The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Finally finishing the work at hand, Professor Lecter put the cap back on the pen and put it back into the pen holder.

"You look like you had a nightmare?"

His attitude was casual, as if the culprit had nothing to do with him.

Koizumi Hongzi looked at the bracelet she had thrown on the coffee table, feeling a little dazed.

She looked back at Professor Lecter with genuine confusion in her eyes.

"how did you do it?"

"It's just simple hypnosis. The psychological suggestion starts from the moment you walk in and see the painting."

Professor Lecter sat down opposite her, picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, then looked at her with his hands clasped together and a half-smile.

"But the content of the dream is beyond my control. It is completely up to your heart."

"Don't you want to share it? I see you look very uneasy."

As he said this, he deliberately looked at the wall clock. It was exactly eleven o'clock.

"Although your butler has only booked you for two hours, I am free today and don't mind extending your time a little."

Although Koizumi Hongzi didn't want to admit that she, a noble witch, was hypnotized by an ordinary person, the dream did make her uneasy.

Maybe a professional is really needed to help Miss Witch solve her doubts.

She hesitated for a moment, but still spilled out her dream like squeezing toothpaste.

Except for the identity of Kaito Kid, she told everything else, including that the trigger of everything was her own magic.

Professor Lecter listened in silence, nodding or shaking his head from time to time.

By the end of the conversation, Koizumi Hongzi felt a little thirsty, so he considerately pushed a glass of water over to her.

"We can put aside all superficial things and analyze this dream from the root." Professor Lecter considered his tone and tried his best not to make the young lady angry.

"We regard 'magic' as a talent that you possess, just like Hakuba-san's talent for solving crimes in the dream, and Kuroba-san's talent for magic."

"And for some unknown reason, this talent got out of control, out of your control, messed up your life, and hurt the friends you cherished."

Koizumi Hongzi seemed to subconsciously want to refute his statement, but in the end she pursed her lips to suppress the impulse and listened obediently.

Professor Lecter's voice was filled with a hint of laughter.

"Koizumi-san, have you always felt that this 'magic' you possess is a medium that brings you and your friends closer?"

"You think of it as a lock in your relationship. This lock gives you a high sense of security because you are unique and the benefits you bring to those around you with your 'magic' are infinite."

“It’s fundamentally a social disorder.”

Koizumi Hongzi glared back in dissatisfaction, wondering how a stupid mortal could possibly understand the power of the witch's magic, but all she saw was pupils as deep as the starry sky behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and the smile in those pupils.

"You thought I was going to say, 'Koizumi-san, you have the potential to be socially challenged,' but in fact, your situation is much better."

Raising his eyebrows playfully, Professor Lecter took another banana and slowly peeled off its skin, revealing the soft flesh.

"You may not realize that what you really care about is not the sense of security, but your friends themselves."

"When your magic power disappeared, you didn't feel pain or any other extremely negative emotions. Instead, you were worried that Kuroba-san would never be able to change back."

"This detail is crucial, and it is also the basis for me to judge that your condition is good. No matter how sick a person is, as long as his empathy for the subject of 'people' is higher than for 'other things', then he is recovering in a positive direction."

"I think you are just too dependent on 'magic' and are not used to the pure sincerity between people."

The girl in front of me is like a hedgehog. She is full of suspicion of everything around her. She wishes she could curl up all day and face everyone with her sharp thorns.

This couldn't be blamed on her, she was just not used to the life of an ordinary person. Magic had given her too many conveniences, but it had also tricked the ignorant girl into paying a huge price - she herself hadn't realized that this was a completely unequal transaction.

"You can try to get along with them like a normal high school girl, without emphasizing your 'magic', just like the Nakamori classmate next to you. Your friends will be surprised."

"Of course, I mean surprised in a positive sense. After all, it doesn't look like they are here for 'Magic Koizumi Hongzi'."

"It's just that their friend Koizumi Hongzi happens to know 'magic'."

Professor Lecter ate the last bit of the banana in one bite, threw the peel into the trash can, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and got up from the sofa.

"Well, my lovely 'Witch' lady, your butler has been waiting impatiently, so today's meeting is almost over."

Only then did Koizumi Hongzi realize that the old housekeeper had half-opened the door at some point and looked in with a worried look.

She walked up to the old housekeeper, stretched out her hand, and said simply, "Bag."

The old housekeeper handed Miss Witch's bag to her.

She took out a bank card with the "Suzuki Bank" logo from her bag, walked quickly to the desk in her high heels, threw the card down, and then turned around and left in a cool manner.

"Mr. Koizumi, your butler has already paid the fees in advance," Professor Lecter reminded.

Koizumi Hongzi gave him a cold look from a rich woman: "That's a tip for the unscrupulous and black-hearted doctor."

"So your bracelet fell on the coffee table."

Rubbing her arms, Koizumi Hongzi shuddered and left without looking back.

"Just consider it a sacrifice to the devil!"

Professor Lecter laughed.

