Conan: Ran, I really am Shinichi, you have to believe me!

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Conan: Ran, I really am Shinichi, you have to believe me!

Author: Shiren

Summary:

Le Ziwen.

Jiang Chengbei transmigrated to the Conan world and gained the ability to transform. As a result, Conan and Shinichi Kudo in this Conan world can appear at the same time and make the other take the blame.

Chapter 1: Shinichi Kudo in Sleep, Conan Edogawa Makes an Early Appearance

At the Seiba residence, through investigation and deduction, Shinichi Kudo finally solved the case and found the culprit.

"Inspector Megure, Mr. Seba, everyone please be quiet and listen to me. There's only one truth. I've found the culprit, and the case is solved... solved... solved..."

Just as Shinichi Kudo was gathering everyone together to announce the case and point out the culprit, a needle shot from the sky and pierced his neck from behind.

As soon as the needle pierced his neck, Shinichi Kudo felt a numbness in his brain, followed by dizziness, tongue-tied speech, blurred consciousness, and increasingly heavy eyelids.

To outsiders, at this moment, Shinichi Kudo, like the later-sleeping Kogoro Mouri, began to look slanted and grotesque, gesturing wildly and staggering backward, as if he wanted to dance for everyone even though he couldn't stand steadily.

Soon, Shinichi Kudo, who was retreating, crashed into the wall behind him. His back against the wall gave way, and he finally sat down on the ground, his head drooping to his chest.

The sleeping Kogoro Mouri—no, now the sleeping Shinichi Kudo—makes a dazzling appearance before everyone's eyes.

Strangely enough, the last thing people do before falling asleep after being anesthetized by the tranquilizer watch, whether it's Kogoro Mouri or Shinichi Kudo now, is to sit down and lower their heads so that no one can see their mouths, in a position that makes it easier for the tranquilizer watch's owner to provide voiceovers.

"Brother Kudo, what's wrong?"

After watching Shinichi Kudo perform a piece of performance art and then sit down on the ground, Inspector Megure's eyes widened in disbelief, and he thought to himself: "Kudo, what are you up to now?"

Although he was inwardly furious, Inspector Megure still asked his contract worker with concern, "Kudo, why did you suddenly sit down on the ground? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, I'm not feeling unwell, I'm perfectly healthy. Thank you for your concern, Inspector Megure. You don't need to worry about me, I just need some peace and quiet."

"I'm relieved that you're alright. Now, Mengmeng, get up and help us solve this case."

Although Shinichi Kudo kept his head down and didn't speak, his voice still rang out from behind him:

"I'm sorry, Inspector Megure, this case is too difficult. I, Shinichi Kudo, cannot solve it."

"Just thinking about this case gives me a headache. I need some time to calm down."

"What?! What did you just say, Kudo? You can't solve this case? You're not joking, are you?"

"I'm not joking. It's not that I, Kudo, am not working hard enough; it's just that the bandits are too cunning."

I'm completely clueless right now. I admit I failed today; I'm no match for the killer.

Everyone present was stunned to hear the sleeping Shinichi Kudo say such a thing.

Among the stunned crowd, Seiwa Sonori, sitting in a wheelchair, was overjoyed: he had defeated the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, so he must be the legendary Moriarty.

While Seiba Takatoku was secretly pleased, whispers arose around him, discussing the culprit's prowess and Kudo Shinichi's apparent lack of talent.

While everyone was discussing Shinichi Kudo, Inspector Megure was making a final struggle:

"Brother Kudo, why don't you look for more clues? Young man, don't give up easily. Maybe you'll find the murderer later."

"No need. I, Shinichi Kudo, have done my best. I admit that I am far inferior to today's murderer."

"Brother Kudo..."

"Inspector Megure, stop talking. I don't want to talk to you. I want to be alone. Just let me sit here and heal my wounds by myself."

"I'm heartbroken that I couldn't solve the case and was defeated by the culprit. Inspector Megure, please don't rub salt into my wounds. Just seeing you hurts my heart, really."

"Hey……"

Seeing Shinichi Kudo's current state, with his head practically buried in his crotch, Inspector Megure could only sigh dejectedly.

Why are young people so emotionally fragile, giving up at the first sign of difficulty?

Sigh, Kudo has had it too easy before. Now that he encounters even the slightest difficulty, he just gives up and doesn't persevere at all!

I'm really worried about young people these days!

Although he was unwilling to accept it, he wanted to scold Shinichi Kudo and make him suffer defeat after defeat, just like himself.

But seeing Shinichi Kudo sitting in the corner with his head buried in his crotch in shame, Inspector Megure couldn't bear to say anything more.

Kudo has surrendered. There's no other way. Today, the Metropolitan Police Department can only rely on its own capabilities to show everyone that they can solve cases without detectives.

The thought that if the Metropolitan Police Department could solve this case, which even Shinichi Kudo admitted he couldn't solve, on its own today, wouldn't the label of incompetence that had been attached to them be removed?

And what about the savior riding on their heads? Can he be overthrown too?

Our Metropolitan Police Department has stood up!

This somewhat childish thought gave him a sudden burst of motivation, and Inspector Megure immediately threw himself into the investigation again.

The police began investigating the case, and those who attended the Seiwa Sontoku banquet today were also discussing the case. Meanwhile, the reporters outside the villa suddenly sensed a headline story and began frantically taking pictures of the villa's interior.

"Old man Seiwa Takatsu, are you very happy now?"

Just as Sawa Takatoku was secretly pleased that even Kudo Shinichi was no match for him, he suddenly heard a low-pitched child's voice coming from beside him.

