The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Oh, cough, cough..."

Under the scorching sun, Mitsuhiko was struggling to walk through the overgrown forest. His originally clean short-sleeved shirt and overalls were covered with a layer of gray mud, making him look very disheveled.

He had recently tripped over a thick tree root and fell down a small slope. There were several tiny scratches on his tender hands and legs, his detective badge was broken, and he didn't even know where the hat he used to protect himself from the sun had fallen.

You know, he borrowed that hat from Huibara during the last physical education class. Now that it’s lost, how can he explain to her?

Mitsuhiko was a little discouraged.

He held his knees and took a breath, then raised his head to look at the shadows of the trees around him, but to no avail. After falling down the slope, he lost his direction. The originally planned path only existed in his mind, and once he lost the direction, he was completely confused.

Touching the empty water bottle in his bag, he pursed his dry lips regretfully. He had finished the rice balls he brought with him at noon, and drank up all the water at that time. After being exposed to the scorching sun for an entire afternoon, he was really dehydrated. His head was dizzy and his throat was so dry that even his voice sounded like his throat was cut by a knife.

He regretted coming to this desolate mountain area alone.

This is a wild mountain in Gunma Prefecture. He heard from the Internet that the ecology here is very good and that fireflies may appear even at the end of summer, so he took a leave of absence, skipped the gymnastics activities organized by Teitan Elementary School every Sunday, and came to Gunma by train with the pocket money he had saved in the past few weeks.

As for why they came, it was because half a month ago they went to watch the fireworks festival with Professor Agasa. On the way home, Ayumi said this to Huibara with great longing:

"It really is only when I watch fireworks and attend summer festivals that I feel like it's summer. It would be nice if I could see fireflies on the way home."

Huiyuan also agreed with this view.

At that time, Guangyan remembered this sentence with his attentiveness and excellent hearing, so he began to plan an action to catch fireflies to give the two girls a surprise.

However, he did not expect that it would be so difficult to act in the wild after leaving the adult Dr. Agasa, and the smart pseudo-children such as Chiyoko, Haibara Ai and Conan.

Before implementing this plan, he also consulted a lot of information and learned the knowledge he should have in the wild, but when he really fell into this difficult situation, he found that this knowledge was useless, or he simply couldn't use this knowledge well.

The child's natural lack of self-control caused him to panic very quickly after the accident. His brain was working quite fast, but he couldn't organize logical thinking. Simply put, he was scared silly.

The only correct thing he could think of now was to find water, a river.

But this was also a problem. After all, he had lost his sense of direction, and the child was too short, further narrowing his already limited vision in the woods.

Although the Junior Detective Team often leaves people with the impression of "naughty kids" and "suicidal group" because they are still young and full of passion for exploration, but from the standard of 7-year-old first-grade children, they are actually very smart. Mitsuhiko is the smartest among the three little ones, much better than his peers.

With Conan in front of him and Chiyoko and Haibara Ai behind him, he felt his own shortcomings in comparison with the three fake children, so he worked harder to enrich his insights and knowledge reserves. Faced with this situation, he actually knew what to do.

Calm down, then determine the direction based on the distribution pattern of fallen leaves and the degree of soil moisture. You can also determine the water source by looking for traces left by other animals.

He understood all this knowledge, but the methods written on paper were different from those used in practice. For example, he couldn't see any pattern in the distribution of fallen leaves, or the difference between the soil at both ends.

He couldn't even tell the direction of the claw marks left by the few small animals on the ground.

Just like a math problem, he knew that to solve this kind of problem he should use formulas to replace data, but he couldn't understand algebra.

Regret, in short, I regret it very much.

Mitsuhiko's family is considered a middle-class family. His parents are both teachers, so their parents are strict and they don't give him a cell phone. His detective badge is broken, so it's difficult for him to ask for help now.

Gritting his teeth, Mitsuhiko mustered up his strength and continued to move forward for about half an hour. Finally, he collapsed and fainted.

When he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw the green treetops. A fresh breeze blew through the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, blowing on his body, making him feel somewhat cool.

