Conan: Ran, I really am Shinichi, you have to believe me!

Edogawa Conan, whether you're called the Grim Reaper or Daughter's Red, I, Conan... I, Kudo Shinichi, will definitely bring you to justice, I swear!

After seeing Conan grit his teeth in anger upon hearing the character description he had given him, Jiang Chengbei continued to add his own personal touches:

"Daughter Red, stop now. You've killed enough people. Stop."

You've finally gotten a fresh start, and now that you've become a child after taking drug A, don't go down the same old path as the past ten years.

"Daughter's Red... No, you've given yourself a new name, Conan. You've started a new life, a new beginning, so don't go down the old path. Stop it. Stop killing. Stop taking pleasure in killing."

Hearing Jiang Chengbei's words, Conan was even more shocked: So the murderer was me, and Jiang Chengbei was the good guy who kept advising him to stop?

"Daughter Red... Conan, in your previous life, you killed too many people, arousing public outrage and being hunted by both the underworld and the police. Do you want to go through those days again?"

If you can behave like a child, repent, lay down your weapons, and stop being the terrifying Grim Reaper, then you can be worthy of me, the one who risked my life to steal the A drug from the distillery for you, allowing you to fake your death, shrink, and escape being hunted down by the whole world.

"Conan, I've gone this far for you. You should think about me, your good partner and brother who just wants to live a normal life. Stop it. Stop planning murders. Stop killing people."

Listening to Jiang Chengbei's earnest advice, Conan's face twisted into a pretzel: I'm Shinichi Kudo, I've never killed anyone!

Also, Jiang Chengbei, I assure you, I will definitely catch that serial killer you mentioned, no matter if he is my brother or not, I will bring him to justice!

Seeing Jiang Chengbei's sincere eyes, Conan was a little moved: He didn't expect Jiang Chengbei to be a good person, or at least a good person with a bright future. But the brother he impersonated turned out to be a serial killer. This world is really messed up!

"Jiang Cheng, I promise you, I, Conan, will never kill anyone again. You can live your ordinary life without worry!"

Seeing Conan's serious expression, as if he were really taking what Jiang Chengbei said seriously, Jiang Chengbei suppressed a laugh and also said seriously:

"Conan, I'll trust you one last time, but you also need to remember what you just said."

Okay, from the moment you come home, I hope there won't be any more murders around you. Only when there are no more murders around you can I truly believe that you've laid down your weapons and reformed.

After all, as a criminal planner, you have an exceptionally sharp mind. There are so many murder cases you've planned that I still can't see any flaws in.

Even though I know you're the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, I still can't find any clues pointing to you, let alone any evidence.

So, Conan, you can't try to fool me by saying you've solved the case and caught the culprit. I've been there for this before. Nine times out of ten, the murders that happen around you are your doing. You don't need to deny it.

Hearing Jiang Chengbei's words, Conan gasped: He hadn't expected his cheap brother to be so strong; he had finally met his match!

Hmm? Wait a minute, something's not right. If he also shrunk from taking the drug, does that mean he's my half-sibling and my dad's illegitimate child?

I, Shinichi Kudo, am a good person who helps the police solve cases for free. I have always done good deeds and have never done anything that harms others.

My father, Yusaku Kudo, is a world-renowned mystery novelist and screenwriter. In his spare time, he is also a kind person who helps the police solve cases for free. He has never done anything bad in his life.

Given that my father and I are both good people, and our whole family are good people, how could we possibly produce a murderous monster who takes pleasure in killing and manipulating people's hearts?

So that guy who called himself Death God, Daughter Red, and used the alias Conan Edogawa, at most just looks like me, how could he possibly be my brother?

Thinking that he had now changed his name to Megure Conan, Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to have a different surname from the murderous tycoon Edogawa Conan made Conan a little happy.

While he was happy, Conan didn't intend to tell Jiang Chengbei his true identity.

Although Jiang Chengbei kept telling himself to stop and not kill anymore, he and that serial killer's ex-boyfriend were partners and good friends for many years. What if the killer found out his true identity? Wouldn't he be in danger?

Thinking about the dangers that would arise if his identity were exposed, Conan forced himself to play the role of a murderous monster.

