Conan: Guchuan, You're Too Kind!

Guchuan grew angrier the more he thought about it after leaving the bar.

Anyone would be upset after being inexplicably beaten, and Guchuan hadn't been this provoked in a long time.

After some thought, he figured Gin probably wouldn't kill him, so Guchuan decided to do something extremely reckless.

"Hello! I'd like to report a crime!"

"Yes, I'm a minor. I'm reporting a bar here that openly lets minors in and even tricked me into spending money."

"Boss, bad news! The bar's been surrounded by the police!"

Gin instinctively reached for his gun when he heard the news, but after fumbling around, he couldn't find his sidearm.

"Damn it!"

The police came and went quickly.

"Boss, who do you think was the jerk who spread the rumor that we tricked minors into spending money?" Vodka asked, his face swollen like a pig's head.

"Who else? Of course, it was that brat."

Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, the lighter he'd used to light it long gone.

That kid went too far. If he wasn't taught a harsh lesson, Gin figured he'd never learn.

"Do we have any Anesthetic Guns left?" Gin asked.

"I think there's one left in the bar, but we only have a dozen or so Anesthetic Needles," Vodka replied.

"Get more."

On the dim street, Guchuan was in a cheerful mood after getting his revenge on Gin. Even if Gin beat him up again, it would be worth it.

"Whoosh!"

A vintage car sped directly towards Guchuan.

Guchuan quickly climbed up a utility pole by the roadside. The vintage car stopped just before hitting the pole.

Two Men in Black got out, one of them holding a gun.

"Vodka, what the hell are you doing?"

Guchuan jumped down from the utility pole.

"Boss, I strongly suspect Vodka is an Undercover Agent from the Japanese Police within our Organization. If I hadn't reacted quickly, the Organization would have lost an elite member."

Vodka's mouth twitched, but he didn't pay attention to Guchuan's nonsense.

With Boss hating Guchuan so much right now, wouldn't Guchuan badmouthing him just make Boss trust him more?

"Did you bring the police here?" Gin asked.

"What police?" Guchuan frowned, looking bewildered.

Gin raised the Anesthetic Gun and aimed it at Guchuan.

His acting is so fake, he really should go to Hollywood for some training.

Conan rubbed his neck and climbed out of the trash can. Standing on the street, he sniffed his hands.

"Ugh~"

Conan leaned against a wall and retched.

"Which jerk threw me into the trash can?" Conan asked, his face full of indignation.

He remembered going out to find information about that mysterious Organization, and then he was knocked out by someone.

Conan thought for a moment, wondering who had knocked him out.

If it were that mysterious Organization, they would have probably silenced him or taken him back as a guinea pig. They wouldn't just throw him in a trash can and leave him.

Could it have been Guchuan?

"Beep beep~"

Conan received an email on his phone.

[Guchuan: Tokyo Tower, save me.]

"What?!"

Guchuan must have been kidnapped by that mysterious Organization!

Ignoring everything else, Conan quickly rode away on an electric scooter he found on the street. Amidst the scooter owner's curses, Conan drove further and further away.

"Guchuan!"

"Guchuan!"

"Guchuan, where are you?"

"Conan, I'm above you!"

"Huh? Up there?" Conan looked up and saw a person hanging from Tokyo Tower.

Guchuan was wrapped up like a zongzi and suspended from Tokyo Tower, not very high up. It wasn't a height that would kill him if he fell, as long as he didn't land headfirst.

"Were you tied here by The Organization?" Conan asked, craning his neck.

"Kid, get me down first."

"Oh, right."

Conan broke the rearview mirror of an electric scooter and used the shard to start climbing Tokyo Tower.

He slowly wore through the rope, and Guchuan fell.

"Guchuan, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, not dead." Guchuan slowly untangled himself from the rope.

"Did you find The Organization's people?"

"That's right." Guchuan nodded.

Then, Guchuan described to Conan the intense battle he had with The Winery.

Conan was knocked out by The Organization, and Guchuan desperately hid him in a trash can. Then, he fought fiercely with members of The Organization, but ultimately, he was outnumbered and captured.

"The Organization's people just tied you to Tokyo Tower?" Conan asked, confused.

Given how ruthless The Organization was, they wouldn't simply hang someone.

"Yes, but they seemed to have fed me some kind of medicine."

"What?!" Conan was shocked.

"What kind of medicine? Do you feel anything unusual now?"

"It seemed to be a capsule. I didn't feel anything after taking it." Guchuan was just making things up.

After Gin tranquilized him, he woke up to find himself tied to Tokyo Tower. Other than some pain from a few stick marks on his body, there was nothing else.

Saying he took medicine was just to trick the little detective.

"The medicine you took might be the same one that made me shrink! You should go to the hospital and get it checked out immediately!" Conan said anxiously.

"I don't feel anything. Maybe there was something wrong with the medicine they gave me," Guchuan said carelessly.

"That medicine might be a poison researched by The Organization. You took it and had a side effect of shrinking, while I took it and had no abnormal reaction, which is also very normal."

Conan thought about it and felt that what Guchuan said actually made some sense.

If The Organization knew about the side effects of this medicine, they definitely wouldn't have just left him at the amusement park. And Guchuan really didn't have any reaction.

What the heck!

The poison researched by this organization is so bad, yet they use it so confidently. Suddenly, he felt that The Organization was just mediocre.

"But to be safe, you should still go to the hospital for a thorough check-up," Conan said.

"I will, but let's head back first. Ran and Little Ai must be worried," Guchuan told Conan.

Conan nodded, but then suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Guchuan asked.

"The Organization already knows we're investigating them. If we go back now, we'll definitely implicate Ran and the others."

"They didn't actually see your face," Guchuan comforted him.

"Because things happened too quickly, I hid you when you were attacked. So they didn't clearly see what you look like, and children change the fastest. Maybe in a few months, you'll look completely different."

"The worst-case scenario is that they saw your face, but if they investigate, Ran and the others definitely won't escape."

Conan clenched his fists, looking at the bruised Guchuan, and a great sense of guilt welled up inside him.

"I'm sorry, Guchuan, I implicated you."

They might not have clearly seen his face, but they definitely knew what Guchuan looked like. If they found out Guchuan wasn't dead, they would definitely come after him again.

"It's nothing!" Guchuan patted Conan's shoulder, looking open-minded.

"What kind of person am I? They might not really dare to kill me. Besides, we're brothers, right? What are you apologizing for!"

Conan's eyes welled up.

Guchuan!

Damn it, how can you be so good!

Conan silently vowed in his heart that he would protect Guchuan in the future, even if it cost him his own life!