Conan Rick's Investigator

Was I like this in the past?

Conan recalled himself a year ago, and he would also show an excited expression when encountering a case.

In particular, the more complicated and confusing the case is, the more excited the brain feels.

This feeling of crazy dopamine secretion makes me enjoy it very much.

However, little do people know that this kind of thinking makes people more and more like a crime-solving machine rather than a human detective.

Enjoy the process of reasoning and wait for the case to happen.

A mediocre case with no casualties is not enough; the more bizarre and brutal the case, the more enjoyable it is.

What happens if this desire is not met for a long time?

Personally create the case...

This transformation process is actually a process of gradually pursuing excitement.

Conan reflected on himself, and at the same time, he was also reflecting on Holmes, whom he had always regarded as his belief.

Sherlock Holmes is a detective who pursues the pleasure of reasoning.

When he couldn't find a case that could stimulate his brain, he would be so bored that he almost went crazy, and he had to rely on morphine to get through the low period.

In the pursuit of reasoning and puzzles, will we lose the empathy that humans should have?

The occurrence of a case often means that someone's interests have been damaged, whether it is money or life.

Is it human nature to expect such things to happen every day?

But what will happen if Holmes doesn't encounter any exciting cases for a long time?

Holmes might become a madman, as he keeps telling Watson.

Or he might overdose on morphine and die alone one day in the house at 221b Baker Street.

Or they may create crimes themselves and seek another way to pursue excitement.

If ambition is what drives Moriarty to commit crimes, then Sherlock Holmes is pure fun.

This kind of criminal is even more terrifying.

Because all his actions have no purpose, and Holmes is a person with extremely meticulous logic.

He will be the most "perfect" criminal in history...

Fortunately, Sherlock Holmes is just a character created in a literary work. Whether he is good or bad, alive or dead, it is all up to the author.

But the real world is not like this.

Once some things are done, there is no going back.

Once some mindsets are formed from childhood, it is difficult to change them when you grow up.

Both myself and the three little ones should establish a mindset - detectives exist to solve cases, not to expect cases to happen.

Therefore, Conan decided to teach the three little ones a lesson now, and try not to let them follow him to solve cases and receive mental stimulation from the cases.

"Okay, lunch break is almost over, let's go to the bathroom..."

Conan turned around and walked towards the teaching building.

The three little ones looked at Conan who turned around and left, with a look of being unsatisfied.

In their impression, Conan can often turn cases that the police have classified as accidents into cases designed by the murderer.

As a result, Conan said nothing this time and didn't even investigate further.

The three of them looked at each other.

But without Conan as their backbone, they had no direction to investigate even if they wanted to, and could only return to the bedroom in disappointment.

……

During the break of the first physical education class in the afternoon, Conan left the Junior Detective League on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

He came to the teacher's office alone, and first looked around, but didn't see the teacher.

Eh?

Why is there no one?

Conan came to the office and wanted to borrow the printer to print out the cloth strip he found on the skeleton's hand at noon.

After thinking about it for a whole physical education class, he had guessed the purpose of the cloth strip.

That was a code stick used by the ancient Spartans.

Just wrap a piece of cloth around a wooden stick, write words on it, and then remove the wooden stick, and the words on the cloth will become a secret code that no one can understand.

Only one other

Only if one has a wooden stick of the same thickness as before can the code be restored.

So, he now wanted to print the words on the cloth strip onto paper, and then find a stick-like object that was about the same thickness as the warehouse door handle to test his hypothesis.

This kind of reasoning session, which is similar to a small scientific experiment, could have been done with the three little ones.

But in order to prevent them from becoming like Sherlock Holmes who is "happy with every case", Conan decided to do it himself.

As for what the contents on the cloth had to do with the skeleton, Conan was not sure.

Officer Shiratori couldn't tell what was wrong with his reasoning about the circumstances of death, but he always felt that there might be other secrets hidden behind the skeleton.

Especially since the thief's goal was to steal the lime from the school, Conan found this unlikely.

Back to the present, Conan sees that there is no one in the office, so he wants to print it himself.

Anyway, I know how to use the printer myself, so I don’t need the teacher’s help.

He went to the only printer in the middle of the office, connected his phone to the computer next to it, and copied the photos onto the computer.

Next, adjust the size spacing so that it is similar to what you see on the actual fabric strips.

