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Chapter 37: Conan, Open Your Eyes — I Am Kudo Shinichi
Watching her younger brother turn and walk off without a second thought, Kouka Miyauchi muttered under her breath.
"Seriously — he got bored after an hour of shopping and barely spoke to Megumi…" It had only been a week since school started, but Kouka and Megumi had already become close enough to call one another by name.
"Kouka, what were you just saying?" Megumi Kato asked when she heard the low complaint.
"I was talking about my little brother. He's always so expressionless. Ever since he started high school he's been doing who-knows-what all day — sometimes I think the class treats him like a weirdo," Kouka said, letting herself complain about Renji for once.
Megumi tilted her head. Though today was her first time meeting Renji Miyauchi in person, there was something warm and sunny about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on. How could someone so oddly magnetic be labeled a weirdo at school? She shrugged the thought off and helped Kouka at the club fair, leaving curiosity for another day.
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Renji, on his way home, had come to a different conclusion: he shouldn't drink Immortal's Happy Tea every day. Keeping his Pure Yang Body constantly heightened attracted attention — which explained the sports-club reps earlier. He made a mental note to cut it back.
Returning home later than usual, Renji nearly collided with Professor Agasa, who was coming back after an errand.
"Professor Agasa — you just got back?" Renji greeted.
Agasa blinked, distracted, then smiled awkwardly. "Oh — Miyauchi. Back late today?"
"I was helping my sister with the club fair," Renji answered briefly.
Agasa nodded, but looked preoccupied. Before either could ask more, a commotion from the alley snapped their attention. Yellow Temperance — Renji's strange, mobile ripple manifestation — shot forward at his feet.
Peering through Yellow Temperance's perspective, Renji saw an unconscious boy in the alley and a heavyset woman nearby. The tableau clicked in his mind with the familiarity of an old plotline.
Isn't this the classic early Conan setup? he thought. Kudo Yūsaku and Yukiko staging a scene to take their son out of Japan — the "Conan kidnapping" bit. Renji retracted Yellow Temperance and smiled inwardly. The plot had reached that point.
If the plot was familiar, Renji could relax — except that the scenario had Conan being spoon-fed and made to lie down. Not making some trouble would be a disservice to the little detective, he decided.
Professor Agasa had already noticed the noise and looked nervous. Renji feigned casual curiosity. "Professor, is that noise coming from the alley?"
Agasa wiped his brow. "Probably animals… stray cats or dogs. They usually leave on their own."
Renji offered, "I grew up in the countryside — I can check it out. Raccoon dogs included." He strolled toward the alley, leaving Agasa twitching with anxiety.
Inside the alley Yukiko Kudo — disguised as a plump middle-aged woman — had already finished her performance. She'd knocked out her son's sleeping body and now collapsed into the practiced role of a distraught mother. Practiced lines tumbled out: "My son Conan is terribly ill — can you take us to the hospital?"
Agasa, flustered but helpful, agreed to fetch his car. Yukiko hurried over to him, slipping into full acting mode and introducing herself as Fumiyo Edogawa, the worried mother who'd returned from abroad. Her performance glittered with professional polish; Renji found himself impressed despite the scene's cheapness.
Watching her tearful face, Renji couldn't help but think: If I hadn't seen the script, I might have believed it too. Dealing with Yukiko's theatrics cost him a few brain cells, but Agasa's prompt action got them moving. Yukiko left hurriedly in Agasa's Beetle, clutching Conan and murmuring a parting line about meeting again.
As they drove off, a tiny fragment of Yellow Temperance — a detachable sliver of his ripple form — slipped free and latched onto the woman's stuffed disguise. Renji knew the fragment could survive only a short while without organic matter, but the cotton padding would sustain it for long enough. No immediate danger.
He'd worried they might drive too far, but the car stopped roughly six or seven kilometers away — close enough that further ripple senses confirmed their location. Relieved, Renji leisurely finished his convenience-store bento, then began drafting his diary entry for the day.
