novelden Chapter 167 The Dark Attack
Chapter 167 The Dark Attack
"Hey kid! Hang in there a little longer, the medicine will take effect soon!"
Heiji Hattori gripped Conan's hand tightly, glancing anxiously at the doorway every now and then, calling out, "Stay calm, kid! Aren't you going to win the first edition of Sherlock Holmes?"
Damn it, how could a common cold develop into such a serious condition!
Looking at his panting body, Hattori Heiji regretted his recklessness for the first time so deeply!
The admonition from Kuromon Haruya after he brutally beat him up a few hours ago still echoed in his ears:
'All contact methods have been cut off, and there are no professional medical facilities on site. What if Conan's condition worsens or he has an undiagnosed alcohol allergy! If he's going to be a detective, he should at least act more mature.'
"Looking back now, that guy was right. I still have many shortcomings and mistakes." Hattori Heiji muttered to himself as he changed the wet towel on Conan's forehead, his fingers trembling involuntarily. "So kid! At least live long enough for me to apologize!"
"Ugh!"
Conan, who had fallen into a coma, suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to clutch his heart:
My chest feels so full, I can't get enough oxygen... I can't breathe!
Clutching his collar in agony, Conan gasped for breath, his body trembling uncontrollably as he huddled deep under the covers, writhing in pain.
Thump, thump, thump... My rapid heartbeat echoed in my ears, running at high load like an overloaded motor, constantly expanding.
Hattori's slightly panicked expression was right in front of him, but Conan could no longer make a sound. At that moment, he felt like a balloon that had been forced to its limit and was about to burst, his internal organs squeezing against each other, and every bone creaking as it grew!
Shinichi Kudo: No, this feeling isn't shock caused by a severe cold, but rather...!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Seeing Conan wrap himself in the blanket, Heiji Hattori couldn't accept it and stopped him abruptly: "Is this... a sudden heart attack?"
Using his extensive detective knowledge, he immediately unbuttoned Conan's shirt and laid him flat on his back, ready to perform CPR at any moment!
*Sizzle, tear*
The sound of fabric tearing came, and the reality was far from Hattori's expectations. The reason was that the elementary school student he was supporting was slowly growing bigger!
The increasingly thick waistline caused the shirt buttons to pop open, and the sleeves were constantly tearing apart along the seams, but it was much better compared to the lower body clothing.
After the young face opened, he could tell the identity of its owner without even comparing it: wasn't this the formidable rival he had been searching for for so long, Shinichi Kudo?
Hattori Heiji subconsciously glanced at the area he was particularly focused on. The shorts, which were meant for a primary school student's size, had been reduced to a tattered, open-crotch rag reminiscent of a wilderness scene. Presumably, the underwear underneath hadn't escaped the same fate either; it was just hidden from view, so he had to look from a different angle...
Hey! What are you looking at?!
When Shinichi Kudo opened his eyes, he saw Heiji Hattori, who was full of curiosity and had an expression that couldn't be more smug. He wished he could kick a soccer ball at him right then and there!
Damn it, how did this guy find out our secret?! Hei Men, where are you?! There's an emergency!
"Huh? You have the nerve to say that?" After being pushed away, Hattori Heiji, who was initially indifferent, suddenly felt a surge of stubbornness. "Couldn't you have given me a heads-up before suddenly getting bigger like you had a heart attack? You scared everyone around you half to death!"
"How was I supposed to know it would suddenly go back to normal!" Shinichi Kudo yelled back, pulling the only blanket over himself, then froze.
Wait, why did I suddenly revert to my original state? Did the medication finally wear off?!
"Then tell me what happened, suddenly you went from a little kid to an adult, you wouldn't... umm umm umm."
"Shh!" Shinichi Kudo covered his mouth and warned, "This is complicated. I'll explain it to you after I get dressed!"
Hattori Heiji grabbed him and started to act spoiled: "No way~ Who knows if you'll put on your clothes and run away? Explain it to me first."
"Stop messing around, let me go!" Shinichi Kudo kicked him.
"Oh~ You're covered up so tightly, you must be hiding something, right? Let me see~" Hattori Heiji dodged the attack and pounced.
bang——
The door was slammed open, and Kuromon Haruya, holding a borrowed phone in her right hand, led everyone into the room: "Hattori Conan! The pediatrician is here...!"
"..."
The first thing that catches the eye is the messy bed. Two handsome young men, one in black and one in white, are intertwined, their clothes disheveled. Hattori Heiji's shirt is ripped open, and his pants are loose. He's pinning the person beneath him down on the bed with one hand, exuding a domineering and handsome aura. Meanwhile, Kudo Shin, who's pinned down, has his cheeks flushed and is letting out a few shy, panting breaths. He seems to be...completely naked?!
At this moment, everyone reached a consensus: We've just accidentally wandered into a business meeting!
"Hey? Brother Kuromon, keep going about the situation...beep." With everyone's attention diverted, Kuromon Haruya hung up the emergency call with lightning speed, switched to his phone's camera, and the rapid-fire tapping almost left a blur.
Kyosuke Kazato, carrying a medical kit, squeezed through the crowd to the front. He hadn't forgotten the mission given to him by the organization: "Where are the young patients who need help? Uh, sorry to bother you."
Having said that, he was like a drop of ketchup that had accidentally been mixed with wasabi; although he was already contaminated, he still tried his best to leave.
"Wait, doctor, you're not in the wrong place." Recovering from her initial shock, Kuromon Haruya immediately tried to smooth things over: "This... young patient Kudo has a high fever, and we'd appreciate your treatment."
Shinichi Kudo: Kuromon-kun, you just laughed, didn't you!
"Strange, wasn't it Conan who had a cold before?" Shimizu Nanako leaned against the door, questioning with great interest, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be Kudo Shinichi."
"Oh right, where's Conan!" Ikuo Kawazu looked up and around, trying to find the little figure.
“Uh, Conan…” Hattori Heiji’s gaze shifted, and he tentatively looked at Kudo.
Shinichi Kudo shouted in alarm, "Conan has been taken away by his mother!"
Fujisawa Toshiaki suspected the two of child abduction: "They took them? How come we didn't know?"
"Shinichi, you went out for a drive with your aunt again, didn't you?" Looking at Shinichi, who was as restless as an ant on a hot plate, Haruya Kuromon adopted a detective's stance and deduced:
"Before handing over his phone, Conan sent you his address and information. Knowing that his cousin might not be able to win due to a cold, you had Aunt Edogawa take you to the hotel. This should have happened around the time we were solving the case in the garage."
You must have arrived in a motorcycle or similar vehicle with limited passenger capacity, otherwise there would be no reason for you to stay here, especially since Aunt Edogawa has a habit of speeding. Another piece of evidence is that you were completely naked, but there were no warm clothes in the room that would be suitable for winter; they must have been used to keep Conan warm…”
Thanks to the police officer's authority that had just been established, everyone was temporarily convinced after his detailed explanation, even though they were still puzzled: "I see! What a deep brotherly bond!"
At this moment, Shimizu Nanako, who had been keeping an eye on things, spoke up: "Then why are they lying on the bed like this?"
Kuromon Haruya pondered for a moment, gave him a knowing look, then turned away with his hands behind his back:
"...I won't interfere in the romantic entanglements of young people!" This is probably what astrologers mean by a dark attack.