The Black Detective of the Detective Conan World

A chilling and dangerous aura, characteristic of members of the Black Organization, permeated every corner of the movie theater lobby.

Ai Haibara felt like she had entered a winery's lair, not a movie theater!

The auras of these people—code-named officers, official members…—were strong and faint, mingling together, making Ai Haibara feel cold all over, as if she had fallen into an abyss.

No, don't panic. My coming here today was just a spur-of-the-moment decision; there's no way the organization members would have laid an ambush beforehand.

They are not targeting themselves.

After figuring this out, Ai Haibara's fear lessened slightly.

But now... if she turns around and leaves immediately, it will be very abrupt and could easily alert the members of that organization.

She could only walk stiffly into the movie theater lobby with her head down, like a death row inmate walking onto the gallows.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a black hem peeking out from the corner.

Ai Haibara lowered her head, feeling that her life had come to an end.

……

"Oh, why did she suddenly come here?"

A golden bee posed a question from the chandelier hanging in the cinema lobby.

It is precisely the spiritual little creature of Naoto Hayashi.

Meanwhile, his true body was still in the mansion of Teiji Moriya, several kilometers away, listening to the police officers report the search results to Inspector Megure.

More than an hour earlier, Naoto Hayashi had secretly sent out several golden bees, using the relay's ability to spread the bees all the way to the Beika City Building.

The straight-line distance between the two places is less than four kilometers, and the small bees that Lin Zhiren uses for relaying can last for 12 hours.

What did he see there?

Including Gin, Vodka, and other members of the anti-corruption organization!

And Xiao Lan, sitting in the center of the cinema lobby, completely oblivious.

Naoto Hayashi felt that things seemed to be going a little beyond his expectations.

In his memory, the Black Organization shouldn't have had a role in this explosion, right?

Why are there so many members of the Black Organization appearing?

What major operation is it?

This is going to be a problem.

Although it is unlikely that members of the Black Organization will commit murder in public, who can say for sure this time?

After all, the plot has changed!

Naoto Hayashi felt it was better to keep control of the situation himself.

So he sent out more bees to secretly protect Xiaolan and began searching for possible bombs.

Bomber Teiji Moriya was a designer, so he must have known exactly where the load-bearing columns, beams, and shear walls were in these buildings. If these parts were destroyed, the building would collapse.

Lin Zhiren released small, unloaded golden creatures and quickly searched away from the crowd, soon finding the bombs one by one.

Some of them were secretly placed in load-bearing columns, while others were hidden in trash cans near entrances and exits.

Clearly, Teiji Moriya intended to first destroy the entrance with an explosion to isolate the inside from the outside, and then use a bomb to blow up the load-bearing column, completely destroying the building.

Just as Naoto Hayashi was thinking about how to deal with the bombs, his little bee, who was left in the lobby on the fifth floor of the movie theater, saw Ai Haibara.

Naoto Hayashi was convinced.

Doesn't she have a "Black Organization radar"? How dare she come here?

Is your radar malfunctioning?

Don't die?

Judging from her zombie-like walking posture, she was clearly terrified.

Naoto Hayashi controlled a small bee to quickly descend, which swelled in a corner and transformed into a moonlight clone wearing a black bodysuit and with long black hair.

Then, taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, she stole a women's coat from the staff break room and put it on.

Otherwise, running around in a tight-fitting outfit would attract too much attention.

The moonlight clone quickly arrived at Ai Haibara's side and picked her up in one swift motion.

"Hey, Ai, what are you doing here? Don't wander off!"

As she spoke, she walked naturally toward the exit of the theater.

Ai Haibara stared blankly at her, her eyes lifeless and her mind a complete blank.

The moonlight clone lowered its voice and said, "I am Moonlight. Gold sent me to take you away."

Ai Haibara's brain, which had been sealed in cement, finally began to turn with difficulty.

Gold? Gold? Is it... Naoto Hayashi?!

Is this woman a member of the Imperial Organization?

They're one of us!

Ai Haibara has never felt so sincerely grateful for her new identity in this organization as she does now.

I was so moved I almost cried!

That's so reliable!

He actually managed to pull himself out of danger!

And this woman...

Ai Haibara scrutinized the woman up close, feeling that she seemed somewhat unreal.

The skin is incredibly smooth, with virtually no visible hair or pores.

Moreover, the other person's body also lacks "human vitality".

It looks a bit like a finely crafted, realistic doll.

Is it disguise?