Turning my head, I saw a person wearing a blue suit jacket and a red bow tie, with messy hair, sporting the same hairstyle as Shinichi Kudo: a few wisps of hair falling across his forehead, a tuft of hair sticking up on top of his head, and a few tufts of messy hair at the back of his head.

If it weren't for the fact that this six or seven-year-old boy was wearing glasses, he would have been a miniature version of that guy who hated high school students.

Especially since they all look exactly alike, their arrogant appearance makes them the most hated and number one face among the murderers.

Before Seiwa Takatsu could figure out where this brat had come from, the little boy, who looked like a smaller version of Shinichi Kudo and looked exactly like Conan Edogawa, continued:

“Old man Seiyu Zunde, you killed him. You are the murderer in today’s case.”

Just because the washing machine can't find you, the murderer, doesn't mean I, Conan Edogawa, don't know you're the murderer.

"Seiwa Takenori, I witnessed the entire process of your crime."

"What? No! No! You're framing me! Where did this brat come from? Get out of here!"

Upon hearing the child's voice beside him, after unconsciously denying it three times in a row, Seiwa Takatoku flew into a rage. He wanted to give the brat a good scolding, but he didn't want to attract attention, so he could only speak in a low voice, his whole face contorted.

Fortunately, the person who accused him of being the murderer was just a child, and he was whispering it to himself.

Sewane Takayuki looked up and turned around. When he confirmed that he was the only one who had heard what the child had just said, he felt relieved. As long as he could deal with this kid who saw that he was the murderer, he would be safe.

“Old man Seiyu, your leg has been healed for a long time. The cast you're wearing now is just an act to clear your name. Once you go to the hospital for a checkup, your excuse of being unable to move will no longer hold water.”

"you……"

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the little boy in front of him was right about everything, which made Seiwa Takayuki feel apprehensive, but at the same time, he was powerless to refute it.

“Old man Seiba, I saw it all. You were holding a rope that was fixed in the room, and you came out of the third-floor window, pressed your body against the wall, walked along the protruding edge of the wall, and finally jumped into the opposite balcony.”

After jumping onto the balcony, you went back inside and shot and killed the bank manager, Tetsuya Yamazaki.

After the murder, use the small wooden stick attached to the other end of the rope to secure it to the balcony railing.

Using the taut rope, you jump from the balcony back to the opposite wall, and with the help of the rope, you walk back along the wall to the distant window.

Finally, loosen the rope slightly, and the small wooden stick stuck on the railing of the opposite balcony will automatically release, allowing you to easily retrieve the rope.

This is how you committed the crime; I saw it all.

After hearing the little boy's description of the whole case, Seiwa Takutoku was stunned.

Even now, he can't imagine that his brilliant crime, which fooled the most famous high school detective, was defeated by an elementary school student.

He was extremely upset. Being caught because a child saw him was even more devastating than being deduced by a detective.

"Old man Seiba, although you adults may be prejudiced and may not believe the words of a child like me."

But as long as I explain the crime and have the police look at the wall outside the window, they will definitely find traces of someone walking there, and they will find that what I said is true.

Moreover, if you ask a doctor, they will find out that you are faking your leg limp. And if you are perfectly fine, why would you pretend that your leg is not healed? This is hard to explain, and it becomes evidence that you are the murderer.

More importantly, if I say a few more words, the police will definitely be able to find the murder weapon you didn't have time to deal with and the clothes you wore when you committed the crime, guided by me.

The more he listened, the more frightened he became, feeling like he was about to be controlled by this six or seven-year-old elementary school student.

"Old man Seiba, criminal investigation methods are developing very quickly these days."

Let me tell you, revolvers produce a lot of gunpowder smoke when fired. If the police can test the gunpowder reaction on your gloves or clothes, they can have evidence of your murder.

"It's just that today's police and detectives aren't very professional. They didn't think to use a gunpowder reaction test, which is popular abroad, and only thought of using the clumsy method of deduction to solve the case. That's why this simple case has dragged on until now. Should I remind them now?"

Threatened by a primary school student, Seiwa Takatsuki gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything, I just want to earn some pocket money."

So, old man Seiba, how much money are you planning to offer in order to keep this matter a secret between you, me, and heaven?

"I have no obligation to keep your secret if the amount is small."

"You...can do it!"

At first, Seiwa Zonten was terrified, thinking that what he had done had been exposed and that he would be arrested and imprisoned for several years. But when he heard that the bespectacled elementary school student was extorting money from him, he immediately felt relieved.

"You...you wretched brat, who are your parents? Let your parents come and tell me."

He, Seiba Sontoku, may not have much else, but he has a lot of money. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems. However, he doesn't talk about money with kids; he wants to talk to the person in charge.

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you."

I, Conan Edogawa, am an unregistered person, born without parents, so all you need to do is give me the money.

Only I know about this. Once I receive the money, I will keep it a secret and guarantee that no one else will find out.

"Really? You really don't have parents, and you're an unregistered resident? You really don't have any other adults behind you?"

The surprise came so suddenly. After hearing this person claiming to be Conan Edogawa, Sewane Takatoku suddenly felt that the world was too good to him, full of love.

"That's right, I, Conan Edogawa, am all alone. I have no parents, no relatives, and not even a single friend."

If I'm lying, if I, Conan Edogawa, have parents or relatives, I'll make sure they all die, leaving no one alive. Is that alright?

"Huh? Hehe, haha... No need to make a solemn oath, no need to say such harsh words, Uncle believes you, haha..."

Unable to suppress his excitement, but with family at home and those still persistently investigating in the distance, even with his futile efforts, he had to restrain his joy and be cautious. So, he lowered his voice and said:

"Don't worry, Conan. I'm rich, very rich. As long as you keep it a secret, I can definitely make sure you live the life of a young master."

But have you told anyone else about what you just said? Does anyone else know about it?