When he sat up, he found that the sky in the distance had turned red like a ball of fire. The blood-red sunset hesitated on the top of the mountain, as if hesitating about how to set.

There is a wonderful tranquility, with the occasional chirping of returning birds coming from the sky, the gentle sound of the wind in the ears, and the sound of gurgling streams.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to find a small river there. The water in the river was not flowing fast and the water was clear, and you could see active small fish swimming in it. A man with his back to him was sitting by the river. He was wearing a jacket that looked a bit serious, and his trouser legs were long enough to cover his ankles but not drag on the ground. They should have been specially tailor-made. He seemed to be scooping water to clean the mud prints on his shoes. Mitsuhiko saw that there were a few branches on the side, forming a simple grill, and two skewers of fish on the twigs were being licked by the flames.

When Mitsuhiko put down his washed shoes, he saw his mouth moving, as if he was saying something, but there was no one else nearby, so he suspected that he was seeing things and maybe he was eating.

Although he was a bit weird, he didn't look like a bad person. When Mitsuhiko woke up, he found himself in a cool place. The dryness in his throat had improved a lot, and even the muddy places where he fell had been cleaned. He must have been saved by this person.

Just as Mitsuhiko was observing the man, he suddenly stopped rinsing his shoes, turned around, and looked at Mitsuhiko with calm eyes.

"You're awake now. If you feel better, get up and drink some water. If you're hungry, you may have to wait a while. The temperature of the open fire will take a while to cook this string of fish."

Mitsuhiko nodded embarrassedly. The discomfort from heatstroke had subsided a lot. He got up, scooped up some water from upstream and started drinking.

After drinking the water, he walked up to the man, wanting to express his gratitude and ask if there was anything he could help with, but when he got closer and saw the bloodstain that the man had blocked before, he froze in place.

The man noticed his reaction, took back his shoe, tapped it on the shore, and then put it on.

"I processed the fish before. If I grill it whole, it will have parasites."

After hearing this, Mitsuhiko calmed down a little. He looked carefully again and saw some fish viscera in the blood. Then he turned to look at the fire rack and saw that the two skewers of fish had actually been chopped apart.

He forced a smile, and suddenly felt that the look the man had just given him was a bit disdainful and speechless.

The man walked to the fire and saw that the fish were almost cooked. He reached out to pick them up and stuck them into the ground beside him. Then he took out a square object from his pocket and fiddled with it a few times. An axe-shaped blade popped out. He chopped the burning branches in two or three strokes, crushing them to pieces. Then he pried up a large piece of soil to cover them, and then scooped a handful of mud from the river to completely extinguish the flames.

Mitsuhiko looked at the strangely shaped knife and found that there was still some blood on it. He guessed that he used this thing to cut the fish.

The man noticed Mitsuhiko's gaze and explained, "Protect the environment and prevent forest fires."

He picked up two skewers of fish and handed one to Mitsuhiko.

Mitsuhiko's stomach just started to growl. He took the grilled fish awkwardly, said thank you in a low voice, and started to eat in small bites.

To his surprise, he thought the grilled fish would have a purely original flavor, but he unexpectedly tasted chili powder and cumin when he took a bite.

Seeing Mitsuhiko's eyes widen, the man said casually: "I brought seasonings. Although the ingredients are taken from nature, we can't really be savages."

After suffering for the whole afternoon, Mitsuhiko was almost moved to tears. He quickly finished a palm-sized grilled fish and wiped his mouth with a feeling of unsatisfaction.

The man ate slowly, which did not surprise Mitsuhiko. He could tell that he was a civilized man, just like the careful way the man handled his food when he rescued him and the way he was dressed.

He didn't know whether the man was full or not, but he was definitely not full, after all, the fish was not big.

The man saw what he was thinking, put away the branch that skewered the fish, threw it into the fire that he had put out before, stood up and said, "Don't eat too much for dinner, there will be a midnight snack tonight."

Mitsuhiko was visibly happy, but then he frowned with some worry.

"If you stay here too late..."

