What Era Is It, Still Writing Traditional Diaries

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Conan struggled to stand up from the ground, finally able to meet the gaze of the person sitting on the floor.

Miyauchi Hiyage shrugged his shoulders.

"So, you still haven't given me your answer, my former classmate Shinichi Kudo."

Conan could only grit his teeth and say the words that were more likely to be true, then waited for the "truth" that would come from the other party.

"So, in your opinion, this world should be a little more scientific, right?" Miyauchi Hiyage smiled and looked at Conan in front of him.

"That's why you changed your original idea after I proposed a possibility that sounded more logical, isn't that right?"

Conan vaguely felt something was wrong.

Miyauchi Hiyage then raised his hand and pointed at the ropes binding Conan.

"But unfortunately, this world isn't as scientific as you think."

As Miyauchi Hiyage spoke, Conan felt the ropes binding him suddenly loosen.

Conan subconsciously looked at the ropes that had fallen to the ground, and then, to his surprise, discovered the problem at the point where they had broken.

The ropes on his body seemed to have been corroded by something, but when and how had the other party done it?

He tried to make a deduction in his own way, but the window behind him was closed, no mechanisms were found in the room, and the "himself" in front of him had been sitting there from the beginning, not moving at all.

Could it be a mechanism within the ropes themselves?

But thinking about the words the man had just spoken, Conan gritted his teeth and asked him, "So what's the truth about why I've become like this?"

Having regained his freedom of movement, Conan had already reached for the Stun-Gun Wristwatch on his wrist. As long as the other party made a dangerous move, he would use the Stun-Gun Wristwatch to put him to sleep.

"Your Stun-Gun Wristwatch should have been destroyed by them. Why don't you try it on me now?" Miyauchi Hiyage's words startled Conan again, and he could only awkwardly retract his hand.

Seeing Conan looking somewhat at a loss, Miyauchi Hiyage continued, "In all these years, have you ever wondered why the crime rate in Beika Town is so much higher than in other places?"

Conan had originally wanted to seriously present data to this "himself" to explain that the crime rate in Beika Town was still within the normal range, with only a slightly higher number of criminal cases. However, Miyauchi Hiyage didn't give him the space to speak, only hearing him softly call out, "Jerry."

A brown mouse the size of a palm emerged from his shirt pocket.

Conan stared at the mouse, which seemed a little different from an ordinary mouse, and Jerry was also sizing up Conan.

So this guy took a pill and turned from a big boy into this little thing?

This thing is fun. If only it could get a few more.

In the future, if it could go back, and if that Tom cat came looking for trouble again, it could give this thing to the other party.

Thinking this, Jerry friendly extended a paw to greet Conan.

Conan felt he must be seeing things. He could actually see a friendly expression on a mouse's face, and the other party even waved at him.

Miyauchi Hiyage's voice continued to sound in his ears.

"This is Jerry. As for its origin... if you were to analyze it from a scientific perspective, would you think it's more likely to be a modified rat that has undergone special modifications and possesses intelligence comparable to humans, or is it more likely to be a legendary Yokai Familiar?"

Conan's mind was a mess, as both possibilities seemed unscientific. Then he saw the other party take out another lens from his pocket and hand it to him.

"Do you want to know what this world is really like? Then put this on and go out with Jerry to see?"

Chapter 70: Interested in moonlighting as a savior?

Looking at the lens in front of him, Conan hesitated, unsure whether he should take it.

Jerry, on the other hand, was getting impatient and ran over to nudge Conan, signaling him to take it quickly.

Now that its Rat Breathing had achieved some success, it was waiting to teach a lesson to those unruly Grudges and Evil Spirits.

It's just that Miyauchi Hiyage's Pure Yang Body was too effective, and it couldn't see those things around him at all. Now that it had this opportunity, how could it miss it?

Conan looked at the "himself" in front of him, and after a long period of indecision, he took the lens.

He was going to be the Heisei era's Sherlock Holmes, the great detective who would unravel all mysteries.

No matter what tricks this man wanted to play, he wouldn't back down here.

Seeing Conan take the lens, Miyauchi Hiyage nodded in approval.

"Then, let me give you a reminder for now: no matter what you see, don't reveal that you can see it."

Jerry, however, was impatient. Miyauchi Hiyage hadn't even finished speaking when it tugged at Conan's shoe, signaling that it was time to go.

Conan, with mixed feelings, followed behind the overly intelligent mouse.

Even when passing by the two "members" of the Black Organization, he didn't even think that this was a good opportunity to figure out their identities.

After all, compared to the Black Organization, this "himself" who suddenly appeared before him, and the "truth" of this world, were more important to him.

The time was approaching midnight. Walking on the deserted street, after walking briskly for about one or two hundred meters, Conan suddenly realized, could he escape now?

The two people from the Black Organization were asleep, that "himself" had stayed put and hadn't followed, and now there was only a mouse in front of him.

If he were to escape now, it seemed like the best time.

But as soon as he had such a thought, before he could act on it, Jerry in front of him suddenly cried out excitedly, drawing his attention.

Conan looked ahead, but there was nothing there.

But judging by Jerry's reaction, it seemed to have "seen" something.

Conan subconsciously tightened the lens in his hand, hesitating whether to put it in front of his eyes.

