What appeared in his field of vision was a cute girl with a beautiful face. But... he did not understand why she was calling him a little kid.
Was this some kind of joke? He was already a second-year high school student, okay?
No matter what, he did not look that young, did he?
"Little kid? Who are you calling a little kid?"
Because the back of his head still hurt from being struck with a stick, Shinichi, whose mind was still not fully clear, asked hazily.
Apparently confused by his words, Shinichi saw the girl tilt her head with a puzzled expression.
Honestly, she was really cute.
"Aren't you a child?" Seemingly unable to understand what the child in front of her was saying, the girl took a small compact mirror from the shoulder bag she carried and handed it to him. "No matter how I look at you, you're a child. Though you are wearing a set of adult clothes."
Looking at the mirror the girl handed him, Kudo Shinichi was shocked to discover that he had truly become a child in the reflection. Moreover, he looked exactly like he did in his childhood photos.
Wait, what exactly is going on? The completely unreasonable sight before him made Shinichi's already muddled mind even slower.
Just then, two white beams from flashlights illuminated the corner where they were.
"What happened? Are you two all right?"
As a man's voice rang out, two police officers in uniform carrying flashlights noticed the situation and walked over.
While Shinichi was still reeling from suddenly becoming smaller, the girl beside him abruptly stood up and said to the two approaching officers, "Officers, I found this child unconscious on the grass. For some reason, he seems to be injured too. There's blood on his forehead."
Hearing that a child had been injured, the two officers did not doubt her and immediately used their radios to report the situation to their superiors.
When she heard that the officers had requested an ambulance, the girl revealed a relieved expression.
Taking a pack of wet wipes from her bag and opening it, the girl gently wiped away the dried blood on the child's forehead with a concerned look.
"It's okay now. The officers have called an ambulance."
Seeing the beautiful girl gently wiping his forehead, Shinichi's little face instantly reddened.
Though his appearance had somehow turned into that of a child, inside, he was still a seventeen-year-old boy.
Being taken care of by a pretty girl... honestly, Shinichi felt a little embarrassed. But more than that, he was confused about what exactly had happened to him.
An Hour Later...
With the help of the ambulance and the doctors, Kudo Shinichi at least learned that he had only suffered superficial injuries.
"Little one, you have to be more careful when you play in the future!" After confirming that the little fellow had merely fallen and hit the back of his head while fooling around, the doctors could not help reminding him, "Luckily, this time it was only a flesh wound and not a concussion. If something had really happened to you, your family would have been worried sick."
Hearing the doctors' words, Kudo Shinichi could only nod obediently to show that he understood.
As for the fact that he had become smaller and that he was Kudo Shinichi, the matter was simply too unbelievable. After carefully considering it, Shinichi decided to conceal it for now.
"It's really great that you're okay. You can't be so reckless in the future!" After confirming that the child was fine, the girl also let out a sigh of relief.
"But no matter how much you like fooling around, it isn't appropriate to wear adult clothes!" Looking at the loose, oversized clothes hanging off the child, the girl could not help shaking her head. "I bet you fell because you were wearing clothes that got in your way."
At the hospital entrance, Kudo Shinichi listened to the girl's self-directed analysis and could not help facepalming internally, though he could not say it outright.
Still, in order to thank this kind-hearted and enthusiastic beautiful girl, Kudo Shinichi forced down his embarrassment and pretended to really be a child, saying with a grateful expression, "Thank you, big sister!"
Honestly, after Shinichi said that, both he and the girl felt a wave of disgust.
As though they had unknowingly eaten a bowl of Tenei porridge and then drunk a cup of Apa tea.
But outwardly~
"By the way, my dad said children must be polite. I still don't know your name, big sister."
That part was true.
As an upstanding young man of the new century, Kudo Shinichi still understood basic etiquette.
"Me? My name is Tokisaki Kurumi." The girl who gave her name smiled beautifully. "But since you already know my name, could you tell me yours?"
Disgusting. Truly disgusting.
Ptooey~
The girl—no, Kurumi—really could not stand asking a student barely younger than herself in that tone.
"Uh..." When the girl calling herself Tokisaki Kurumi asked for his name, Kudo Shinichi immediately sensed trouble.
"Well... big sister, I see my dad has come to pick me up. I'll be going now!" Since he really did not know how to bluff his way through it, Kudo Shinichi ultimately decided to use the legendary excuse of "my family is here" and bolted out of the hospital.
Watching Kudo Shinichi's small figure and his flustered steps, a strange smile curled at the corner of the girl's lips.
Gin, Gin. If you had listened to Vodka and taken him out here, there wouldn't have been any of this later on~
When the taxi stopped in front of her home in Beika Town, Kurumi paid the driver, then immediately wore a pained expression.
Damn it, taxis in Japan are fucking expensive!
Since the hospital was quite some distance from her home, and Kurumi could not be bothered to walk back alone in the middle of the night, she had no choice but to hail a taxi back to her street.
Japanese taxis were famously expensive.
Even though Kurumi had saved quite a bit of money through completing missions.
But really, who in this world would ever think they had too much money?
What?
You say it was a haunted house?
And three tenants had died there, and there might be ghosts?
Screw that!
For Kurumi, if there were ghosts, then let them come!
With King Crimson's A-rank power and speed, what ghost could possibly matter?
And more importantly, Kurumi was not without other trump cards.
At worst, she could take out a loan from the system to exchange for the invincible Star Platinum. No matter what kind of ghost it was, it would be beaten into oblivion by her Ora Ora.
