Ke Xue exorcists demons and starts with immobilization

Turning around, he said, "Conan, you stay here and watch TV. I'm leaving now."

I then went downstairs and strolled around the nearby streets.

As a result, Conan followed behind again, acting as his little tail.

Conan still hasn't learned the lesson that curiosity killed the cat.

[Deduct 1000 Spirit Essence, Conan Demon King-level Dungeon activated]

Current Spiritual Energy: 30300

[Instance scenario under construction...]

"Your actions violate the spirit of detective work!"

"Detectives should demonstrate their intelligence through reasoning, not violence!"

Inside the cordoned-off area of ​​the crime scene, 'Conan' was bound hand and foot and unable to move, loudly rebuking Chu Zhong for his kidnapping.

On the left are more than a dozen kinds of Conan-themed gadgets found on Conan, ranging from listening devices to murderous soccer balls, with a wide variety of styles.

We found even more items than last time!

There were even self-defense weapons that Chu Zhong had never seen before, and they looked very dangerous.

If it weren't for the effective immobilization technique, and Conan's lack of fighting skills, it would have been difficult to tie him up.

"Someone as obsessed with violence as you has no right to be called a detective!" Conan said with a look of disdain.

Chu Zhong was tired of hearing these meaningless words. "If you don't want to suffer like last time, then behave yourself."

"Last time? What last time?!" Conan frowned.

So not every demon king-level boss has memory abilities?

Maybe I went too far last time and formatted it?

"Woooooooo..."

Chu Zhong stuffed Conan's mouth with a strip of cloth.

Since there's no memory of it, there's even less to discuss.

Last time when they took action, Chu Zhong tried talking to 'Conan'.

The result was the same as 'Ran Mouri' in the dungeon, who only thought about fighting.

This version of Conan is so focused on solving cases that he can't understand human speech at all.

The plan to extract information from the dungeon boss thus failed.

"I was originally planning to give you a quick death this time..."

"I didn't expect there to be new props. Let me play with them."

As Chu Zhong spoke, he picked up a prop shaped like a ballpoint pen and pointed it at Conan.

Amidst the latter's wide-eyed, frantic shaking of the head, the back of the pen was twisted.

With a "whoosh," the pen lead shot out and pierced Conan's skin, crackling with electricity. Conan twitched violently several times.

-2000!

Damage numbers floated up above Conan's head.

"Danger, this is extremely dangerous!"

Chu Zhong sighed and picked up another prop...

Ten minutes later, the instance was forcibly shut down again.

Having obtained the Tears of Death, Chu Zhong stretched and hurried home for a nap to recharge.

Beside the alley, Conan watched Chu Zhong's departing figure, a wave of palpitations washing over him, leaving him too shocked to move an inch.

7:30 PM, third floor of the Mori house.

Ran Mouri is preparing dinner in the kitchen, and the aroma of the food can be faintly smelled.

Chu Zhong arrived uninvited and glanced at Conan, who was watching TV in the living room.

Their eyes met briefly.

Conan suddenly lost control and convulsed a few times as if having a seizure.

"Conan, what's wrong with you? What medicine should you take?"

Chu Zhong looked concerned.

Conan's face darkened, as if he had sensed something sinister, but since he was inexplicably twitching, he couldn't say anything and could only shake his head.

"It's good that you're not sick."

Chu Zhong smiled, turned around and walked towards the balcony.

Two minutes later, Chu Zhong left the balcony, sneaked past the kitchen door, and finally entered the bathroom, his pockets visibly bulging.

This detail was naturally noticed by the observant Conan.

Conan, whose curiosity is always on full display, quickly tiptoed to the bathroom door.

The bathroom door is made of two floor-to-ceiling frosted glass panels, completely obscuring the view inside.

Conan cautiously pushed the door open a crack.

Chu Zhong, with his back to the door, took things out of his pocket; some were white, some were pink…

Conan immediately looked surprised, then clenched his little fists, gritted his teeth, and finally put on a smile.

To catch a thief, you need to recover the stolen goods! We need to get Xiaolan here immediately!

Half a minute later,

"Sister Lan!"

