Little Ai: Could Guchuan Actually Be a Good Person!?

Early the next morning, Little Ai prepared breakfast.

After dragging Guchuan out of bed, the two began eating.

"Little Ai, do you remember that kid named Conan?" Guchuan suddenly asked.

Conan? That detective who had shrunk?

Little Ai took a sip of porridge. She had originally wanted to seek that detective's help in developing an antidote. But now, she felt her life was pretty good. Although Guchuan often made her angry, this kind of life could go on.

As for that detective? Who cared about him~

"I don't remember."

"Really? It sounds pretty bizarre, but he used to be a high school student. Then a mysterious organization persecuted him and turned him into an elementary school student."

Bang!

Guchuan set down his chopsticks and looked in 'surprise' at Little Ai, who had slammed her spoon onto the table.

"How is that possible? Reality isn't a manga. How could a high school student be turned into an elementary school student?" Little Ai said in disbelief.

"Conan told me himself. The world is full of strange things. Just because we haven't seen something doesn't mean it doesn't exist," Guchuan said.

Little Ai's face darkened.

That stupid detective, did he not know how to keep his secret at all?

He had been so high-profile before, making himself into the 'Sleeping Elementary School Detective,' and now he had directly told Guchuan his true identity. Wasn't he afraid the organization would notice something was wrong?

And why tell Guchuan? Did Guchuan look like a good person?

"Maybe he's read too much manga. Don't boys just like letting their imaginations run wild?" Little Ai said.

"No, Professor Agasa vouched for him too. Professor Agasa is an old man who lives next door to us."

"Then maybe that old man is too old and muddleheaded," Little Ai said anxiously.

Guchuan smiled and rubbed Little Ai's head.

"Society is advancing. Don't reject new things like some old fossil. A drug that can make people young again may sound unbelievable, but it really exists."

"Got it." Little Ai restlessly stirred the porridge in her bowl.

I developed that drug myself. You're the old fossil.

After letting her thoughts run wild for quite a while, Little Ai gritted her teeth in hatred toward Conan.

With Conan as an example, would Guchuan start suspecting her identity too? At the thought that her current life might undergo a drastic change, Little Ai became extremely irritated.

Damn Shinichi Kudo.

"Big brother, shouldn't I be going to school?" For the first time ever, Little Ai called Guchuan "big brother."

To make herself seem like a normal child, Little Ai put on an innocent smile.

"School? How could you have such a terrifying thought?" Guchuan stared at Little Ai in horror.

"Isn't it normal for children to go to school? I've played enough. It's time for me to go back to school," Little Ai said, blushing.

Guchuan rubbed Little Ai's head.

"Have you ever seen me go to work?"

"No." Little Ai did not understand what Guchuan meant.

"I haven't gotten tired of not going to work for this long. How could a child like you be tired of playing?"

What child wanted to go to school? Was that normal?

"But you often go out and fool around. It's boring when I'm home alone," Little Ai said with a pout.

"Big brother isn't fooling around," Guchuan said seriously.

"Heh."

"Fine. Since you want to go to school, I'll find you one," Guchuan said.

Ding-dong~

The doorbell rang, and Little Ai exchanged a glance with Guchuan.

They had no friends. Who could be looking for them?

"You answer the door."

"Okay." Little Ai nodded, jumped down from her chair, and walked to the door.

"Hello."

The elementary school student in a suit greeted Little Ai.

Little Ai stared at him expressionlessly. Conan smiled awkwardly. Guchuan's little sister looked so cold.

"Who is it?"

"A little brat."

Little Ai reluctantly let Conan in.

She sat in her chair and ate as if no one else were there, making her dislike perfectly clear.

Conan did not mind. He had come to see Guchuan, not to care about a little girl's attitude.

He understood little girls like her best. Wasn't she just worried that someone would steal her big brother away?

"Big Brother Guchuan, I think I left my watch and bowtie at the Collection Hall," Conan said in his childish voice.

"What watch? What bowtie?" Guchuan asked, unaware of anything.

"I left them at your Collection Hall last night. And at the amusement park last time, Big Brother Guchuan took my watch and bowtie too," Conan said.

"Kid, don't make things up. Why would I take a child's things?"

Guchuan was extremely angry at being falsely accused.

Conan was left speechless. Then he spotted the disability certificate hanging from Guchuan's neck and suddenly understood—his condition had acted up again.

"Big Brother Guchuan, you've already taken two of mine."

"I said I didn't take them!"

Guchuan's expression darkened, his fury at being falsely accused vividly displayed. He pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket, stuffed it into Conan's hands, and shoved him outside.

"Just pretend I took them. This money counts as compensation."

Standing outside the closed door, Conan's face turned bright red. He had not come here to ask for money!

He had clearly wanted to discuss that mysterious organization with Guchuan. How had things ended up like this?

Little Ai looked at Guchuan suspiciously. That stupid detective's things had definitely ended up in Guchuan's pocket.

"Why do you like other people's things?" Little Ai truly could not understand.

"I'm a collector. I like things of value," Guchuan said seriously.

"Heh." Little Ai neither agreed nor disagreed, merely letting out a mocking laugh.

"You'll be starting school soon. Let me take you out to have some fun one last time," Guchuan said, draping an arm over Little Ai's shoulders.

Little Ai only felt her shoulders grow heavy.

You say you're taking me out to have fun, but you're clearly the one who wants to play, aren't you?

"Conan, did you get your Voice-Changing Bowtie back?" Professor Agasa asked as he looked at the dejected Conan.

"No. Guchuan said my Voice-Changing Bowtie wasn't with him, then stuffed a stack of money into my hands and said it was compensation," Conan said, plopping down onto the sofa.

"I don't think Guchuan looks like the sort of person who would lie," Professor Agasa said.

Although he had known Guchuan only briefly, judging from his behavior, he did not seem like a liar.

"Yeah." Conan nodded.

"Then why did you take Guchuan's money?"

"I wanted to return it too, but Guchuan threw me out right away. He didn't give me a chance to apologize at all. I can only wait until he calms down before apologizing." Conan was somewhat downcast.

"But what we should be doing now is having you make me another Voice-Changing Bowtie and Anesthetic Needle, Professor."

"Got it."

Gin: There's a mission.

Guchuan: I'm taking care of a kid. No time.

Gin: Your pay will be docked.

Guchuan: I don't care about that little bit of money.

At a bar, Gin crushed the cigarette in his mouth, in a terrible mood.

Aside from undercover agents, the organization was full of either useless trash or troublemakers. With people like this, when would they ever fulfill the organization's grand ambitions?

"Vodka, come with me to clean out some undercover agents. While we're at it, we'll teach a certain disobedient brat a lesson."

"Yes!" Vodka looked especially excited.

Damn brat. How dare you take my gun.