Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 167 Conan: Actually, I'm Gin

"Damn it!" Ai rejected him without hesitation. "What I mean is... do you really like that girl?"

"What, are you angry?" Fukushiro glanced at Ai Haibara.

"No." Ai crossed her arms and stopped looking at Shen Er.

"Like a shark in the deep sea, would it feel unconsciously afraid when it sees dolphins leaping in the sunlight on the surface of the ocean?" Fuheshen suddenly blurted out this question.

Ai's eyes widened, and she stepped back to the other side of the sofa.

So, it can read minds?

Why does the other person know everything she's thinking? This also means that the other person knows about her jealous feelings.

“No need to worry,” Fuheshen said calmly. “I told you…”

He's a selfish person; he likes both dolphins and sharks, so... he wants them both.

I don't know why, perhaps it was because of Shen'er's indifferent tone, or perhaps it was because I remembered what Shen'er had said to me before, or perhaps it was because I remembered when Shen'er saved me...

Ai's mood wasn't so bad anymore; she let out a soft hum...

............

Hokkaido is a famous hot spring resort in Japan.

Xiaolan's chosen destination is here.

A rare gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees... and because it was a hot spring, the surroundings were somewhat misty.

The babbling water slid over the stones and fell into a bamboo tube placed to the side. Once the tube was full, it was immediately tilted from top to bottom, landing on the stone below with a crisp sound.

Wearing a black kimono, Fushiguro Jinji settled comfortably on the tatami mat, holding a cup of tea, calmly appreciating the scene before him.

He prefers to sit quietly somewhere, gazing at the scenery and lost in thought...

“Fukuro…the scenery here is really nice.” A man sitting in the Mori hut said, “If only there were fine wine and geishas.”

As he said this, a smile appeared on Maori's lips as if he were recalling the scene in his mind.

Conan glanced at Kogoro Mouri.

Honestly, what's on his mind that he can't possibly know?

He secretly glanced at Fushiguro Jinji, who was looking completely calm... and his mind once again recalled what Hattori Heiji had told him.

Hattori: "You said... that organization is all black, has an intimidating aura, and looks very powerful?"

Conan: "Yeah."

At this point, Hattori Heiji went from confusion to shock, and then his pupils dilated in shock.

He said something that left Conan speechless.

"Isn't that Fuheshchen? His colleague described him exactly the same way you did!"

"How could that be? My colleague saved me before. Besides, if it really were the Black Organization, I would have already identified myself. Do you think I would still be standing here talking to you?" Conan retorted.

"That makes some sense..." Hattori Heiji hesitated after hearing Conan's words...

As a detective, suspicion is a fundamental skill for him... although Hattori also really wants to join that detective organization.

But after hearing Conan's description, he felt something was amiss... so he decided to let Conan test the waters first.

Before joining, you must understand the situation clearly, right?

If I joined the real Black Organization, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?

"If you ask me, you should find a chance to ask Fukuro again. If there are no problems, I'll choose to join that detective organization."

"Heh... I think you just want to join that detective organization. Let me sound you out, okay?" Conan chuckled dryly and chased Hattori away with some inappropriate excuse.

Conan snapped out of his reverie.

There have been too many cases these days, and he hasn't had time to think about them carefully.

Thinking back... Shen Er seemed to have told him that he was a member of that organization, but he didn't believe it.

What if... Heiji Hattori is telling the truth?

Or... should we try testing the waters again now?

Conan tiptoed to Shinobu's side, "Shinobu giegie..."

Fuheishen's pupils contracted, and he tightened his grip on the teacup slightly. With a crack, the teacup shattered.

Conan twitched his lips and once again assumed a 100-meter sprint stance, ready to escape.

Why is Shengege so bad-tempered?

All I did was interrupt the other person from drinking tea.

“Speak to me in a normal tone from now on.” Fuheshen took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart. “You should know that this is advice.”

Phew, almost... almost my body reacted instinctively and I took action.

"Okay, sir...brother." Conan pursed his lips, his expression turning serious as he lowered his voice, "Do you know Cointreau? I want to hear the truth."

This is the final test from the famous detective, who will use all his talent and unparalleled wisdom to analyze Shen Gege's words.

“I am Jundu.” Fuheshchen’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Heh... Okay, I got it." Conan gave a weak smirk. "Actually, I'm Gin."

After he finished speaking, he turned around somewhat dejectedly and squatted down in a corner.

He knew that Shen'er was just making fun of him again.

And they even call him Jundu?!

Does he know Cointreau and yet he claims to be Cointreau?

That's shameless. Conan dares to say that when it comes to understanding Cointreau, he's number one, and nobody dares to claim to be number two.

The other person's background and subsequent developments were crystal clear to Conan.

He probably understands even Gin better than he does...

Could Gin have imagined that Gojo-kun's previous name was Aso?

Fushiguro Jinji silently watched Conan squatting in place...

To be honest, he doesn't believe it; he just likes to hear lies.

Is Conan really determined to join the organization?

Jinji Fushiguro began to consider whether or not to award the scholarship to Conan...

He wanted to take a sip of tea, but found that... the teacup was broken.

Step...step...step...

The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the ground was soft and pleasant.

Fuhesen turned his head and glanced at it.

Ran and Ai, having changed into their kimonos, are walking this way.

Ai Haibara was wearing a black kimono, slightly cinched at the waist, perfectly fitting her somewhat supple body. Her fair face combined a cool demeanor with a hint of fragility... making her seem quite destructive.

Ran was also wearing a kimono of the same color... her figure was even more curvaceous, and her legs appeared very long due to long-term training.

It's so clear and cute... but it also makes you want to destroy things.

The only difference is, where is Xiaolan's single horn?

Fuheishen tilted his head in confusion... After the horn disappeared, he almost suspected that this was Xiaolan, a cursed spirit from the mountains.

However, after smelling the familiar scent, he lowered his guard.

"Lan, where did your horns go?" Fuheshen couldn't help but ask.

In the nearby Mori hut, Conan slumped to one side and made a "Huh?" sound.

Ai Haibara also stared at Shen Er with a somewhat strange expression...

"That's not a horn, Brother Shen..." Xiao Lan was stunned for a moment, then looked on with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "That's hair! If you don't style it, it'll just disappear..."