"Aren't you here to catch fireflies?" the man interrupted him. Although it was a question, there was affirmation in his tone.

Mitsuhiko looked at him in surprise.

"You don't look like someone who often goes into the mountains, and you've gotten a heat stroke, so you must be from the city. A child certainly wouldn't come camping alone, but you're well prepared, so you wouldn't run away from home."

"I opened your bag and saw that besides the water cup, there was also a small plastic cup. Considering the famous rumor that fireflies appear here in the summer, it's not hard to guess."

The man didn't seem to have any awareness of prying into other people's privacy, and continued: "There are more fireflies here at night, and it's easier to catch them at night because of the light. Since you plan to catch fireflies, why not leave it until night."

Before Mitsuhiko could react, the man suddenly frowned and said something in a low voice.

Mitsuhiko has good hearing and heard the sentence "You didn't tell me".

He was stunned and didn't understand this sentence. After all, it had nothing to do with the previous text. He quickly remembered that when he just woke up, he saw this man washing shoes. At that time, it seemed that he was talking to himself. Mitsuhiko was not wrong.

Mitsuhiko keenly felt that after the man whispered these words, his eyes looked at him a little distant, and he didn't understand why.

He had no choice but to ignore the unintelligible whisper.

"Uncle, your reasoning just now was like Sherlock Holmes's..."

And Holmes is also good at wilderness survival knowledge.

"Holmes? I am not Sherlock Holmes."

The man glanced at him and said casually, "My name is Adam."

The reason why Adam's attitude towards Mitsuhiko suddenly became cold was because Noah secretly told him that the kid in front of him knew Conan.

The few times Adam met Conan were when the Junior Detective League was not around, so he didn't know Mitsuhiko, but when he heard that this kid was related to the little devil that made his scalp tingle, he felt the urge to avoid him.

And then, Noah brought even worse news.

"Don't even think about running away. Conan is here with a group of kids. Even if you run, it will be too late. Once Mitsuhiko sells you out, that kid will have no peace of mind after he sets his eyes on you."

Noah couldn't hide the gloating in his tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hairy head popped out from the bushes behind him.

Conan first saw Mitsuhiko's figure and turned back excitedly and shouted, "Found it, Mitsuhiko is here!"

Then he saw Adam who was frozen on the side.

"Mr. Adam, why are you here?"

Mitsuhiko asked in confusion: "Conan, do you know Mr. Adam?"

"I've encountered this before in a case." Conan jumped out from behind the bushes and circled around Adam, making the uneasy intuition in Adam's heart ring like an alarm.

It's not just Conan. After he jumped out, several heads popped out from the bushes, including Genta, Ayumi, Haibara Ai, and Chiyoko.

"Please explain it, Tsuburaya-san." Haibara Ai crossed her arms, acting like a patriarch, and looked at Mitsuhiko with a cold face.

"You hid it from everyone and came to this desolate mountain without saying a word. Even your sister didn't expect you to be so brave."

"That's right. If Conan and Xiaoguang hadn't found them all the way based on the clue that you used your sister's insect repellent, and then deduced the platform based on the change you got from taking the tram, we would have been left worrying!" Ayumi said with a worried look on her face.

Chiyoko chewed a gummy bear and did not make any statement. She just stood behind Haibara Ai, hiding behind her when she was showing her supernatural power, hiding her merit and fame.

Yuan Tai twitched his nose and shouted angrily: "You are so good! We have been looking for you for a whole day and we didn't even have much to eat, and you are hiding here to eat grilled fish?!"

Adam looked at the little fat man in surprise. There was wind here and the smell had almost dissipated. With his sense of smell, he could only smell some vague residue. How could this little fat man still recognize that it was grilled fish?

Mitsuhiko smiled sheepishly and took out his broken detective badge: "I fell and got lost on the way, and couldn't contact you. I fainted from heat stroke and was rescued by Mr. Adam."

Conan narrowed his eyes, stroked his chin and looked at Adam.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Adam once said that he was a retired mercenary, right? Is he here to take orders?"

On Adam's phone, Noah was rolling on the ground laughing.