Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 701 No Male Mother! (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
"and many more……"

Seeing this, Conan's pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him. He immediately rushed over, trying to stop the little boy. At the same time, he lowered his voice and said urgently, "Little boy, listen to me, I'm really not a thief. Everything I'm saying is absolutely true. Those people outside are bad people. They're plotting a very sinister conspiracy. If we don't stop them quickly, many innocent people will be hurt!"

"I don't believe your nonsense!"

However, the little boy ignored his explanation, his mind preoccupied with only one thought: to quickly grab the phone and call the police to arrest Conan, this "thief." "Just you wait... I'll call the police to arrest you right now!"

Conan was extremely anxious. He knew that he had to come up with a way to convince the little boy in front of him as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the little boy dialed the police, not only would he be in an even more difficult predicament, but all the efforts he had made to stop the Black Organization's transaction would be in vain, and the entire plan would be a complete failure.

Thinking of this, just as the little boy's hand touched the telephone receiver and was about to dial the number, Conan rushed forward like an arrow, then covered the little boy's mouth again with his other hand, while holding him tightly so that he could not move.

"Waaaah... Let me go!" The little boy struggled violently as Conan grabbed him, making incoherent whimpering sounds, his eyes filled with anger and fear. "You big bad guy!"

Conan knew that continuing this stalemate was not a good idea; he had to make the little boy believe him immediately. In a flash, an idea struck him. He quickly took out his voice-changing bowtie, adjusted it slightly, lowered his voice, and imitated the little boy's mother's tone, saying, "Alright, Masao, listen to him!"

The little boy was startled, his face filled with astonishment: "That's Mom's voice?"

How can this be?

Didn't Mom already leave? How come I suddenly hear her voice in the room?

He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, and was surprised to find that his mother's voice was coming from Conan!

The little boy stammered, his eyes filled with a complex expression of confusion and shock, "How can you make your mother's voice?"

Seeing this, Conan pressed his advantage, saying, "Have you forgotten? I am Conan, the space detective from Planet Lambo. Making any kind of sound is a piece of cake for me!"

"Bravo!"

The little boy blurted out, his exclamation filled with awe at the magical scene before him.

At this moment, a slight wavering began to appear in his previously firm judgment.

After all, in his mind, ordinary children could not possibly possess such a magical ability to imitate other people's voices so accurately.

Thinking of this, the little boy looked at Conan with a mixture of doubt and anticipation in his eyes, "Are you really a space detective?"

"of course!"

Conan grinned, revealing a confident smile, but secretly he was overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, this little voice-changing machine really came in handy at a crucial moment. Dr. Agasa's inventions are truly amazing!

Of course, this was also thanks to his perfect pitch; otherwise, even with Dr. Agasa's bowtie-shaped voice changer, he probably wouldn't have been able to instantly and accurately impersonate the little boy's mother's voice in such an emergency.

"Little friend, I assure you, I am not a bad person at all, but a cosmic detective with a great mission of justice!"

As Conan spoke earnestly, he picked up the bow-tie voice changer in his hand and gently waved it in front of the little boy, demonstrating the unique charm of this magical gadget. "Take a closer look. Don't be fooled by its seemingly ordinary bow-tie appearance. In reality, it's an extraordinary device containing high technology, capable of mimicking all sorts of sounds in the world. This is one of my indispensable secret weapons as a space detective in my fight against evil forces."

To further prove his point, Conan used a bow-tie-shaped voice changer to mimic the boy's clear, childlike voice, saying vividly, "See? Isn't it amazing?"

"It can actually... make all sorts of sounds?"

The little boy witnessed Conan using a bow-tie-shaped voice changer to produce a voice exactly like his own, and the lingering doubt in his eyes wavered even more. However, Conan's age still left him with a faint sense of unease.

Conan keenly sensed the lingering doubt in the little boy's heart and knew he had to strike while the iron was hot to completely dispel his concerns. So, he quickly continued, "Take a closer look at this." As he spoke, he carefully pulled a wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer gun from his pocket, his expression as if displaying an incredibly precious treasure. "This amazing thing is incredible. With just a light press, it can instantly put someone into a deep sleep. It's with these ingenious tools that I've outwitted and outmaneuvered those evil villains, thwarting their wicked plans time and time again. Believe me, I'm truly here to stop bad guys from doing evil and to uphold justice."

The little boy blinked his clear, bright eyes. After a fierce internal struggle, he finally slowly put down the phone he was tightly gripping. He looked up, staring directly at Conan, and asked with great curiosity, "Is everything you said true? But since you have such powerful tools, why don't you just rush out and use them to deal with those bad guys outside?"

Since this so-called cosmic detective is so powerful and has so many amazing gadgets, he should be charging straight at the bad guys. So why is he in his own room and causing such a big misunderstanding?

Could it be that I will unknowingly become an accomplice of bad guys in the future, so this space detective in front of me plans to eliminate the hidden danger in advance?

