Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Although the armor provided him with some height after transformation, he was still too short compared to Slender Man.

It's like Conan carrying Kogoro Mouri.

It feels quite jarring to the senses.

After the game's effects dissipated, the vigilant special forces soldiers appeared in Luo Zhen's line of sight.

"Prepare for containment."

"That's what Luo Zhen said while still in his transformed state."

The power of time is very strong, but Luo Zhen can only use it when transforming using the Zi-O Core Medal.

"Roger that!"

Meanwhile, Kogoro Mouri and Conan, who were taken away, will also have their memories erased.

"Memory erasure."

Kogoro Mouri accepted his fate with great composure after being told what was to come.

Unfortunately, he will likely have to return to his previous life.

Thinking about this, Kogoro Mouri worried about his neck.

No, this kid might not just be aiming for the back of my neck.

I've had it on my forehead, mouth, knees, and other places.

Kogoro Mouri's gaze toward Conan gradually turned hostile.

This kid really didn't consider my feelings at all.

Conan, who was sitting to the side sulking, did not notice Kogoro Mouri's unfriendly gaze.

He was still wondering why the authorities hadn't offered him any help back then.

About half an hour later—

"So, when are you finally going to get back to normal?"

Sitting on the bed in his hotel room, Kogoro Mouri looked at Conan and asked.

At Ryouma's suggestion, Kogoro Mouri and Conan preserved their heart-to-heart talk.

Of course, it was blurred out; they only remembered that they had a heart-to-heart talk, and nothing else.

"There's nothing I can do about it."

Conan said with a long face.

It's as if he wants to become a child again, but he doesn't get anything out of it.

Of course, taking a bath with Xiaolan doesn't count.

This is a comfort to his wounded heart.

"From now on, you'll be sharing a room with me. And stay away from Xiaolan, you hear me!"

Well, it seems there really won't be any benefits from this in the future.

Chapter 208 Camille's Favorite Throwing Weapon

Hearing Kogoro Mouri's voice, Conan's youthful face showed a maturity beyond his years.

Ah, it hurts so much.

The good old days are about to leave him.

The thought of having to keep a certain distance from Ran in the future made Conan sad...

I laughed.

It's true that he really likes Ran.

But he couldn't stop Xiaolan from punching him on the head all the time; everyone knew how strong Xiaolan was.

With the force that could crack a telephone pole, Conan's head is still intact; he should really thank Ran for holding back.

So for Conan, this isn't really a bad thing.

"Dad, Conan, how long are you going to sleep in your room?"

Outside the door, Ran Mouri knocked and called out.

The two men, one big and one small, rolled their eyes simultaneously.

'Can't you let me rest a little longer?'

On this one point alone, they reached a consensus.

Although reluctant, the two dragged their tired bodies out of the room.

"Conan, why are you holed up in your room just like Dad?"

With her hands on her hips, Ran Mouri said somewhat displeased.

I understand that they were both in a bad mood yesterday because of the case.

But it's already noon, almost afternoon!

Have these two been sleeping soundly with their heads covered all this time?!

"Ah, it's because I'm very tired, Sister Xiaolan."

Conan, who was called out, felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously spoke in his usual cute voice.

This trick works quite well against Xiaolan.

She always manages to help Conan dodge Ran's iron fists, and over time Conan no longer resists being cute.

"Wow, how childish this person is."

Just as Conan was feeling smug about his acting skills, a slow, deliberate voice spoke.

When he turned around, a little boy wearing giraffe pajamas and holding a strange Superman toy was looking at him with disdain.

Conan accurately captured the disdain revealed in those small eyes.

"Tsk."

Looking at the child, who was even younger than himself, Conan clicked his tongue in slight displeasure.

Being called childish by such a young child is extremely insulting to Conan.

"I'm sorry, Shin-chan didn't mean any harm."

Misae Nohara, standing to the side, smiled apologetically.

At the same time, he gave Nohara Shinnosuke's head a vicious twist.

Shinnosuke Nohara, who had been about to say something, immediately fell silent.

Misae seems angry; what a terrible woman.

Feeling the hand still above his head, Shinnosuke Nohara silently complained.

Indeed, in this cold world, only Action Kamen can bring me warmth.

Let him take a bath with me tonight.

"It's alright, it's alright. Conan is indeed a bit childish."

Ran Mouri responded with a smile.

After all, it was just a joke between children; how could she possibly take it to heart?

Moreover, the child opposite looks even younger than Conan.

Come to think of it, Conan often acts very childishly and is quite willful.

Yesterday was the same; even though I tried to stop him, he still managed to sneak past me.

As a result, it turned out like this today.

This isn't the first or second time this has happened; in the past, whenever there was a case, he couldn't help but rush over.

Exactly like someone else!

Ran Mouri, getting angrier the more she thought about it, punched Conan on the head.

"Oh!"

Does it sound good?

What sounds good is a good start.

Covering his head, Conan remained silent.

Although I don't know why Xiaolan hit me, it's better not to say anything.

His fleeting gaze met Nohara Shinnosuke's at that moment.

The two victims stared at each other, each seeing a hint of sympathy in the other's eyes, a sense of shared misfortune.

'So, you've had it tough too.'

A proper kindergarten child and a person whose body is in elementary school but whose mental age is high school have reached a consensus.

It's unclear whether Shinnosuke Nohara is too precocious or Conan's mental age has regressed.

Or perhaps both?

Of course, this has nothing to do with Luo Zhen, who has already completed his containment mission.

"Doctor, I think I need a remote method."

Looking at the thin, ghostly figure locked up in the surveillance footage, scurrying around like a headless fly, Luo Zhen spoke seriously to Dr. Samuel.

It's not that we can't do it without remote means.

Rather, I feel that it is inconvenient in many ways.

He can't just equip a Gaim armor every time he encounters a ranged enemy, and then go up and throw a Daidoru, can he?

Eh?

It doesn’t seem impossible?

Before Dr. Samuel could reply, Luo Zhen fell into deep thought.

If we're using the Daio-maru as a ranged weapon, let's set aside its power and accuracy for now.

He had a huge advantage in terms of momentum!

Moreover, given the sharpness of the Great Orange Ball, if it hits the opponent, they will definitely suffer.

After all, it was a certain god's favorite throwing weapon.

However, this method cannot be used frequently.

Although large orange pills are readily available, throwing too many will make it troublesome to pick them up later.

There's even a possibility that they might end up supplying weapons to the enemy.

After thinking about it carefully, I think I'll pass.

"You can wait a few days for this."

After putting away the documents in his hand, Dr. Samuel said:

"Your gun will be here soon."

"gun?"

Luo Zhen was stunned for two seconds before he realized what Dr. Samuel was talking about.

Judging from the timing, the Diend gun should indeed be back in his hands soon.

Logically speaking, it should have been given to him before.

However, because of a certain short person, they were kept for a longer period of time.

"Tsk."

With a slight pout, Luo Zhen didn't dwell on the matter any longer.