Chapter 85 Extra Story Small Events (2)

“No.” Gray said.

“Really?” Conan was a little nervous. He sat in the co-pilot and stared nervously at the back row.

Haiyuan felt serious again for a while, but still shook his head.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, but his face also became strange: “Since there is no organization, so this is not gin. Then, then he is…”

Haibara’s expression became disgusted and fearful, and there was an indescribable strangeness. She said coldly: “Depending on the situation, he is more like Gin’s illegitimate child.”

“Oh, no—” Conan groaned, feeling like he had a terrible headache.

Dr. A Li is now driving the child to the hospital. Conan just now persuaded Xiao Lan to stay with the reason that “the seats in the car are full, and there is an uncle to take care of”, but he did not follow.

If this child is really the son of Jin Jiu, and Jin Jiu doesn’t know what happened now, and if he can’t take him back for the time being… how do you explain it to Xiao Lan next?

Said this was the younger brother he had never met? No, he looks older than me, so call me brother?

No wonder!

The age of this younger brother is a problem. Saying that he has never seen it before is just nonsense!

– And after all, no matter how you look at it, this child is more like the son of Gin than himself!

twin? Say they are fraternal twins? The baby was always carried by the mother, so they never met?

Conan seriously considered the idea.

Well…for example, he is genetically like Dad, and he is genetically like Mommy…

Conan fantasized in his mind.

No, it’s not about the twins, it’s about him and the child who don’t look like the child of a pair of parents, okay!

Need to force nonsense?

“If he is really Gin’s son, we have to leave quickly after the treatment.” Haiyuan said coldly. She looked nervous.

Conan was taken aback: “What do you mean…pretend not to know?”

This is also a solution. But… in case something really happened to Gin… It would be too impersonal to not take care of his only entrusted son, right?

The child in the back seat frowned and said something vaguely.

Dr. A Li glanced at the child’s painful expression in the rearview mirror, and hurriedly said, “It’s almost there, the hospital is almost there, hold on.”

The child suddenly opened his eyes, glanced around alertly, and curled his knees to shrink himself.

If it weren’t for his lack of strength, he would probably retreat to the outermost side of the seat. But now sitting up so suddenly on guard, it also startled everyone.

“Are you awake? Who are you?” Conan asked.

The blond boy didn’t speak, and first glanced around carefully. When he saw Conan, his expression relaxed, and then he glanced at Haiyuan and the doctor lightly.

He answered the question: “I don’t need to go to the hospital. Just take antipyretics.”

As soon as the words came out, he himself was shocked – it was a childish child’s voice, in Gin’s memory, it was such a voice only when he was a child.

“I’ve given you antipyretics, but you won’t open your mouth.” Conan was annoyed.

“I’m awake, just take antipyretics,” he insisted.

Haibara looked at him, as if to speculate on what he said.

“Doctor, let’s go back. You, leave after taking your medicine,” she said.

The boy was a little surprised and nodded: “Okay.”

Dr. Li thinks this is nonsense. But this child was related to the ruthless killer named Gin, and they were not allowed to be careless. He turned the car around and drove back.

“Who the **** are you?” Conan avoided answering when he saw him just now, and he was really relieved when he saw him. This proves that the child has seen himself, or a photo. Then, the possibility that he was entrusted by Gin to find him increased.

Conan now wonders what happened to Gin.

“Is your father a gin?” Conan asked proactively.

Hai Yuan suddenly looked at Conan in fright, his face extremely terrifying. The doctor also slammed on the brakes in fright.

“Xin, Ke, Conan!” He reminded Conan a little scared.

Conan was at a loss as to why they reacted so much.

Shan Heqing tried his best to concentrate, he lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at his clothes.

Since he woke up, he felt that the world was very wrong.

The streets are unfamiliar and familiar, and the body feels strange when walking, Conan’s reaction after seeing Conan, and what he wears…

The hat, shoes and black trench coat are gone. The trousers were torn and turned into shorts for children. The light grey T-shirt was torn into short sleeves for small children. The body armor and all the weapons/equipment on the body are also gone.

Yes, myself…into a child’s body? !

Shan Heqing raised his face expressionlessly again, watching Conan analyze the various evidences that he was the son of Jinjiu, and was unsure whether to say that he was Jinjiu.

After thinking about it, he didn’t know why he became a child.

Who could turn him into this while he wasn’t paying attention? He was still in a daze, and he couldn’t think at all.

The connection vodka, who still couldn’t figure out the situation, was obviously unwise, and he was a little burned when he woke up. And why is Haiyuan so repulsive to himself?

Then…

Shan He said lightly, “Give me a name.”

“You don’t have a name?” Conan couldn’t believe it.

Shan Heqing glanced at him.

“Okay, okay, do you already have a wine name? Since you were a child?” Conan murmured, “Well…then you will change your name to Edogawa…Edogawa Kiyotaka.”

On one side, Haibara had a terrifyingly serious expression, looking at Conan in complete disbelief. I don’t understand him at all, like he’s going crazy, and he’s saying terrible things casually.

How could he, how could he say this in front of this child? !

“Edogawa Qingzhang?” Shan Heqing repeated. There is also a clear character in the name, and he is quite satisfied.

It’s impossible to grow flowers. The father’s name is Edogawa Kawasaki, and the son’s name is absolutely impossible to call Edogawa Kiyotaka – the father and son cannot share the same word.

“Qingzhang, from Matsumoto Qingzhang. He is a world-renowned neon mystery novelist.” Conan explained, “He is also known as the world’s three great mystery novels along with Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie.”

Sure enough. Conan’s name can only be found from the name of the mystery novelist.

Shan Heqing’s face was helpless.

The author has something to say: Conan: It is like this, Miss Lan. I’m genetically like mom, he’s genetically like dad, and we’ve never met. so…

Xiaolan (face expressionless): Are you trying to say that your mother is Xinyi?

Conan (black question mark face): …? !

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