The Split-Actress in Conan's World

She's so stupid, really.

She only knew that there would be a lot of noise when she went on a mission with Glenfiddich, but she didn't expect that this guy would drop a bomb every time he searched a room!

"This green one is numbered 1 and is generally used to clean small confined spaces."

Glenfiddich took out a green apple flavored lollipop from his pocket, waved it in front of Shiho Miyano, threw it into the home of a target they had just searched, and then pressed the number "1" on the black phone.

boom!

Suppressed flames shone through the glass windows, burning very violently, but the power was surprisingly restrained, without much of an explosion.

The unscrupulous criminals did not hide their methods at all, as if they were performing a magic trick, and wanted to show all their methods to Miyano Shiho.

For another, much larger house, Glenfiddich brought out a red strawberry-flavored lollipop.

“This is No. 2, which has excellent ductility and can complement relatively empty interior spaces.”

This one was much more powerful, and the flames and the gusts of air quickly engulfed the entire room, but it did not step beyond the wall.

As for the park where homeless people appeared, he had another trick and took out purple grape-flavored lollipops.

"No. 3 is my favorite model. After all, most of the operations in New York are outdoors."

Following the first explosion, the finely divided medium was evenly spread on the grass. The successive secondary explosions together formed a symphony of hell, and the beautiful grass park was soon destroyed beyond recognition.

In the end, Shiho Miyano was numb. The bombs he had demonstrated were now lying quietly in her bag.

She didn't know whether Grenfiddich noticed this and was trying to scare her on purpose, but she was indeed tired after watching the unique fireworks one after another.

There was no time to even worry about the bomb hidden on his body.

"The next one is...um, a high school student named Kudo Shinichi."

Glenfiddich glanced at the list. This was the last stop for the day, so the two of them quickly arrived at Kudo's house.

A detached house that had not been taken care of for a few days would easily be covered with a layer of dust. When Miyano Shiho walked into the house in red high heels, she had already sentenced this "savior" to death in her heart.

"Actually, I introduced these little toys of mine to you before when we were in New York. I felt like you didn't really listen at that time. I got scared many times today."

Gryffindor came out of the study he had checked and said to her casually.

is it?

Miyano Shiho recalled it carefully and seemed to have a vague impression, but at that time she rejected the murder weapon he used to kill people and selectively ignored it.

"I don't see you're interested in my research." She said habitually, her words reacting faster than her brain.

After she finished speaking, her heart tightened. The previous showdown with Glenfiddich had caused the relationship between them to become very strained. If he was provoked by her and turned against her on the spot, that would be bad.

But she really couldn't seem to imagine Glenfiddich turning against her.

All I remember is him smiling and provoking Gin all day long, or running crazily to the door of the FBI headquarters and throwing bombs.

Come to think of it, Glenfiddich had never given her the cold shoulder.

Well, it's a stark contrast to Gin.

Sure enough, Grenfiddich didn't care about her habitual sharp tongue at all. Instead, he nodded along with her words, looking very much in agreement.

"Yes, I am not interested in your weird drug experiments. You should be the same if you are in my shoes."

Then the topic was simply brushed aside.

Glenfiddich went into the kitchen instead.

Miyano Shiho entered Kudo Shinichi's bedroom.

The bed was flat and the sheets were lightly dusty, and it looked like no one had slept in it for several days.

The result was in line with her expectations.

But when she opened the closet, she was stunned by a discovery: the area in the closet used to store Kudo Shinichi's childhood clothes was now empty.

There was no dust on that place, which meant that clothes had indeed been stored there before, but were taken away for some reason.

She couldn't help but think of a little white mouse in an experiment long ago, which not only did not die but also became smaller after taking medicine.

A bold guess came into her mind.

Kudo Shinichi, has become smaller...?

Just as she was thinking this, a tall black shadow covered her thin shadow, and a slight breath hit the back of her neck. Miyano Shiho shuddered and quickly turned her head to meet Glenfiddich's curious gaze.

He half crouched behind her, trying to see over her head what was in the closet.

Done!

Miyano Shiho was almost sweating. Didn’t this guy run to check the kitchen?

She just remembered that during the experiment of making the mice smaller, Grunfidget was sitting nearby tinkering with his new type of bomb!

