at first, then quickly helped him up and apologized. But for some reason, his voice was inexplicably familiar.

"Ah … I'm … fine …" Conan stood up with his hand on his forehead. He looked up and wanted to say something, but he was frightened by the face in front of him.

The face in front of him, except for the messy short hair, was exactly the same as his.

Conan's heart suddenly pounded wildly.

He was scared.

"Hey!

Idiot, hurry up!

What are you doing! "

A girl's energetic voice came. The boy scratched the back of his head and replied with a smile, "Oh ~ I accidentally bumped into a little … Eh?

Where's the little boy? "

When he turned around, the child he just bumped into was gone. The boy tilted his head in confusion.

"What little boy?

Hurry up, hurry up!

The movie is about to start! "

"Yes ~ Yes ~" Kuroba Kaito, who didn't know that he just had intimate contact with the person he will be entangled with for the rest of his life, answered with a bored face.

Really, today he should have harvested a lot of chocolate and then lied on the sofa eating chocolate until he was full, but he was dragged out by Aoko to watch a movie by this idiot …

With his hands behind his head, Kuroba Kaito was about to leave when he suddenly saw a box with fireworks under his feet. But this style … He bent down and picked it up. It really was chocolate. Did the little boy just drop it?

Kids nowadays are so precocious ~

Thinking like this, he put the chocolate into his bag and followed Aoko's urging.

Well, just treat it as his apology for bumping into me ~

"Hmm?

You said you met someone who looks exactly like you? "

Then, on the same day, Hayakawa Tetsuo received a call from a panicked Conan.

"Not only the face, but even the voice is exactly the same!"

Conan, who was so panicked that he ran away when the other party wasn't paying attention, was now hiding in an alley. His heart was beating rapidly because of fear, and his breathing was rapid: "What should I do!

Did those men in black come to test me?!

What should I do!

Lan and the others … "

"Wait, Shinichi, calm down."

Hayakawa Tetsuo washed the oil off his hands, wiped them dry and comforted: "Think about it first, did they say anything else?"

"Let me think, there was a girl who seemed to call the boy 'Kaito' or something."

Hayakawa Tetsuo: "…"

Sure enough, it was that idiot …

"Cough."

Hayakawa Tetsuo coughed and held back his laughter. He was relieved and said: "If it's that, then you don't have to worry ~"

"Huh?"

"After all, the world is big and there are all kinds of strange things ~"

"Huh?"

"If you really want to know, maybe you can ask Uncle Yuusaku ~"

Then, without waiting for Conan to respond, he hung up the phone.

Conan was left with a face full of question marks: "???"

After hesitating for a long time, Conan took out the butterfly voice changer and adjusted it to his own voice. He called his father, who was across the Pacific Ocean in the United States, and asked, "Dad, do I have a twin brother that I've never met before?"

Kudo Yuusaku: "???"

# What should I do if my son's brain suddenly malfunctions, it's quite urgent, waiting online #

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"Art gallery?"

Hayakawa Tetsuo, who was combing Horus' feathers with a comb, held the phone between his shoulder and ear and said casually: "I'm not interested in this kind of artistic thing …"

"There's no choice, Lan insisted on going and even threatened us with karate."

Conan looked at Mauliland's room with his half-moon eyes and said helplessly: "Can I go to your place to avoid trouble tonight?"

"No, I don't want to go against Lan's karate, thank you."

"Can't you be more brotherly?"

"I love you, thank you."

"…" The other side was silent for a few seconds, then the sound of the phone being hung up was heard.

Putting down the phone, Hayakawa Akiwa turned his head to the side. On the table beside him, there was an already opened document bag. In the place where a person's name was written, the word "Shinaka" could be seen.

Sunlight shone into the room and made people feel warm. The light brown Hai Dongqing couldn't help but flap its wings and stretch.

However, with his back facing the sunlight, the person who was between a young man and a teenager had pure black eyes that were like a deep ancient well. One look and one would feel a chill in the heart.

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Conan followed Mōri and his daughter to the art gallery and witnessed a conflict. He also heard that the art gallery would be closed in ten days and become a restaurant because of the change of owner. Mauliland's face was full of regret.

The curator of the art gallery was a very kind old man. After chatting with them for a while, he left and let them go freely.

Before leaving, Conan looked at his back and tilted his head.

After the curator left, he sent his assistant away and crossed the "No Entry" banner and entered the "Hell Art Gallery". He walked to the end of the hall where the knight's armor was and was about to do something. Suddenly, a voice came from the side: "The Punishment Knight who is stained with the demon's blood ~"

The curator instantly trembled and quickly turned his head, and his eyes widened in shock.

A hooded figure wrapped in a white coat stood in front of the painting called "Divine Punishment" with his back facing the curator. He seemed to be admiring it.

Obviously, in this darkness, white should be particularly eye-catching, but if the other party didn't make a sound, the curator wouldn't have noticed at all. Plus, with this outfit, the curator seemed to have thought of something. He raised his hand that was trembling from shock and inexplicable excitement, and his voice couldn't help but tremble: "You, you are …"

The figure in front of him turned around. A pure black mask covered the lower half of his face, and the edge of the hood also hid his face in the darkness.

The white figure walked over without making any sound as if he was weightless. It was as if there was a strange power that made the curator unable to move or speak. He could only watch as the figure walked towards him, but it wasn't out of fear.

The moment the figure passed by him, the mysterious figure in white stood still. Because of the voice changer, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a man or a woman's voice.

"Knights who are dressed in glory and represent justice should live openly under the sun. Assassins who live in the darkness should do the dirty work of killing demons with their own hands."

The curator was stunned. When he turned around again, he found that the voice had disappeared. He looked around, but he couldn't find it. However, he knew that the person walking in the darkness was still there, watching him.

Clenching his hands into fists, the curator bowed deeply to the darkness for a while and quickly left.

That night, Mōri and the others who entered the "Hell Art Gallery" found the owner of this art gallery, Mr. Masanaka, lying in a pool of blood. Next to him was a blood-stained feather and a document bag that recorded the countless crimes committed by Mr. Masanaka.

Cause of death: a sharp object penetrated his throat from the back of his neck.

After calling the police, Officer Mugo, who heard the news, rushed over. When he saw the crime scene, his expression changed. He hurriedly picked up the document bag and took out the documents inside to read carefully. After a while, he looked at the body lying on the ground with a complicated expression. He waved his hand and signaled for the others to keep quiet. Then, he ordered his subordinates to take the body and leave.

"Wait a minute, Officer Mugo!"

Mōri Kogoro, who didn't know what was going on, quickly stopped Officer Mugo who was about to leave. He hurriedly asked, "Why aren't we continuing the investigation of this case?!"

Officer Mugo sighed and handed him the document that was enough to make a person use up a magazine of bullets in countries where the death penalty was not abolished. He said, "This is no longer something police officers like us can handle."

"The person who killed him is a top assassin with the title of 'The Nightmare of the Heinous' and 'The Slaughterer of Demons on Earth'."

"The Judge."

On a tall building not far away, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness watched the art gallery that was surrounded by police cars. A light brown eagle perched on his armored shoulder. The golden brown eyes of the beast seemed to have a divine nature.

He took out his phone with his armored hand and dialed a number that was not recorded in the world. His voice was cold and emotionless.

"Mission accomplished."