He wrote a teasing note to Kuroneko about her chuunibyou prose, nudging her toward a more practical path: VTuber or streamer rather than light-novel hardship. Then, sensing a swell of Curse-sense from multiple directions as the evening deepened, he prepared to move.
At ten o'clock Renji slipped out with Jerry. He avoided cameras and used Yellow Temperance to change his appearance at inconspicuous spots. Jerry, nervous but curious, poked its head out from Renji's pocket as they moved. When they reached Conan's location, Renji slowed.
Yellow Temperance extended and scouted ahead. From a distance he saw Conan, bound and lying on the dusty floor, awake but playing the part of the sleeping boy. Nearby, the two supposed Black Organization members dozed on a sofa, apparently anesthetized.
Renji smiled. They really are going all out on the setup. He nudged Yellow Temperance to slip closer and, with a ripple nudge, made the couple truly fall asleep. Then he altered his appearance into Kudo Shinichi's likeness and slipped into the room.
Thanks to the web, Renji could easily find famous footage and interviews of Kudo Shinichi and imitate his mannerisms. Crouching beside Conan, Renji lowered his voice and spoke in a practiced Shinichi tone.
"Conan, open your eyes. I am Kudo Shinichi."
At those words Conan startled — he had not yet experienced impersonations by Kaito Kid or Hattori Heiji, so this was new. Hearing his own name in that voice, Conan forced his eyelids open.
In the dim light, Conan saw a man crouched before him who looked exactly like his older self, wearing an amused expression. Conan's eyes flicked to the doorway where the two men lay asleep. Were they anesthetized? A flurry of possibilities ran through the boy's brilliant mind.
This man hadn't shown aggression yet. It seemed worth talking.
Conan fixed a serious look on the man who looked like Shinichi. "Who are you? Are you with that organization?"
Renji shrugged playfully and sat cross-legged. "Don't be so grim. What if I really am Shinichi Kudo?"
Conan's disbelief hardened. Renji leaned in, speaking in a tone meant to unsettle as much as to curiosity-pique.
"Think about it. Which is more plausible — a poison that transforms a high school student into an elementary schooler, or some advanced 'relic' technology that uploads consciousness into data, then downloads it into another brain to achieve something like immortality?"
At Renji's probing, Conan's expression shifted from suspicion to concentrated thought. The boy's razor logic could not dismiss possibilities simply because they were fantastical. In an age of rapid network advancement and emergent AIs, Renji suggested, datafication of consciousness didn't sound entirely impossible.
Could his original memories have been manipulated? Could someone have copied his consciousness into a clone or a different body? The more Conan thought, the more threads of doubt spiderwebbed through his mind. What if the poison was a cover for some technological extraction? he wondered.
His reasoning raced toward all manner of hypotheses: secret organizations cultivating clones, memory transference, staged retrieval of consciousness at the brink of death…
Conan's forehead beaded with sweat as he chased each possibility. Then he looked up at the man who had been guiding his thoughts with a faintly mocking smile. Only then did Conan realize he'd been shepherded into this line of thinking.
Renji's voice was soft, almost teasing. "You've got a brilliant mind, Conan. But sometimes the simplest explanation is the one most people miss. Tell me — who are you really trying to save by staying in Japan?"
Conan's gaze flinched. The question landed deeper than Renji expected. In the manga, Conan's choice to remain by Ran's side was presented as sacrifice for love and safety. Now, hearing it framed as a practical question, Conan felt that twinge of doubt Renji had intended to provoke.
Renji let the silence sit, watching the boy mull over his own motives. He hadn't come to expose Conan or meddle for cruelty. He'd come to enjoy the scene, stir the pot a little, and — if the chance presented itself — have a small, harmless prank on the detectives.
For now, the impersonation would do. He had given Conan a thought that would linger, and that was enough mischief for one night.
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