If he still remembered that strange result, with a little reasoning... no, he didn't even need to reason, just seeing that the clothes were missing, he might have become suspicious!

For the organization's cadres, just suspicion was enough. When she thought that innocent people who might have escaped death would die because of her negligence, Miyano Shiho felt a pain in her heart.

"Oh my..."

In the blink of an eye, Glenfiddich had already looked over her head and saw the empty bottom of the wardrobe.

Miyano Shiho closed her eyes in pain.

"They are obviously a wealthy family, but they can't even fill their closets."

He sighed casually and walked away again.

Miyano Shiho glanced at his back with a complicated expression.

Oh, yes...

This guy is a fool.

Realizing that her worries were in vain, Shiho Miyano gained a new understanding of Glenfiddich's statement that he was "not interested in experiments".

The guy probably only has his bomb in his eyes.

Just like I had no impression of the bomb model he introduced, he probably didn't pay any attention to the experimental results at that time.

After a busy period, the two left Kudo's house.

Seeing that Glenfiddich was about to take out a lollipop with a new flavor, Miyano Shiho hurried over and held down his hand, looked at him pleadingly with tired eyes, and shook her head.

Glenfiddich didn't have any obsessive-compulsive disorder that required him to blow up every house. He tore open the yellow wrapping paper, stuffed the lollipop into Miyano Shiho's mouth, and then walked a short distance away with his hands in his pockets.

Miyano Shiho was stunned and instinctively wanted to spit out this dangerous thing, but the next moment the sweet aroma of pineapple filled her mouth, making her subconsciously secrete some saliva.

Is this... a real lollipop?

She pinched the plastic stick and held it in front of her eyes, confirmed the authenticity of the thing, then put it back into her mouth with confidence and chased after the figure that was walking away.

From the front that she couldn't see, the corners of Glenfiddich's mouth curled up slightly.

......

Miwa Art Museum.

In the dimly lit exhibition hall of hell, a tall figure stopped in front of the huge painting "Heavenly Punishment".

The man just stood there, as if he had blended into the artistic atmosphere of the entire exhibition hall, like a historic statue. From a distance, one would think he was one of the exhibits.

Director Ochiai stopped and looked at the figure for a long time, feeling somewhat relieved. It had been a long time since he had met such an artistic guest.

“Do you also know anything about oil painting?”

He walked gently to the man and spoke naturally.

When he walked to the side of the man, he saw the gold-rimmed glasses on his face. Director Ochiai was even more certain that this man had extraordinary taste.

"It's a remarkable work." Sure enough, although the man only gave such a simple evaluation, his tone was full of appreciation.

“The blood-stained knight slays the devil. It’s the most clichéd subject, but the painter perfectly expresses the sense of fate in it with gloomy tones.”

“It’s a very bold move.”

This is his conclusion.

Director Ochiai also sighed that the guest had spoken his mind, "Yes, it's a pity that this museum won't be open for long. I don't know what will happen to these precious collections."

"If you don't mind, how about I take over this painting?" The man handed over a business card with a smile, "I can barely be considered a collector."

Director Ochiai took the business card and looked down at it.

James Lecter.

Invited visiting professor of psychology at the University of Tokyo.

What a remarkable guest.

"If there are no accidents by then, I will contact you first."

"No," Professor Lecter smiled mysteriously, "I will be here on time when the painting is finished."

When Director Ochiai was puzzled, the professor turned around and left without any reluctance, and the rich historical atmosphere dissipated with him.

Director Ochiai soon put this confusion behind him because there were obviously many more tourists visiting the art museum the next day.

“Wow, these paintings are so beautiful!”

Mao Lilan walked through the exhibits one by one, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"It's right to listen to me and come to visit the art museum, right?" She turned around and said to the two guys, one big and one small, who were forcing smiles, as if seeking confirmation.

Mao Lilan hummed a song and went on her way. Conan's face instantly turned speechless, and his thoughts flew to the scene at Mao Li Detective Agency not long ago.

"Are you going or not?" Mao Lilan smiled brightly and casually punched the alloy filing cabinet to pieces.

Xiaolan, every time she disagrees with someone,...

Conan silently complained in his heart.

Kogoro Mori was also recalling that scene, and his expression looked equally unhappy.