Recalling the acting skills his mother taught him and the murderous psychopaths he had seen on TV, Conan began to imitate their behavior.

In order to infiltrate the enemy ranks, find and capture this murderous tyrant, it's time to show my true acting skills, Shinichi Kudo.

Chapter 78 Gin: Moshi moshi, is that Conan the serial killer over there? I'm your little fanboy, Gin!

"Conan, if you hadn't gone on a killing spree at the Metropolitan Police Department, looking exactly like the old you, I would have really thought you were Shinichi Kudo in disguise."

Conan, where did you learn your acting skills? Your expressions, tone, and demeanor are completely different from before. It's like you've become a completely different person.

If it weren't for the fact that you killed so many people and exposed yourself, I wouldn't have recognized you. You're completely different now; I almost thought you'd been replaced.

After hearing Jiang Chengbei's words, Conan, with his dead fish eyes, thought: "Heh, so I wasn't exposed after all. I should thank the Metropolitan Police Department for being plagued by bad luck!"

It was the troubled Metropolitan Police Department that saved me.

No, now that I've heard so much about the real Conan from Jiang Chengbei, I must review the cases that have happened in the past few days after I return to the Metropolitan Police Department, just in case that the Conan who has already gone into hiding is behind it all.

As for doubting whether Jiang Chengbei was lying, Conan couldn't afford to assume that. He was impersonating Conan, which meant he was an undercover agent. In such a dangerous environment, Conan could only believe it was true, not that it wasn't.

If Jiang Chengbei is lying, and the real Conan isn't actually a serial killer, then aside from being tricked, he hasn't suffered any other losses.

But if what Jiang Chengbei said is true, and he didn't believe it, and he remained completely unprepared, wouldn't he be killed by the real Conan hiding in the shadows?

After Conan decided that he would rather be deceived by Jiang Chengbei than not believe him, and became more vigilant, Jiang Chengbei suddenly discovered that the phone in the system's inventory was ringing.

One advantage of buying a phone from the system store is that even if it's stored in the system warehouse, it can still receive calls from outside. Moreover, the ringtone is only heard in the real world; only Jiang Chengbei can hear the ringtone and the phone number displayed in the system warehouse.

Seeing that the call was from Gin, Jiang Chengbei moved the phone into his pocket and let it ring outside.

When the phone rang in his pocket, Jiang Chengbei pretended to pick it up, glanced at the number, and then made a shushing gesture to Conan.

Seeing Jiang Chengbei acting so mysteriously, Conan, who originally wanted to get information from Jiang Chengbei, immediately perked up his ears, looking like he really wanted to come over and eavesdrop but didn't dare to.

"Hey, Gin, what do you want?"

What? You're asking who I am? I'm Huadiao, the partner of Nu'erhong, my sworn brother.

Yes, we're very close, so close that he's slept in the bed I slept in, used the blanket I used, and worn the underwear I wore. Tell me, aren't we close?

Hearing Jiang Chengbei's words, Conan was shocked: "Just wondering, is our relationship platonic? Am I still safe?"

And by the way, who called?

Conan was filled with curiosity about the phone call Jiang Chengbei was making and wanted to find out more, when Lady Luck smiled upon him, and fate granted his wish. Jiang Chengbei suddenly said:

"Daughter Red wine is right beside me."

Do you want to call him?

OK."

Then, Conan saw Jiang Chengbei wink at him with a smile, then put his phone on the table, turned on the speakerphone, and gestured for Conan to come over and make a call.

"Moshi Moshi, are you there, Daughter Red?"

Conan was about to speak when he heard the voice on the other end of the line. He froze, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

Although Conan had only heard the voice twice and seen the person twice, he was so familiar with that voice that he would never forget it!

After all, the other party had poisoned him, intending to kill him, but the poison went awry and he didn't die. Instead, he became the culprit behind the child's death—the blond man in black!

That voice, and the voice of that big guy in sunglasses, Conan will never forget!

"Moshi Moshi, are you there, Daughter Red?"

Conan only snapped out of his fright when the familiar voice came from the phone again and Jiang Chengbei nudged him.