Though if she did that, Kurumi would lose her most precious thing.
Entering her home, Kurumi casually kicked off her little leather shoes in the entryway, then walked upstairs to the bedroom on her jade-like feet wrapped in black thigh-high stockings.
Arriving in her bedroom, she turned on the lights. Under the white glow, the neat room Kurumi had arranged herself immediately brightened up.
Since she was only a beautiful girl on the outside while being male at heart, Kurumi naturally had not chosen the cute style girls liked when decorating her bedroom. Instead, she had prioritized neatness and simplicity.
Slowly pulling down the zipper of her dress, Kurumi expertly removed the outfit included in the system's beginner gift pack, revealing beneath it an ivory-white, delicate body and sexy lace underwear.
Just as mentioned before, because Kurumi had made a certain part a little too large while creating her character, the burden on her chest could only be described as a busty girl with a baby face.
By the cup-size standards of her former country, Kurumi estimated she was at least an E-cup.
And her little butt was very perky too.
In short, perfection!
Hanging her dress on a hanger, Kurumi lazily lay down on her bed and thought over the plot she had nearly forgotten from her memories.
Honestly, Kurumi did not remember much of the plot of Great Detective Conan.
Aside from a few classic cases, what Kurumi remembered most clearly was the Black Organization.
That most famous villain organization in Conan not only had ruthless and vicious members, but also Gin, the famously useless undercover traitor from her previous life.
Wait, had she just singled someone out?
This Black Organization was enormously powerful, and its brutality could only be called utterly insane.
Damn it, they flew an Apache attack helicopter and directly strafed the Tokyo Tower! Could an ordinary criminal organization do something like that?
Kurumi had no idea what those people were thinking. Were they crazy, or did they simply not take the Japanese government seriously at all?
More importantly, Kurumi felt that her damned system was definitely getting back at her by assigning her the identity of a Black Organization member right after she arrived in this world.
What was even more infuriating was that her immediate superior was Vermouth.
What surprised Kurumi even more was that as soon as she had seen her identity in this world, the phone the system had given her began to ring.
Absinthe
That was the name displayed on the incoming call screen.
Clearly, the extremely "thoughtful" system had even prepared her means of contact with the organization.
Ever since Kurumi became a member of the organization, she had gone from shock to helplessly accepting the system's demands and carrying out the organization's missions. Under the guidance of Vermouth, who had become her teacher, Kurumi climbed step by step from a rookie who had not even seen blood within the organization. Now, with the King Crimson she had obtained through a stroke of luck, Kurumi had become one of the organization's high-ranking members.
Honestly, Kurumi had not accepted her identity or the missions that required her to kill or commit crimes at first.
But the hard facts were right in front of her.
Kurumi knew very well that from the moment she had been made a member of the organization, she had no way back. The missions lay before her. If she did not complete them, she would die.
Even though she possessed a Stand, she could not fight the organization alone when she still lacked complete intelligence on it.
Thus, faced with such a desperate life-or-death situation, Kurumi could only silently choose to accept it.
Kurumi could no longer remember how many times she had comforted herself with that excuse while carrying out missions. By the later stages, she had even become accustomed to taking other people's lives.
That was the simplest truth.
But a dark identity was not a long-term solution.
Although Kurumi could no longer clearly remember the entire plot of Conan, the one thing she could be certain of was that governments around the world had long set their sights on this organization. No one knew when this massive organization would be wiped out in one fell swoop.
Thus, in order to find herself a way out and accumulate more points to become stronger, Kurumi transformed into Wang Zhenxiang Jingze and began making a name for herself within the organization like crazy.
And she had done so for a full two years.
Yes, Kurumi had already spent two full years in this world.
Though Kurumi still looked sixteen years old on the outside, behind that appearance, her hands had already been stained with the blood of countless people.
Time Erased by King Crimson
In the bedroom, Kurumi lay on her bed, thinking all sorts of random thoughts, and unknowingly fell asleep.
The next morning...
"Yawn~" Kurumi, still bleary-eyed, let out a huge yawn and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Wait, didn't I skip my bath last night?"
Seemingly realizing that she had fallen asleep soon after getting home the previous night without bathing or changing clothes, Kurumi raised her arm, leaned over, and sniffed her smooth underarm.
"Mm... no smell, but I should take a shower first!" A sweet fragrance entered Kurumi's nose with every breath.
"How should I put it..." Kurumi found it somewhat amusing. Was this what it meant to be in a two-dimensional world? Girls' bodies were always fragrant, and even sweat could be glorified as fragrant perspiration.
Besides, winter was not a season when people easily sweated. If she were still male, she would probably have shamelessly slacked off and merely changed clothes.
But unfortunately, she had long accepted her current situation and was extremely satisfied with this body. To avoid damaging her image, Kurumi decided it would be better to take a shower and change clothes.
No sooner said than done.
Taking a clean set of clothes from the wardrobe, Kurumi headed toward the bathroom.
"Get nice and clean~ Get nice and fragrant~"
Humming a strange tune, Kurumi took off her underwear and stockings, placed them in the laundry basket beside her, and entered the shower naked.
King Crimson!!!
After finishing her shower, Kurumi quickly dried herself with a towel, changed into fresh clothes, then returned to her bedroom, picked up a hair dryer, and sat on the bed to dry her hair.
Ding! A new main quest has been issued.
Just as Kurumi was drying her long black hair, the long-unheard system notification sounded once more.
"Fine, fine. I knew it."
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