But seeing Jerry wave hello to him before speeding ahead, Conan finally placed the suspicious lens over his left eye.

The next moment, through the lens, Conan's left eye saw a "mysterious being" in tattered clothes, hunched over, faintly exuding dark energy from its entire body.

Even though Conan had some idea of what to expect, seeing the terrifyingly grotesque creature before him, his heart couldn't help but race at that moment!

He took a trembling, deep breath, then removed the lens.

His vision was still empty, with nothing there. He only saw Jerry excitedly greeting the air.

Could this lens be equipped with some advanced augmented reality (AR) technology?

Conan flipped the seemingly ordinary lens in his hand back and forth, only to see some unfamiliar characters engraved on its edge.

It seemed to be Sanskrit.

However, before he could start studying it, an even more incredible scene unfolded before him.

Even without looking through the lens, lightning-like arcs still flashed from Jerry in front of him.

Immediately after, Jerry, transformed into an electric mouse, attacked the air with astonishing speed before his eyes.

Looking at the live footage without any special effects, Conan's worldview, built over more than ten years and only shaken once when he discovered his body had shrunk, completely collapsed at this moment.

This, was the truth of the world?

Could this rat really be a familiar from those ghost stories?

Conan quickly put the lens back to his eye.

The terrifyingly disfigured creature reappeared before him.

However, at this moment, the creature seemed to be filled with indignant rage at Jerry's attack.

But every time it touched the electric arcs emanating from Jerry, it was like a snail touching salt, only able to let out a miserable cry and retreat.

Until it suddenly noticed Conan, who was holding the lens and looking in its direction not far away, its pitch-black eyes turned fierce again.

"You can see it, right? You can see it too!?"

At this moment, Conan faintly heard such a voice in his ears.

He remembered the reminder from "himself": no matter what he saw, he had to pretend not to see it.

Could it be that these guys only attacked those who could see them?

Conan immediately came to this conclusion.

He then took the lens away, and his vision became spotless again. He could only see a super-powered rat "ravaging" the air before him.

Jerry even had time to wave at him, signaling that he could come closer for a closer observation.

Its expression seemed to say, with it around, these were just minor troubles.

Although Conan had suffered several major blows today, as the male protagonist, his psychological resilience was truly strong enough.

Even when faced with terrifying existences beyond reality, he could adjust his mindset in a short period, forcing himself to remain calm.

Therefore, Conan ignored Jerry's signal.

"He" had told him to pretend not to see, but his gaze had seemingly been discovered by the other party.

After all, it was the first time seeing something like this; surely no one could control their gaze?

Conan thought to himself, and then deliberately moved a few steps further away before taking out the lens again.

After being worn down by Jerry's repeated attacks, the dark energy around the creature had dissipated considerably, and it appeared much weaker.

But it still repeatedly uttered the chilling phrase "You can see it, right?" in a grating voice. Conan even felt that if he had nightmares in the future, this sentence would definitely appear in them.

And Jerry, after toying with the other party for a few minutes and finding that it still had no new tricks, lost interest in continuing to entangle with this brainless entity.

It directly burrowed into its "body" and used its powerful life energy to burn the grudge spirit from the inside out.

Having done all this, as the dark energy completely dissipated, Jerry pretended to wipe its forehead, then excitedly wanted to go find the next victim spirit.

Conan quickly called out to stop it.

"I've now seen what you wanted me to see. So, you should tell me what your purpose is now, right?"

Hearing Conan's words, Jerry felt a bit bored.

It hadn't even exerted itself yet, and this short human already didn't want to play anymore.

Never mind, there would be plenty of opportunities later. According to Miyauchi Hiyage's plan, wasn't it going to visit a black cat's house in a few days? It could bring a few grudge spirits as a welcoming gift then.

Thus, a few minutes later, Conan once again stood before the man wearing his face and returned the lens that allowed him to see the truth of the world.

However, this time, he had become even more cautious.

These were people with genuine supernatural powers. He had to figure out what this man wanted to do.

Putting away the lens, Miyauchi Hiyage no longer beat around the bush.

"Have you heard of spiritual energy resurgence?"

"Besides dealing with that Black Organization, you don't have anything else to do right now, do you?"

"Interested in moonlighting as a savior?"

Chapter 71: We Good Guys Have to Be More Cunning Than the Villains

Conan felt he had already experienced enough shock for one night.

He'd been kidnapped, his worldview had shattered, and now it was time to talk about being a savior?

Conan's mind had actually calmed down amidst this series of drastic events.

After a brief pause, he was even able to earnestly ask the "himself" sitting across from him about the enemies of this savior.

"As for enemies... Evil Spirits, Cursed Spirits, Vampires, Aliens, Espers, or perhaps in the future, beings from other worlds might intrude?" Miyauchi Hiyage said, resting his hands on his knees, sharing his understanding of this world. "Among these guys, there are always those who want to rewrite or even destroy the world according to their own will. Do you consider them enemies?"

Conan took everything his "self" said to heart, simultaneously believing that this "self" might be exactly the kind of person he was describing.

"Don't look at me like that. I haven't used any threats against you so far. Honestly, even if you refuse, I won't do anything to you. Do you know why?"

Miyauchi Hiyage pointed at Conan: "Because you're a detective like this. When a mystery is placed before you, no matter how dangerous, you'll pounce without hesitation to find the truth."