He picked up the bank card and casually put it into the pen holder, then put the diagnosis file that he had spent more than an hour writing into a booklet and put it in the cabinet behind him.

Then he took out an employment application form with the official seal on it from his desk drawer and smiled meaningfully.

One of them is a psychological counselor at Ekoda High School.

"Koizumi-san."

"The devil is not so easy to deal with."

......

Zero group.

"Zero sent us intelligence about the last port case. He also told us not to contact him in the near future. The organization's surveillance has suddenly become stricter."

Matsuda Jin put down his legs that were on the coffee table, sat up, and looked more alert.

"Gin was behind the 1 billion yen robbery, but why did they use such a big fuss to kill a peripheral member in the end?"

"In addition, an unknown number of armed helicopters were dispatched. Could the organization have a hidden military base near Tokyo?"

"The organization's cadres who were transferred to Japan also participated in this operation. Furuya-chan learned his code name: Grunfiddi."

A series of information was sent by Amuro Toru, and Matsuda Jinpei quickly repeated it and wrote it down on paper.

But along with this information came more headaches.

Kenji Hagihara, who was standing by, quickly looked up the information: "Glenfiddich is a type of single malt whisky. Its name comes from the ancient Gaelic language, which means the grandeur of the valley and the passion of an elk. It tastes like a perfect and harmonious combination of many flavors. It has a very unique personality and is easy to drink."

“It is worth mentioning that this wine is aged in the same oak barrels as sherry and rum, and the aroma it finally presents is sweet.”

That organization likes to use wine to give people code names, and they are inexplicably appropriate, so analyzing the code-named wines can help them gain some understanding of the organization's cadres.

For example, male members often use distilled liquor as their code, while female members mostly use fruit wine.

This Glenfiddich is unmistakably a man.

"By the way, isn't Mr. Idea planning to take over the company's position? Last time he was referring to this Glenfiddich, right?" Jinpei Matsuda raised the paper filled with information above his head and looked at it against the light. A shadow was cast on his face.

"From the explosion alone, we cannot be sure whether the Grenfiddich is really him. In other words, whether he is really him or not, we cannot rest assured about him after the explosion."

Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his face, his tone full of fatigue. He was the one who arranged to suppress all the news about the port explosion these days.

"Anyway, regarding Mr. Idea, let's wait and see. Don't act rashly until he contacts us. Zero's situation is already difficult enough."

"That organization is so terrifying. The more I learn about its size, the more frightened I feel..." said Yi Dahang, who was lifting weights indoors.

"Rejuvenation or something..."

After their unanimous discussion, they finally reached a consensus that the child in the Mori Detective Agency was the missing Kudo Shinichi himself.

But in the end, there was some disagreement on whether to have contact with him.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kagemitsu Morobushi believe that they can establish contact with Kudo Shinichi, which will be of great help to them in figuring out the purpose of the organization and will also provide some protection for Kudo Shinichi himself who has accidentally become smaller.

But Toru Amuro firmly rejected this proposal, believing that Kudo Shinichi was just one of the unfortunate victims of the organization and had no obligation to get involved between them and the organization. Kenji Hagiwara also thought so.

Ida Hang did not comment.

The final solution was to not contact but to observe.

"Mr. Idea sent another message!"

Just as Morobushi Kagemitsu said that we should be wary of Mr. Dot, not long after that, Hagiwara Kenji reported this news.

"what did he say?"

"The information said that the two sides involved in the small-scale gunfight at the pharmaceutical company were actually the organization and the FBI, and the FBI had the upper hand."

Ida Hang threw the barbell to the ground with a bang, and said in an unhappy tone: "I said that there would be no gunfight in Tokyo without any reason. Those FBI people are really overreaching!"

Zhu Fujingguang still remained rational and did not blindly trust the information of this "Mr. Idea".

"I'll contact Kazami later to test and confirm whether the news is true."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his upturned almond-shaped eyes looked more majestic. "But if this news is true..."

“We may have to revisit the details of the port case.”

"Mr. Shuichi can't possibly make such a big move without any reason. There must be something important hidden in that pharmaceutical company!"

"Then how did he know that the pharmaceutical company was related to the organization? I think there must be something behind the port case. Maybe it's not just the organization, the FBI is also involved."

Kenji Hagiwara has responded quickly and retrieved the relevant information.

The police are already one step behind the organization and the FBI, and they cannot be completely left behind!

"Matsuda, I think we have to go on a field trip."

Morobushi Kagemitsu said to Matsuda Jinpei that he had already picked up his backpack and started packing his equipment.

"Ah, why not let Hagi go? My features are too obvious, and I only died three years ago. If I run into someone I know, I might be recognized."

"Stop talking nonsense. Hagi is going to take over the database and delete the surveillance for us. If you know computers, you can stay here."

"Okay, okay, I'll go. I'm not like Hagi who has all those years to learn computers."

Jinpei Matsuda raised his hands in surrender and smiled brightly.

Kenji Hagiwara's face turned black. Although he was indeed the first one to "die", there was no need to tell such a hellish joke in front of the person himself, right?