In Conan, I have become smaller no matter what

Tokyo

In an underground laboratory

Lying on the experimental bed was a man who was tightly bound by restraints. The man looked very painful, his face was red, his lips were chapped, and he was twisting his body continuously.

A group of researchers in white coats were busy nearby.

"The body temperature has risen to 40.5"

"Draw blood and keep the sample!"

"Heart rate is over 195!"

"Record!"

Didi, didi, didi!

Outside a glass wall in the room, three people were watching all this through surveillance. A man with long silver hair and black clothes took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and lit it, then sneered at the man standing next to him. The brown-haired woman beside her said, "Look clearly, Shirley! This is the consequence of wanting to leave the organization."

Shirley, who was standing aside, clenched her fists tightly and said nothing, her body trembling slightly because of fear.

The strong man in black on the other side of the silver-haired man suddenly said, "Brother! I don't understand why you can't kill this rat with one shot?"

"Vodka! Now the organization's drug research has just reached a critical moment. Rather than killing them directly, it is better to squeeze out the last bit of value from these mice!"

Although the silver-haired man was explaining, his tone was really creepy.

The ECG monitor in the laboratory keeps sending off alarms

With a long beep, the undulating lines of the monitor turned into a straight line, and the man who was struggling on the experimental table stopped moving.

A person holding a report sheet pushed open the door and walked out. He came to the man with long silver hair and said, "Experimental Subject No. 019 is declared dead. No abnormalities have been found so far. Whether the specific drugs remain in the body requires further autopsy testing."

When Shirley heard the word anatomy, she seemed to be stimulated and hissed, "That's enough Gin! You promised to give him a decent one."

The air felt stagnant for a while.

Gin looked at Shirley coldly and snorted, "Huh! Vodka, let's go."

Turning around and walking towards the door, Vodka responded and quickly followed.

As the two people left the laboratory and fell into silence, all the researchers looked ugly. The organization's actions were not a warning to them not to play tricks.

After a moment of silence, Shirley waved her hands to send these researchers away. She came to the computer alone, opened a document, and typed on the keyboard with slightly trembling hands.

"Kurokawa Mikage━Death"

……

The afterglow of the setting sun began to shine on the earth.

On the winding mountain road, a red car twisted in an S shape on the road. The man in the driver's seat seemed to be in a trance and his lips were a little chapped.

"boom!"

There was a crash, and the driver suddenly came to his senses, but the huge impact had broken the guardrail, and the vehicle rushed off the road and rolled down the hillside.

I don’t know how long it took, but a black bag that fell on the bush began to move. After a while of twisting, a little boy of eight or nine years old came out of it.

The little boy rubbed his aching head and murmured, "What's going on? Wasn't I killed during a mission? What's going on?"

The little boy moved his aching body, but felt a strange feeling coming over him. He fumbled around a few times and stared at his white palms in a daze for a while.

Why have I become a child, and what’s with this ill-fitting onesie?

"who am I?"

"where am I?"

"What do I want to do?"

"Could it be a flashback? Or maybe it was a dream before death?"

After pinching his arm hard, "Will it hurt? It doesn't look like a dream. Could it be time travel?"

He didn't think of a reason, so he had to suppress the doubts in his heart for the time being. His deep dream brain would simulate pain, so pinching himself didn't work at all.

After looking around, he found that he was in the jungle. Then he looked down at the bag he was stepping on. His pupils shrank suddenly after he saw the whole thing through the twilight. Isn't this a body bag? Why was he put in a body bag? .

While he was complaining, he had already taken off the jumpsuit, groped around on his body, and found that there were no obvious injuries except for a dozen bruises on his body.

Then he noticed that there was a large piece of broken bush not far away. Judging from the shape, his current small body could not create it. It should be something like a car.

After thinking for a while, he still followed the traces and found the red car that had crashed into the tree under a thick tree not far away.

The car was severely deformed and the trunk lid was missing.

It looked like he was in a car accident and rolled down the mountain. The only good thing was that the trunk lid somehow popped open during the rollover and threw him out. Fortunately, he landed in the bushes and had some cushion, otherwise this body would have been I am definitely missing arms and legs now.

He should have been stuffed into the trunk before, either kidnapped, or really dead, so he should be disposing of the body.

After all, whoever is a good person stuffs people into the trunk, he prefers the latter. He is a man who got out of a body bag.

Then he walked towards the severely deformed car to see if there was any useful information. When he reached the car door, he froze on the spot. Through the rearview mirror that was hung crookedly on the car door and was broken into several pieces, he saw A completely unfamiliar face.

If you are dreaming about becoming a child, it should be like a child. Then it seems that you have traveled through time. It cannot be because you killed the child's parents or something. You dreamed about becoming this child before you died to atone for your sins. ! It's outrageous enough when you think about it, although time travel is a little more outrageous.

"It doesn't matter! I'm going to die anyway."

Then he glanced at the license plate embedded in the tree, "Huh? Japanese license plate, I have traveled to Japan."

You still need to look up some useful information. Just looking at the car model is of no use. Some people just like old cars. What can you do?

Fortunately, he was a child now and his body was small and the glass had long since shattered. He picked up a branch and cleaned up the debris on the window before climbing into the deformed passenger seat. As for the bloody person in the driver's seat, He had seen a lot of dead people, even worse than this one, and he didn't have any psychological pressure. Thinking of this, he didn't worry too much. Who could be a good person who stuffed people in the trunk?

After rummaging through the corpse, he couldn't find the wallet, but he found something interesting, an m1911 pistol. This pistol has almost become the standard equipment of killers, but his favorite is the modified version of Tallan Tactics 2011.

After sighing, he turned his attention to the storage box. After opening it forcefully, there was no useful information except a few insurance policies. It is estimated that the names on the insurance policies were also forged.

Seeing that he couldn't get any useful information, he no longer bothered to wipe off the fingerprints on the gun and put it back to its original position. It was of no use keeping this thing. There was no place to hide it. It might even cause trouble. Now he has such thin arms. The legs and body, no matter how superb the marksmanship is, cannot withstand the recoil.

After skillfully cleaning up his own traces, he climbed out of the car. That is to say, he was too small, otherwise according to professional habits, he would have liked to use the car's battery to set fire to destroy the corpses, but he was still worried about causing a wildfire and could not escape. .