I should have known that I shouldn't have let her learn karate...

Mao Lilan had no idea what the two people were thinking. She approached a painting of the legendary god of love Cupid and exclaimed.

“Wow, what beautiful colors!”

"Miss, do you like that painting very much?"

Director Ochiai was in a very good mood. He was very happy to have met such tasteful guests for two consecutive days.

"The name of this painting is "Leisure Angel", one of Picasso's works..." He walked in front of the painting and couldn't help muttering to himself.

“Although it is not very famous, I really like the warm brushstrokes of this work and the sense of transparency it presents…”

“Not just his works,” Director Ochiai said, opening his arms as if embracing the entire museum, “I really like all the works here.”

"They are like my children." The old man smiled as innocently as a child.

Maori Kogoro was confused by the sudden appearance of the old man. "Excuse me, what do you want from my daughter?"

"Ah, please don't misunderstand..."

"Actually, I'm the curator here, my last name is Ochiai."

Maori Kogoro suddenly realized: "So it's the curator, then you must know a lot about painting!"

Director Ochiai did not respond, but turned around and shouted loudly, which was in stark contrast to his previous elegant and easy-going appearance.

"Kubota! What are you doing!?"

The staff member who was yelled at by him couldn't help but tremble and almost dropped the picture frame in his hand.

"Didn't I tell you to wear gloves when handling the work?"

"Oh, yes, sorry..."

"Can you afford to pay for it if it breaks?"

Director Ochiai's beard stood up, and he said to the other man with a square face, "Iijima, I'll leave this to you."

Iijima put down his work for a moment and said, "Ah, yes!"

"As for you, get out of here!"

After being driven away, Kubota couldn't help showing a resentful expression and left angrily.

Conan watched the farce unfolding before his eyes, silently memorized these people, and then his eyes were caught by a familiar figure.

He quietly ran away from behind Kogoro Mori and came to the side of the figure.

"Why are you here again? Don't you have to work?"

The familiar figure he saw was naturally Rin Chiyu who had frequently appeared at crime scenes in the past few days.

Retracting his gaze from an exquisite porcelain vase, Lin Chiyu looked at the little fellow who appeared at his feet, deliberately thought for a moment, then squatted down and said in a strange tone: "Little friend, have we met before?"

broken!

Conan's eye twitched, he forgot that he was now in a smaller form and had never met Mr. Rin.

How to get around it...

Fortunately, Mr. Lin had no intention of arguing with a child like him, and did not dwell on his obviously rude words just now.

Rinshakuha grabbed Conan by the collar and lifted him up, then looked around and walked towards the Mori family.

He always sees Uncle Maori carrying Conan like this, and he has long wanted to try the feel of it.

Hey, it’s really easy to use, the center of gravity is just right.

"Miss Maori, did this child come with you?"

Rinshakuha put Conan down and said to Mao Lilan.

Mao Li Ran was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked behind Mao Li Kogoro, and sure enough, there was no one there.

"Ah, yes, thank you Mr. Rin." She smiled apologetically at first, then complained to Kogoro Mouri.

"Dad, you are such a fool. Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on Conan? What if he gets lost?"

Kogoro Mouri stared at Rinshakuha with a pair of dead fish eyes and turned a deaf ear to Mouri Ran's accusations.

Who is this guy? He suddenly came up to chat with my daughter...

"This must be Detective Maori, I have heard of your great name for a long time. I have heard that you have solved many difficult cases. We have known each other for a long time."

Rinshakuha used a set of polite social words, but Kogoro Mori quickly broke down and laughed with his tongue sticking out in a very ungraceful manner.

"Hahaha, they are all small cases, small cases!"

Maori Ran punched Maori Kogoro in the back in dissatisfaction, then changed the subject awkwardly.

"Um, is Mr. Rin also visiting the art museum?"

Rin Shakuha nodded, "Actually, I'm currently reading a mystery novel written by Mr. Kudo Yusaku. There are some plots about art appreciation in it, so I plan to find resonance here so that I can immerse myself more in the plot."

Mao Lilan said "oh" as if she understood something.

Just as a few people were chatting, an arrogant voice resounded in the spacious main exhibition hall.

"It's just like usual, there aren't many tourists."

A short man with a cunning face laughed as he looked around.