Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 169 Born Evil... Edogawa

He poured the remaining tea from his cup into his mouth, got up and walked towards the front desk to grab a towel, then prepared to go back to his room to change and soak in the hot spring.

Conan stretched out Er Kang's hand, "Wait for me, Shen Gege..."

But all I got in return was a silhouette.

Conan's eye twitched, and he prepared to go to the front desk to get a towel as well...

"Hey, what's wrong with you, man in black? Didn't I tell you to just take the room number and a towel and go take a bath?"

A man in black?!

Conan's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned to look...

A man wearing round glasses, looking somewhat dazed and a slightly older-looking man in a black windbreaker, stood silently in place, unsure of what to say.

"I...I..." The man in black fell silent for a moment, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to begin.

"What... it's not Gin." Conan lowered his head in disappointment.

If it were Gin, plus himself and Shen... dealing with a strategist would be a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, that's not the case...

He shook his head. Lately, for some reason, after talking with Hattori, he had become unusually sensitive to the word "men in black."

However... Conan glanced at it again... habitually gathering information.

The man in black clothes and goggles appears to have severe social anxiety and is unable to communicate normally with people.

In addition, the receptionist's somewhat impatient tone may have made her even more physically and mentally tense, making it impossible for her to speak.

Moreover... the other person's head was always looking towards the door... towards the keyhole of the door.

Conan's brain was instantly pierced by a laser... He understood.

The naturally kind-hearted Conan walked over with his hands in his pockets. "Hey... receptionist, he probably meant his lock was broken..."

The receptionist's pupils constricted sharply as she looked around, only to find no one there.

What?! What's going on? Could it be haunted?!

Conan: ...........

He reached out and tugged at the receptionist's trouser leg. "I'm here..."

The receptionist then looked down and saw it, scratching her head apologetically, "Sorry... you're too short, I didn't see you."

Conan's pupils widened as he looked at the other person with the same questioning gaze one would give a victim.

What does this receptionist mean?

hiss...

Despite it being summer, the receptionist suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and looked down at the little child.

Masaka...so unlucky, running into a naturally evil brat?

He had overheard a taxi driver mention this during a family gathering...

On one of his orders, he encountered a naturally evil brat... The mere aura of death emanating from him terrified him; his eyes held a gaze that seemed to say, "Killing a hundred or a thousand people wouldn't sway me in the slightest."

If it grows up, Beika Town will probably descend into chaos in the future.

He initially took it as a joke; how could there be such an evil brat in this world?

However, that feeling of palpitation was something my body was emitting on its own, and coupled with the other person...

Strange attire...an aura of death, wearing glasses...

Could we really have run into him?

The receptionist swallowed hard. "I know... I'll go to that gentleman's room to take care of it right away."

After saying that, he walked towards a certain room without looking back.

Cohen's face stiffened. He looked down at the bespectacled elementary school student, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Why are you still here? I've been waiting for you for ages..." A short-haired woman with tattoos on her face came out of the room, and after seeing Conan, she looked puzzled. "Huh, what's this elementary school student doing here..."

Conan's lips twitched, and then he explained what had just happened in a childlike, innocent tone.

"Phew..." Chianti let out a breath. "Oh, so that's how it is! You scared me to death! I thought you'd run into some silver-haired man in black..."

Cohen shook his head and said, "Thank you very much... I... I'll treat you to dinner..."

"No, no..." Conan said with a grin, his hands covering his head, but his pupils suddenly contracted halfway through his sentence. "Who did you just say?"

He subconsciously mistook the silver hair in the other person's words for an angel...

Although Gin's hair color has now turned a silvery-white from worry... but... judging from that socially awkward guy just now, how could the brewery possibly hire someone like that?

They're probably talking about Angel... or some other passerby.

"What? You know him too?" Chianti asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Is his name Ah-Jin?" Conan suddenly became excited.

"Uh..." Chianti thought for a few minutes before remembering that Gin's name was Kurosawa Jin, and nodded.

"Phew...that's right." Conan's lips curled into a wicked smile upon hearing this.

Since Shen'er doesn't want to join the organization, but... there are other members too.

As long as I demonstrate my reasoning skills to the other party, joining the organization is a sure thing.

"Um... the room has been repaired." The receptionist walked hesitantly to Conan's side, swallowing hard.

I was terrified that I would die here at any moment...

"Ah, it's fixed... then everything's fine." Conan didn't bother with the front desk clerk and just gave a few perfunctory replies.

Seeing an adult so terrified in front of a child, Chianti was immediately thrown into a mental frenzy...

"Strange clothes...wearing glasses. If you encounter a kid like that, remember to run as far away as possible."

The sound of Vutega echoed in her ears again...

"What, what's your name?" Chianti asked Conan, seemingly conjuring up some terrifying imagery.

"Edogawa... Conan." Conan tilted his head in confusion...

Chianti gasped. Such a young child, orchestrating a terrorist attack with bombs—a criminal mastermind, using the appearance of a child to lure people with malice to kill. The veiled FBI...

Moreover, Gin seems to have the idea of ​​recruiting this kid.

Are you kidding me? If this kid were recruited, wouldn't the organization be in chaos?

That's incredibly audacious...

"I...I..." Cohen was still caught up in the fact that Conan had rejected his invitation to dinner.

I'm extremely upset. Does he look down on me, or is it because I wasted his time?

Or I should just atone with my death.

"Shut up, Cohen..." Chianti, who was already a little nervous about encountering the naturally evil brat, couldn't help but feel annoyed after hearing Cohen's stammering words.

Cohen is such a nuisance... He's always talking about being socially awkward.

It's also because of him that I'm having trouble getting promoted... What if Cohen were to die unexpectedly during a mission...

Snapped!

Chianti smacked herself hard on the forehead, her pupils widening...

What was she thinking just now?

Why would someone harbor such malicious thoughts towards Cohen, who has saved them so many times?

"You know me? Are you An...? Did Jin and Uozuka mention me?" Conan asked.

Chianti snapped out of her daze upon hearing the sound, a flicker of fear appearing in her eyes.

Just as Vodka said, she had just... unknowingly let this brat conjure up her most malicious thoughts.

"Yes... Ah-Zhen thinks highly of you and even wants to invite you to join the organization," Chianti replied with a smile.

But inside I was really panicking... on high alert.

"Really?" Conan's big eyes lit up.

"Really, really... Um, we still have a mission, we have to go." Chianti casually gave an excuse, then pulled Cohen and walked outside at a rapid pace.