Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"Conan? Conan!"

The familiar call made Kudo Shinichi frown. He subconsciously denied the title, and then remembered that he had become smaller, so he changed his self-perception from Shinichi back to Conan.

"Is it Xiaolan?..."

Without opening his eyes, Conan groaned out the name of the girl who called him, and then he remembered what had happened before as he felt pain all over his body.

After Tiejian's Wind God Sword hit the Moon God Sword that had lost its scabbard, a strong white light flashed in the sky above the Feng family's mansion, and the three brothers who remained on the roof were dizzy from the violent shock.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in his sight was Xiaolan's worried expression. Conan looked around and found himself in a room in the Mouri Detective Agency.

[Is this teleported to my home in Tokyo? This is too much of a coincidence. 】

"You fainted on the street in Ginza and were seen by Officer Takagi. He called home but my father was out at work, so he called my cell phone again."

Xiaolan was still wearing the Teitan school uniform. The sun was high outside and it was obvious that it was noon.

"How did you get there?"

Xiaolan was just about to get angry, but the next second she saw Conan's hand directly on her face. The boy looked grinning.

"Sorry for worrying you again."

"Huh? You..."

Xiaolan stared blankly at the elementary school student without glasses. After a pause, she coughed and said, "I...I'll go prepare lunch for you."

"Hi~"

The girl slowly left the room and found that Conan was still looking at her lovingly until she reached the door. She closed the door and looked at the closed door panel. Her gaze shifted to the washed adult swordsman clothes hanging on the balcony, as well as the small props and smart phone on the coffee table.

"Conan..."

Xiaolan muttered to herself, took out her cell phone again, and hesitated for a long time before making up her mind.

……

"Wow! The hard-working model was killed by the witch of change. Why would I have such a dream?"

Kudo Yuji jumped up from the bed and found himself sleeping in a hotel. It was obviously midnight outside the window, so he couldn't help but be alert.

Looking down, he found that he was only wearing shorts and the hotel robe. Yuji walked to the window, pulled open the curtains and looked outside, and made a conclusion based on the architectural style.

"I am in... a foreign country, or in Europe or America?"

Fortunately, the city scenery outside the curtains quickly gave him the answer. The American police cars and the clear sounds of zero-dollar shopping coming from a few blocks away all showed what a free country this was.

Yuji, who fainted before Tieken launched the Windmill Slash, naturally had no idea that Kuroba Kaito was still hit, but from his current position it was easy to judge what happened after he fainted.

"Now the question is, where was I teleported to and why are all my clothes gone?"

Yuji pinched his chin and walked to the sofa and sat down. When he thought that this was America, he raised his hips and anus in panic, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him.

When Yuuji thought about how he almost got into trouble, he punched his leg in anger and made up his mind to give Kaito a good beating after returning to Japan. When he relaxed, he realized that he still had some aftereffects of using the Thunder God Sword.

"Where's my phone?"

"Here it is."

Chris, wearing a black lace jacket, pushed open the door of the hotel room holding Yuji's clothes. She rolled her eyes and turned on the light speechlessly.

"Ms. Chris!" Kudo Yuji stood up from the sofa with a playful smile: "You scared me. I thought it was some old American lady who wanted to try Japanese food, so she dragged me to the hotel and stripped me." "It was almost there. If you hadn't been found by an Asian policeman in the park during the day, it would have been hard to say." Vermouth looked Kudo Yuji up and down with interest: "There are quite a few black homeless people in that park."

"My butt hurts from what you said." Yuji hurriedly walked to Vermouth, pushed her to sit on the sofa with a shameless face, then stood behind Chris and pinched her shoulders in a servile manner.

"Look at you, you're so stiff. You must have been working as a slave in the organization for too long. Let your son give you a good massage."

Yuji felt Chris slowly relax, and was a little curious: "Didn't you just return to Tokyo from Hakodate two days ago? How come you are in the United States?"

"The policeman used your phone to call several emergency contacts and finally called me. I asked the people here to take you to the hotel first, and then fly here." Vermouth snorted.

"That being said, besides Yuzuki and Kaori, you are the third emergency contact."

Yuji asked in confusion, "But we bought them an international calling package at home, so why can't they get through?"

"Then I don't know. Your phone is still in the police station here."

Vermouth interrupted Yuji's massage, stood up and said, "It's still midnight, you sleep a little longer, I'll take you to get your phone back in the morning."

"Oh."

Yuji obediently climbed back into bed in front of Vermouth, then watched Chris walk to the door and prepare to turn off the lights for him.

"By the way, Miss Chris, I have used up all the hair removal medicine and skin care products you gave me last time. Can you give me some more later?"

"Got it, I'll give it to you tomorrow." Vermouth turned off the light: "Go to sleep."

She closed the door of her room and stood in the corridor for a while. After checking that there were no eavesdropping devices on her, she went to the door of the next room.

"grown ups."

A man in black with sunglasses respectfully opened the door, put Vermouth into the room, and then bowed his head and said, "We still haven't cracked this boy's phone."

"What a waste."

Vermouth glanced gloomily at the people in the room, her eyes falling on the various props lined up on the coffee table.

……

"Trouble, trouble!"

In the Kyoto Hotel, Aoko looked at Hongzi anxiously. After the strong light burst out from the Mine family, the witch lay down beside the window in shock, shouting "How is this possible?"

"What's the trouble, Hongzi? Tell me."

Koizumi Hongzi held the crystal ball, glanced at Aoko, and then looked at Hakuba: "Just now I felt a very powerful space-time magic."

"Haha, the little witch is right. I didn't expect that there are such treasures in this era. Hurry up and grab it and offer it to me. It's not like I can't reluctantly lift the curse on this little guy."

The black figure in the crystal ball wanted to say something, but the next second Hongzi covered it with a cloth and manually muted his microphone.

"Luckily, Kuroba didn't throw away my sticker, so we can track it."

Hongzi sat down and closed her eyes, feeling the feedback from the magic power: "But it's too difficult. I must get the Moon God Sword."

She nodded to Qingzi: "With the sword, we can catch up in about three or four days."

(End of this chapter)