Conan rushed into the kitchen to complain: "That guy named Chu Zhong is doing something naughty in the bathroom!"

Ran Mouri fell silent, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

After a long pause, he finally spoke softly, "Conan, are you serious about that?"

"It's true! I saw him go to the balcony and sneak your underwear into the bathroom, Sister Lan!"

Conan said anxiously, "If we don't go now, he might run away!"

While talking,

Chu Zhong arrived at the kitchen door, looking surprised:

"Conan, can you explain where that thing you're wearing on your head came from?"

Conan looked puzzled and confused.

It wasn't until I reached out and touched my hair that I felt the delicate texture of the fabric.

Pull it down, and a touch of pink covers your eyes.

"And Conan, what are you wearing under your clothes?"

Chu Zhong was "surprised" once again.

Conan, looking down, then noticed the white bra that had appeared in his arms, hanging askew like a handbag...

For a moment, the kitchen fell silent, and Conan froze.

Until a burnt smell came from the wok...

In Chapter 20, Conan, who was playing with the old lady's underwear, is definitely innocent.

"I... I can explain..."

Conan snapped out of his daze and shouted his innocence: "It must be Chu Zhong who framed me!"

However, the sight of him with 'stolen goods' on his head made it hard to believe.

Click——

Ran Mouri turned off the gas stove, ignored Conan, and waved to Chu Zhong.

The two went to the balcony to talk.

"Chu Zhong, what's going on with Conan?"

Unlike the silence in the kitchen, Ran Mouri seemed somewhat at a loss at this moment.

The calm and indifference I showed just now was simply because I was so startled by the sudden situation that I didn't know how to react.

"Maybe... they're playing some new game?"

Chu Zhong hesitated for a moment before speaking up to try and clear Conan's name: "Conan is just a kid, how could he possibly have any bad intentions?"

These words were spoken by Ran Mouri herself in the afternoon.

After witnessing Conan groping the underwear, it's easy to imagine that even the kindest and most innocent Ran would find it hard to forgive him.

After all, the real-life Ran Mouri is not the martial arts fanatic in the game.

"I've heard that kids these days are maturing much earlier..."

Sure enough, after hearing about 'whitewashing', Ran Mouri started to think in a more 'malicious' direction, 'especially for children whose parents are not around.'

As they were talking, Ran Mouri's pupils suddenly contracted, and she raised her hand to point towards the living room.

Chu Zhong turned his head and saw Conan doing whatever he wanted to the pink fabric.

He held it in his hands for a moment, examining it closely.

It was put on and taken off repeatedly,

Then it was lifted high again, allowing it to fall freely onto one's head.

Finally, holding pink in his left hand and white in his right, he sat on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed, lost in thought.

Chu Zhong immediately realized that Conan was thinking about his 'method of committing the crime'.

As for Ran Mouri's perspective...

"Conan! Pack your things after dinner and move to the storage room on the second floor!"

Ran Mouri's attitude was very firm.

"But I..."

Conan was about to explain something when he met Ran Mouri's judgmental gaze.

It was as if the crime had already been committed, and if they tried to argue any further, they would be thrown out of the Mori family.

In the end, Conan could only nod and swallow his anger.

"Oh no! My underwear is gone?!"

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse female voice shouted into the living room, tinged with a hint of smugness: "Young people these days are getting worse and worse, they like other people's bodies..."

The voice was so distinctive that Conan immediately recognized its owner: the plump aunt next door with heavy makeup and pungent perfume!

This afternoon, on Conan's way back to the agency, the plump auntie even kindly wanted to kiss this adorable child.

"Conan, you..."

Ran Mouri naturally recognized the owner of the voice, her gaze becoming increasingly complicated, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"So it was because her mother wasn't home and she was looking for a substitute..." Chu Zhong expressed his understanding.

Just kidding, how could he possibly offer Ran's underwear to Conan?

Of course, the best way is to find the most recognizable victim in the vicinity and disgust Conan.

Now that Conan realized the underwear he had been "carefully examining" earlier actually belonged to the plump woman, he froze, and then...

"...Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

Conan dropped the stolen goods and ran into the bathroom with a scream.