[Conan Doujin] Let's become smaller together · Part 1

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After the ghost lamp disappeared, the place illuminated by the flashlight no longer left any trace of human existence.

So the children quickly stood up, quickly left the place, and cautiously approached that weird home economics classroom bit by bit.

Conan opened the way at the front, Genta was holding Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko was behind him, with Hattori who was pulling the curtain all the way in between, and the five walked forward cautiously.

The curtains were pulled open one by one, and the moonlight penetrated into the corridor. Gradually, all the deep breath dissipated, and the slight sense of terror disappeared.

Hattori Heiji has never been so grateful for the dark skin he inherited from his father, at least because of this, his pale weakness has not been noticed by anyone.

Hattori, who had regained his spirit, pretended to be very lively with a guilty conscience, and vigorously resisted Conan's remarks that he was "afraid of ghosts", trying to destroy the previous screaming incident.What a shame! !Even the seven-year-old boy was not frightened. As a high school detective in Kansai, he is a good man in Osaka who has seen countless murders. He was the first one to call out, really discrediting Osaka...

The sound of chirping and quacking finally relaxed the atmosphere, and by the way, Ayumi who was unconscious also woke up.

"Yuan Taijun, let me down..." Ayumi rubbed her eyes and struggled to stand on the ground.

"Do you want to rest for a while, Ayumi-chan?" Yuantai didn't let her go, but asked worriedly.

"Genta, let her come down. The front is the stairs in the middle. If there is anything, it will be inconvenient for you to hold Ayumi-chan." Conan ordered.

Even if there is no one in the corridor, if there are people hiding at the stairs and preparing to attack, then Motota, who is restricted in holding Ayumi, will definitely not be able to escape.It takes time for the football to be released, and the anesthesia watch may not be able to point at people in such a dim place. It is said that there is a portable bamboo sword in Hattori's plaster.But the height is there, it is estimated that it is not as useful as football.So now it is better to be ready to escape at any time.

"En." Motota put Ayumi down carefully, so Ayumi moved her hands and feet, and walked backwards with Mitsuhiko, and the watch-shaped flashlight also shone in the direction from which she came.

It would be bad if you were attacked by criminals chasing you from behind because you only focused on the front.

Anyway, there is Conan ahead, isn't it?

They confidently handed over their backs to their companions and walked forward so simply and quickly.

Such reassurance of giving everything, such engrossing protection, such obedience without any grievances, the trust of these three pure children only makes the comparison between the two cores already "dirty adults" complicated.

These children trust every companion so much...

But they can only trust the people they agree with.

The children regarded the 'Toyama Zangji' who was repeatedly injured and caused troubles as a trusted teammate, but the two of them regarded the children as a package.Even if it is a sweet package, there is no way to change their dislike of children.

Because I never trusted them, what I delivered was just to confirm that they could do the task, and then send it out after confirming the safety, instead of letting them challenge the limit and grow in failure...

Compared with the children's complete trust and admiration for them, what they did really made me feel cold... Hattori and Conan silently complained to themselves.

But... now they have no time and no chance to train these children.

The black ax hanging above their heads was crumbling.

Unaware of the entanglement in their companions' hearts, the three children listened to the instructions and stood for a while to make sure that there was no one at the stairs. After successfully passing this level, they moved to the destination—the cooking classroom.

But at this time, Ayumi screamed "Ah!!" for some reason, and then fell down with a "plop".