Guchuan: You're Right

"Did Guchuan really end up buying this armor?"

"Shin… Shinichi!"

"What's wrong?" Conan looked at the trembling Professor Agasa.

"This armor is moving!"

"What?!"

Conan turned around and saw the armor had already raised the sharp blade in its hand.

Conan's mind went blank. All he could recall was the painting called 'Divine Punishment' and Curator Ochiai killing Boss Manaka.

"Bang!"

The sharp blade slammed heavily into the ground next to Conan, sending out a shower of sparks.

Poor Professor Agasa had already fainted from fright. Conan, scared stiff, plopped onto the ground and quickly used the Anesthetic Needle, newly made by Professor Agasa, to shoot at the armor.

But the Anesthetic Needle bounced off the armor; it didn't react at all.

The sharp blade in its hand was raised again. Conan stood up, wanting to escape, but the armor kicked him against the wall. His watch, too, was nowhere to be found.

Looking at the gleaming sharp blade, Conan closed his eyes in fear.

"Ah!"

The imagined pain never came.

Conan slowly opened his eyes and saw that the armor had set its sharp blade aside and removed its helmet. A familiar face was revealed beneath the helmet.

"Guchuan?!"

"Good evening," Guchuan said, holding the helmet.

Turning on the lights in the room, Guchuan thoughtfully helped Conan up.

"You went too far! How could you play such a prank?!" Conan looked at Guchuan with a face full of lingering fear.

He genuinely thought he was about to be killed.

"I went too far? Is it worse than you prying open my door lock and breaking into my Collection Hall?" Guchuan glanced at Conan, annoyed.

"Ahaha, Professor Agasa seems to have fainted," Conan deflected the topic, rushing to Professor Agasa's side to check on him.

Guchuan came to Professor Agasa's side, knelt down, and took his pulse.

"He's fine, just fainted from fright."

"Guchuan, I didn't realize you could take a pulse," Conan asked curiously.

"I know a little bit of everything," Guchuan said shamelessly.

Conan curled his lip, clearly not believing Guchuan's words.

"Guchuan, you have so many handguns here. They weren't all obtained through legal means, were they?" Conan suddenly asked.

"That's right," Guchuan admitted readily.

"I don't gamble, indulge in prostitutes, or do drugs. These are my only hobbies," Guchuan picked up a handgun casually, played with it for a moment, then set it aside.

Conan's mouth twitched. Your attitude doesn't make it seem like you value these things at all!

"That's illegal, you know."

"Breaking into my Collection Hall without permission is also illegal, you know," Guchuan said with a smile playing on his lips.

"Ku~do~ Shin~ichi."

Conan wasn't surprised to hear his real name called out.

"You really did figure it out."

"Do I need to explain my deduction process?" Guchuan asked.

"No, I already know," Conan replied.

Guchuan nodded. It's good if he can figure it out on his own.

"So, what is a high school detective like you doing looking for me?" Guchuan asked.

"I just came to tell you that the reason I shrunk is because of a mysterious Organization. If you reveal the secret of me shrinking, it might attract the Organization's attention, and then they'll kill you to silence you," Conan said with a serious expression.

"Oh, oh," Guchuan nodded dismissively.

"Don't take this lightly!"

Seeing Guchuan's indifference, Conan grew a little anxious.

"I'm not joking with you."

"I know," Guchuan said with a smile, putting his arm around Conan's shoulder.

"Conan, have you ever taken a bath with your sister Ran?"

"What are you talking about?!" Conan pushed Guchuan away, his face bright red.

We're talking about something very serious, and you suddenly steer the conversation to something so absurd!

"Don't be shy," Guchuan said with a smirk.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

Damn it, how did you figure that out?

"If I turned into a kid, I'd definitely do some things adults find inconvenient, just like you," Guchuan said, patting Conan's head.

"I didn't do it on purpose, it was Ran, she…"

"You don't need to say anything, I understand," Guchuan interrupted Conan.

Damn it, you don't understand anything at all!

"Guchuan, that Organization is really terrifying," Conan said, deciding to steer the conversation back.

"So, you want me to help you deal with that Organization?" Guchuan asked.

"That's right," Conan nodded. "Your father is a high-ranking official in Japan. I want to use you to let the Japanese high-ups know about this criminal organization that exists in Japan."

Then you've really come to the wrong person.

Guchuan kept staring at Conan, making Conan feel embarrassed.

"Guchuan Yuan isn't a good official. He might even be colluding with that mysterious Organization."

"What?" Conan clearly hadn't expected Guchuan to say that about his father.

Conan knew nothing about the affairs of the high-ranking Japanese officials. Since Guchuan said that, his father wasn't a reliable person after all.

Damn it, things just got more complicated.

"This is my address. If you need help, you can come find me. But if you want me to help you contact the high-ups, then don't bother coming to me. I can't help with that."

Guchuan handed Conan a slip of paper.

"2-20 Beika Town, Tokyo? Isn't that right next door to my house?" Conan exclaimed in surprise.

I remember there was no one living next door.

"That's right. I originally wanted to be your neighbor, but I didn't expect you to be living with your childhood friend," Guchuan teased.

"Aren't you living with your father?" Conan asked.

"No."

Conan glanced at Guchuan, then started to think.

"You knew what kind of official and person your father was, so you didn't want to live with him, right?"

Guchuan blinked, saying nothing.

"The illegal acts you committed before, they were actually a way of protesting against your father, weren't they?"

Guchuan still didn't speak.

"You were powerless to change your father's thoughts and actions, so you could only express your dissatisfaction in your own way. As expected, you live a very painful life."

Guchuan neither shook nor nodded his head.

He was also thinking about the character Conan had imagined for him, and whether he should accept it.

"Your mental illness also appeared because of your father, didn't it?" Conan continued to analyze logically.

He instantly understood the reason for Guchuan's constant abnormal behavior, and his gaze towards Guchuan was filled with pity.

Because he couldn't bear to see his father's corruption, he went abroad in his early years and refused to come back. Even after returning to Japan, he wouldn't go to see his father.

So, Guchuan is actually an upright person.

"Oh, where is this?"

At this moment, Professor Agasa woke up.

He rubbed his eyes and saw Conan and Guchuan standing together.

"I remember there was a moving armor earlier?"