Then it’s time to print.

Conan fiddled with the mouse skillfully, and then the printer's working indicator light lit up and a "thump thump" sound came from inside.

Conan was standing in front of the printer waiting, unaware that someone was standing behind him.

After printing was completed, he stood on tiptoe to take out the printed paper. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was startled by the person standing behind him.

"what……"

Conan raised his eyes and saw the new teacher, Wakasa Rumi, staring at him quietly.

"Wakasa-sensei?"

Wakasa Rumi reacted expressionlessly for a few seconds, then suddenly revealed a gentle smile, leaned over and asked, "Edogawa Conan, right?"

"Hmm..." Conan nodded.

"What are you doing here?"

In response to Wakasa Rumi's question, Conan had an idea and his brain reacted instantly.

"This is the word game we'll use in the upcoming study session..."

"Word play?"

Wakasa Rumi's right eye lens reflected the light, and she asked in confusion, "Is there such an arrangement during study session? How come I didn't know about it?"

Conan was stunned by surprise, then he remembered that Wakasa Rumi was the vice-class teacher and she knew all the activities of his class.

“Um, this is…”

"Yes……"

Conan couldn't think of any other reason for the moment, so he could only tell her that he wanted to crack the code on the cloth tape.

"Huh? So this isn't just random writing?"

Wakasa Rumi bent down and looked at the paper in Conan's hand, looking quite interested.

"In that case, then count me in~"

Conan looked at the smiling Wakasa Rumi and had no reason to refuse.

After all, he is the teacher.

With Wakasa's help, Conan was soon ready to restore the password stick.

When Conan personally wrapped the note around a marker that was about the same thickness as the warehouse door handle, the words and radicals on the note combined into a new string of words.

However, even if new characters are formed, their meanings are completely unreadable.

Only the second character from left to right can be seen as the "江" character from the Edo period.

"Strange, this is how it should be..."

Conan tried the code stick again and again, but the words he got out made no sense.

This made him feel a little annoyed. Even though 10 years had passed, he still couldn't see through the code at a glance.

If Qin Zhibo was here, he would have probably figured out the code by now...

Conan couldn't help but think of the man who could decipher any code in just one second.

At this time, Wakasa Ryu

Mei turned to look at the computer not far away and murmured, "Should I make a class schedule?"

"Schedule?"

"Yes," Wakasa Rumi explained with a smile, "I'm a new teacher. I haven't quite memorized the children's daily classes yet, so I'm going to print out a schedule to take home..."

After hearing Wakasa Rumi's explanation, Conan was not concerned about the content of the explanation, but the "class schedule".

Wakasa Rumi's words reminded him that Ayumi had picked up an unfinished schedule in an abandoned warehouse.

What if that was not a class schedule but a code interpretation sheet?

"Wakasa-sensei, do you have any more paper?"

"Yes, I have……"

Conan asked for another piece of paper, drew a dividing line according to the schedule, and then arranged the edges and sides of the password tape in two columns horizontally and vertically.

Then, based on the 50-character chart, write the new characters that are a combination of the two on it.

A code decryption table is created.

Conan quickly re-interpreted the code according to the above content, but the content he read still did not form a sentence.

How could this be?

Conan's brows, which had just relaxed, frowned again and he fell into deep thought.

Seeing that there was still no progress on the secret code issue, Wakasa Rumi went to print out the class schedule.

After the timetable was printed, she sat in front of the computer desk and stretched.

"Ah~ If only I had a glass of whiskey right now~"

whisky?

Conan turned his head and looked at Wakasa Rumi who was not far away, his expression slightly stunned.

He did not trigger the name of the wine ptSd, but suddenly realized that there were some flaws in his previous code reasoning.

Whiskey has another way of writing in Iroha Uta, and this code interpretation table should also be interpreted using Iroha Uta, not the Gospel chart.

He quickly picked up a pen and made some corrections on the original interpretation table.

Soon, a new interpretation table was completed.

According to the above content, this time the complete sentence was successfully deciphered.

"Very good!"

Conan, who finally solved the code from 10 years ago, couldn't help but make an excited sound.

Rumi Wakasa, who was on the other side of the office, heard the noise and came over, curiously asking, "Conan, has the code been solved?"

"yes……"

Conan showed a confident smile on his face and showed the remade code table to Wakasa Rumi.