She knew that the Black Organization's agent codenamed Belmod was skilled in disguise and voice manipulation, and could change her appearance in countless ways, earning her the nickname "The Thousand-Faced Witch."

Could it be that the "Moonlight" of the imperial organization in front of us is also skilled in disguise?

No... compared to Bellmouth, it lacks a lot of realism.

Wait... this person doesn't seem to have a heartbeat either?

Maybe I'm just imagining things? Nobody's heart doesn't beat.

The Moonlight Clone carried Ai Haibara to the outside of the film studio.

With the suffocating aura of the Black Organization gone, Ai Haibara immediately regained her energy and jumped down from the Moonlight clone's embrace.

She said sincerely, "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you this time..."

The moonlight clone looked at her and asked curiously, "Weren't you always hiding at home? How come you suddenly came here?"

Ai Haibara was a little embarrassed and hesitated to speak, but in the end she whispered her plan.

"You've developed a medicine for severe colds? That's impressive."

The Moonlight clone looked Ai Haibara up and down, feeling that she was indeed a genius in drug development.

I just don't know if this artificially created severe cold condition combined with baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) will work.

Ai Haibara dared not stay any longer and said nervously, "The organization... the Black Organization is gathered here. I'm afraid they're planning something big. It's too dangerous. Let's leave quickly."

The Moonlight clone nodded and said, "It is indeed very dangerous. Gin and Vodka were just scouting inside."

Ai Haibara shuddered.

The Moonlight Clone continued, "Moreover, there are many time bombs inside, and it won't be long before it explodes."

Ai Haibara was shocked.

A bomb? Who planted it? Was it the Black Organization? Or was someone lying in ambush? Or perhaps it was us...?

No, no, Naoto Hayashi had already stated that the bomb had nothing to do with the Imperial Organization.

Is there a third party involved?

Who exactly is it...?

However, this was no longer something she could compromise on.

The Moonlight clone waved and hailed a taxi, then got in with Ai Haibara.

On the bus, Ai Haibara suddenly remembered something and said anxiously, "Wait a minute... Conan and Ran are meeting at the movie theater. Will they stay there if they don't...?"

Affected by the explosion?!

The moonlight clone smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, they'll be fine."

Ai Haibara turned her head to look in the direction of the movie theater, and suddenly seemed to see streaks of black shadows streaking across the sky and falling towards the roof of the movie theater.

She was immediately startled and turned to ask the moonlight clone, "Did you see that? Those are...?"

Ai Haibara suddenly stopped.

The mysterious woman who had been sitting next to her had vanished.

Testimonials

The book will be officially released tomorrow, June 1st. Thank you all for your continued support. This newbie thanks you all.

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I have read every single one of your comments carefully and collected many of them as inspiration, which I will write into the book later. I have also carefully considered and revised some of your opinions.

The original plot points I wrote have been quite controversial. Let me reiterate: this book is a unique, solitary story. No organization will possess outrageous supernatural abilities. The Assassin's Creed is nothing more than an arc-shaped shooting technique. The "legend" is definitely something only the protagonist can use.

Therefore, we hope that everyone can support us with a first-order after the product is released, so that we newbies will be motivated to work hard.

After it's released, the plot will reach a major climax, a real bombshell that will be released all at once, absolutely exhilarating.

Thank you again.

Below is a hallucinatory dream I had recently while trying to think about the plot and had trouble sleeping.

Lately, I've been having countless hallucinations, accompanied by a stirring Croatian Rhapsody.

I strode towards the calm lake and stepped onto a skateboard on the water.

The skateboard shot forward suddenly, and I fell backward into the water.

The water quickly submerged my head and body, and I sank into the water.

At that moment, countless lightning bolts streaked across the sky.

And then, dazzling fireworks bloomed.

A pair of hands are passionately playing the piano.

Flocks of birds flew across the sky.

Raindrops fell.

The world turned black and white, splashing out in concentric ripples.

Someone exploded into black mist in the rain and vanished without a trace, as if by magic.

Young men and women, hand in hand, shimmered and danced in the rain as they ran freely.

Lightning illuminated the neon-lit city, creating a hazy, indescribably humid atmosphere.

Trains roared past on the side of the road.

A tornado descended from the sky, whipping up a deluge of rain.

The waves crashed against the embankment, the spray and foam almost merging with the dim sky.

Like a black and white photograph, the figure staggered across the parting waves.

Someone is playing the piano in the rain.