Or perhaps, he possesses some undiscovered special potential that would make him a valuable assistant to the cosmic detective, which is why the other party came here specifically to invite him to join his detective team.
Or perhaps, I actually possess the potential to become a cosmic detective, and the other party has come here to invite me to join his detective team?
Conan sighed softly and patiently explained, "Little friend, there are many bad guys outside, and they are all incredibly cunning. I'm outnumbered and outmatched; if I rush out rashly, I'll be no match for them. I need to come up with a comprehensive plan to ensure success. Besides, if I expose myself now, those cunning bad guys will definitely flee like frightened birds. Once they escape, they will surely continue to cause trouble and harm more innocent people. Therefore, I must act cautiously and wait for the best opportunity."

The little boy listened intently to Conan's explanation, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes. Then he asked eagerly, "Is there... is there anything I can help with?"

You should know that he has always harbored a burning heart to fight against evil and protect justice, but unfortunately, he never had the chance to deal with the bad guys.

Now, having the opportunity to fight alongside this seemingly miraculous cosmic detective who had seemingly fallen from the sky, his excitement and exhilaration were like an uncontrollable volcano about to erupt. Conan smiled, put away the bow-tie-shaped voice changer in his hand, and switched back to his original intelligent and firm voice, saying, "Of course! First of all, I'd like to borrow the phone in the room."

The little boy was slightly taken aback at first, then quickly realized what was happening. He hurriedly held out both hands and respectfully handed the phone to Conan. Then, he eagerly asked, "Is there anything else? Is there anything else I can help you with?"

In the little boy's eyes, simply helping to hand over a phone was far from enough to satisfy his burning sense of justice, which was like a raging fire. He longed to contribute more to the battle between good and evil.

Well, it would be best if I could team up with Conan, the righteous space detective, to bring those bad guys to justice.

"And..." Conan gently touched his chin, a mysterious smile on his face, then blinked slightly, "By the way, do you have any chewing gum on you?"

"Yes, I do..." The little boy nodded vigorously, then quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of chewing gum, handed it to Conan, and asked with a puzzled look, "But what do you need chewing gum for?"

Besides eating it, does chewing gum have any other uses?

How come he doesn't know!
Conan smiled and took the chewing gum from his hand, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. He said, "Well... I'm going to prepare a super surprise for those wicked villains! A super big surprise that they'll never forget!"

At this moment, Conan already had a brilliant preliminary plan in mind. He intended to cleverly use chewing gum and the magical gadgets in his hands to catch the masked man and the black-clad organization off guard and make them pay the heavy price for their evil deeds!

"Surprise? What surprise?" The little boy stared wide-eyed at Conan with curiosity, his eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity, eager to know what earth-shattering commotion Conan was going to cause with the chewing gum.

Conan smiled mysteriously, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, and said, "Since it's a surprise, we naturally have to keep it a secret. Anyway, just wait and see! This show will definitely give those bad guys a real shock!"

"Uh-huh……"

Hearing this, the little boy was filled with even more anticipation. He stayed close to Conan, his eyes revealing determination and trust, ready to embark on an exciting adventure with Conan.

Conan first used the phone in his room to call the front desk, then, holding a piece of chewing gum, began searching the room for suitable tools to refine his plan.

His gaze fell on a pencil and a small pair of scissors on the table, and a flash of inspiration struck him, giving him an idea.

He carefully picked up the pencil, meticulously shaving off some lead powder with small scissors, and sprinkled it evenly onto the chewing gum. Next, he took out a delicate little bottle from his pocket, containing some special chemical reagent he had obtained from Professor Agasa. He carefully dripped a few drops of the reagent onto the chewing gum, and instantly, the gum began to undergo a wondrous change, its color gradually darkening as if swallowed by darkness, and its texture becoming increasingly sticky.

The little boy watched Conan's every move with curiosity, his eyes full of surprise. He couldn't help but ask softly, his voice tinged with caution, as if afraid of disturbing Conan's actions, "Conan, what are you doing?"

While Conan was focused on his work, he answered methodically, "I'm making a small trap. In a little while, I'll put this chewing gum on the lock of their room. The gum will then prevent the door from locking automatically, giving me a chance to sneak in."

The little boy suddenly understood, his eyes shining with admiration. He was utterly impressed by Conan's intelligence. "Wow, Conan, you're so smart! No wonder you're called the Space Detective!"

Conan laughed and replied, "Haha...it's alright!"

Just as Conan was about to complete his "trap," a light but clear sound of footsteps reached their ears.

Conan and the little boy exchanged a glance, both seeing tension and wariness in each other's eyes.

They immediately stopped what they were doing, then carefully walked to the door and peered out through the peephole.

The masked man and the tall man were walking steadily toward them, talking in hushed tones with serious expressions, as if they were discussing something of utmost importance.

Conan's heart tightened suddenly, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart again. He lowered his voice, almost whispering to the little boy, "They're coming. Let's hide and wait until they've passed before we make our move."

The little boy nodded obediently and followed Conan closely like a little tail, hiding in the most secluded corner of the room.

The two held their breath, not daring to make a sound, and waited quietly.

"Ta Tata..."

The footsteps grew closer, as if stepping on their heartbeats, each step tightening their nerves. Then, the footsteps gradually faded away, like the receding tide, but they still dared not let their guard down.

After Conan checked through the peephole again to make sure no one was outside, he turned to the little boy with a serious expression and said, "I have to hurry, there's not much time left."

The little boy blinked and asked with a puzzled look, "Huh? Are you the only one, Conan?"

Shouldn't the two of them act together?

(End of this chapter)