“Mo… Xi, Mo… Xi, I am Niu Er Hong…”

"Heh~~~ Daughter Red, how come your Chinese has deteriorated?"

I didn't expect that after just a few days, your pronunciation is now even worse than mine.

To understand the meaning of "Daughter's Red," I specifically consulted a Chinese teacher. I never imagined that after graduation, I would one day pick up my textbooks again to learn a foreign language.

Thanks to this Chinese teacher, I now not only know what "Daughter Red" means, but I also know what "Your Partner Huadiao" means.

You guys have such a twisted sense of humor. Why are you using nicknames to piggyback on our organization's popularity? Do you want to join our organization?

However, I'm also a little troubled now. Although I can distinguish between "Daughter's Red" and "Huadiao" from the words,

But ever since I tried the Shaoxing wine and Nu'erhong wine I bought from outside, I've found that they all taste the same, and I can't tell the difference.

"Ah? Hehe..."

Hearing the other person talking about "daughter's red wine" and "Huadiao wine," Conan could only force a stiff, awkward laugh. He couldn't even understand the names of "daughter's red wine" and "Huadiao wine," so how was he supposed to answer?

The only good news is that he finally learned that the unfamiliar pronunciations of "daughter's red wine" and "Huadiao wine" are Chinese. He'll have to study Chinese properly next time he goes to Hawaii.

"Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. Daughter Red... never mind, your code name sounds weird. I'll just call you Conan."

Conan, when you left last time, wasn't it to make me guess your true identity?

Now when I see news about you on TV, seeing you pretend to be pitiful and get adopted by a policeman, and then the Metropolitan Police Department is ravaged by your bloodshed, I realize something is wrong.

I've discovered that you're present at almost every crime scene, and you're the one who solves the case afterwards. These cases seem to have nothing to do with you on the surface; you're just a genius child detective.

However, I will not believe you are their savior, like those foolish police officers who were fooled by your appearance and manipulated by you, and that their deaths have nothing to do with you.

In Dorobiga, I witnessed you kick down six military planes with one kick in an attempt to establish your authority and intimidate me, one of which was even blown up by your kick.

I've witnessed your strength, your lawlessness, and your madness in killing military personnel, so I have a guess about your identity.

I'm guessing you're a criminal mastermind, a calculating, bloodthirsty, inhuman killer, and a highly skilled serial killer.

Compared to Conan, who dares to target the military and the Metropolitan Police Department, we who only kill, set fires, kidnap, and extort ordinary people are just small fry.

Conan, you are one of the people I, Gin, have met that I admire the most.

We might as well kill some ordinary people, unlike you, who shoots down planes, kills military and police officers, and then runs into the Metropolitan Police Department pretending to be a detective and a good guy.

And they actually treated you like a savior, praising you, worshipping you, and obeying your every word. I, Gin, am genuinely envious.

I, Gin, greatly admire your actions.

After listening to Gin's rambling, Conan was stunned. He hadn't expected himself to be so powerful... no, he hadn't expected the former Conan to be so ruthless!

He was also present when Dorobig crashed his plane; he was then a high school student named Shinichi Kudo.

Even if he were there, he would only think it was an accident, or that the drunken U.S. military pilot who stole the plane was the culprit. But he never expected that the culprit would be his ex-boyfriend—the real Edogawa Conan!

He was at the scene of the incident, and he watched as planes fell from the sky one by one without realizing that the mastermind behind it all was the real Conan!

His strength is absolutely terrifying!

His bloodthirstiness is truly terrifying!

Faced with such an inhuman criminal—no, it should be called a terrorist—he, Shinichi Kudo, once again made a grand vow: He will not rest until Conan is caught!

Conan: As long as Conan can be caught and brought to justice, I, Shinichi Kudo, am willing to be a primary school student for the rest of my life, even if I can never go back to being a high school student!

Chapter 79 Gin: Conan, kill someone for me, price's negotiable.

"Conan, didn't you say before that as long as I guessed your real profession, I could do business with you, and you would take my job and help me kill a few people?"

Now, although I don't know your true identity, I know what you do. You are a criminal planner who tends to plot murders behind the scenes, using the target's social connections to find people around him to kill him, right?