I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Chapter 10: A girl who resembles Masami Hirota?

The vehicle slowly drove out of Dr. Agasa's research institute and headed towards the Kudo residence.

Sitting in the car, Conan looked back somewhat uneasily at Professor Agasa's research lab, which was still lit up behind them.

Then, he crossed his arms, threw himself onto the back seat cushion, and said somewhat sullenly,
"Doctor, how could you trust him so easily?"

"His story is clearly a lie. Is it really okay to leave him alone in the research institute?"

Although there really wasn't much to steal from the doctor's lab...

"Huh? Shinichi, how could I leave him alone in the research institute?"

Dr. Agasa's expression was serious.

Just when Conan thought Professor Agasa had some profound insights to share...

But then I saw him say with a smile,

“It’s so late, I told him to stay in the guest room at home for the night. It’s too uncomfortable for him to stay in the research institute.”

Conan:?
Huh? I want to stay in your guest room for one night? I've known you for so long, and I don't even know your address!
The Grim Reaper Elementary School student narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a look of disapproval.

"Professor Agasa, where do you live? Isn't it very unsafe to live there?"

Hearing this, Professor Agasa glanced at Conan in the rearview mirror with some surprise before replying.

"Huh? Don't I live in the research institute?"

"Do you have to ask this when you already know the answer?"

Ah, it seems so... I was so confused by that god that I forgot about such a thing.

Conan was rendered speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, he doesn't seem to have ever sent Professor Agasa a New Year's card before, otherwise he wouldn't have forgotten about it even if he was so angry that he was confused.

Behind them, Dr. Agasa's research institute completely disappeared from view.

He leaned back in his seat, feeling a bit sleepy, and lay down on one side, curling up like a cat, yawning.

Looking up at the colorful neon signs above the buildings.

After a long while, Conan asked, somewhat wearily,
"Professor Agasa, do you really believe what that person said?"

"Does that criminal organization really have a codenamed member named Sherry who can develop an antidote?"

He didn't believe Chen En's words.

I don't believe it at all.

He didn't understand any of it—nothing about time travelers or supreme little bats.

He just felt that... that guy must have some information channels that he didn't know about, but he just couldn't get them out of him.

"I believe it, why wouldn't I?"

Dr. Agasa answered easily.

He said optimistically,

"What's that saying again? Because I'm Batman!"

"Well, he doesn't seem like a bad person anyway."

Isn't he a bad person?

Conan, holding onto the handrail, sat up straight, staring somewhat disapprovingly at the back of Professor Agasa's head.

Honestly, Professor Agasa always trusts others so easily.

Can one gain people's trust simply by saying things that cannot be verified and then acting as a charlatan?

He was about to say something when he saw that the Kudo residence had already come into view.

Professor Agasa, who also saw the Kudo residence, asked,

"Shinichi, are you really going to go back to your room alone tonight?"

The vehicle has begun to slow down.

Conan, already prepared to get out of the car in the back seat, said...

"I need to be alone to sort out my thoughts..."

The car had barely come to a stop when the "Death God Elementary School Student" eagerly pushed open the door and got out.

He waved goodbye to Professor Agasa, then suddenly realized that he seemed to be becoming more and more like a real elementary school student. He quickly withdrew his hand, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there were no familiar faces.

It would be too embarrassing if someone I know saw it.

Even though his acquaintances may not recognize him now.

Conan yawned as he entered the Kudo residence.

He tiptoed to open the door, closed it, and went straight into the bedroom.

Anyway, I'll get some sleep first.

I'll call Professor Agasa tomorrow morning to check on things. If nothing's wrong, I'll head straight back to the Mouri Detective Agency. "Hmm... Has Ran come to clean?"

Conan glanced around the bedroom and easily confirmed this from the amount of dust.

Well, that's perfect, he can just lie down and sleep now.

Outside the window, I could hear the sound of a car parking and see lights.

The elementary school student who was just about to lie down frowned.

He went to the window, gently pinched the edge of the curtain, and looked out through the gap.

There is a car outside the Kudo residence.

He hadn't seen the license plates of these cars, but they were heading straight for the Kudo residence.

Who could it be?

Conan frowned slightly.

Then, a group of people dressed in black got out of the cars.

The woman who got out of the car in the very middle, which was clearly being protected, was wearing a white coat.

He was too far away to see clearly, but he could make out that the woman's hair was brown.

“…Who?”

Death whispers to the elementary school student.

There were too many of them; he couldn't handle them alone.

It seems that for now, I can only hide and see how things develop...

—No, that woman's face seems somewhat familiar?

Conan's fingers unconsciously pressed against the frame of his non-prescription glasses.

Although he is not nearsighted, this behavior will not improve his vision.

"Damn it, I'll get the doctor to add magnification and analysis functions to my glasses tomorrow!"

He said through gritted teeth.

Just then, the woman in the white coat with tea-colored hair seemed to sense something.

She looked up at the dark windows of the Kudo residence.

I didn't see anything.

However, Conan was able to see the woman's face clearly because of this.

Although it was somewhat vague, he was certain that he had seen it somewhere before.

—Could it be that woman?

Conan recalled the case he encountered shortly after he shrunk.

A country girl came to the Mori Detective Agency, hoping that Uncle Mori could help her find her relatives living in Tokyo. However, the relatives she found were hanged, and she was later nearly shot at the dock.

The girl's name is...

Hirota Masami.

"They look somewhat alike, but are they not the same person?"

"Sisterhood...?"

he whispered.

A woman in a white coat, somewhat resembling Masami Hirota, visited his home late at night.

What's the purpose?
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The Kudo residence was quickly opened by men in black.

The woman with brown hair, dressed in a white coat, walked into the room as if it were a routine matter.

She casually opened a few drawers at the bottom of the wardrobe, then suddenly stopped, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Somewhat strange.

These drawers seem to contain Shinichi Kudo's clothes arranged in order of age, but his elementary school clothes are missing. Could it be... that someone took them?
“Sherry, there are no traces of Shinichi Kudo living here, so it can be confirmed that Shinichi Kudo is dead.”

Other members of the black-clad organization in charge of the investigation approached.

Shiho Miyano calmly and gently pulled the drawer back, pretending to be nonchalant as she said...
"In that case, let's go back."

Little did she know, at that very moment, the shrunken Shinichi Kudo was hiding somewhere, watching her back.

Conan said in a low voice,

“…Sherry?”

(End of this chapter)