Zongman: Becoming Prime Minister in the Conan Universe

"My apologies, Detective Mōri. It must have been a lot of trouble for you to look after my son during this time."

"Conan has been eating at your place all this time, and it must have cost quite a bit. This is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it. You absolutely mustn't refuse."

Yukiko Kudō, disguised as a plump aunty, took out an envelope from her bag and handed it over.

Kogorō Mōri still had some basic decency. He repeatedly waved his hands, pushing the envelope away:

"You're too kind. I quite like this kid Conan, and besides, how much can a child like him spend? You're being too polite; it makes me feel embarrassed."

The moment Kogorō Mōri's hand touched the envelope, his expression changed slightly. That plump face of his instantly didn't want it anymore.

This envelope is thick!

If it's filled with ten-thousand-yen bills, a stack this thick must be at least a million yen!

This kid Conan, who seems so unremarkable, actually has such a wealthy family?

"Oh my, Detective Mōri, please accept it. This child is quite naughty, and he's probably caused you a lot of trouble. If you don't accept this, I'll feel bad."

Yukiko Kudō pushed the envelope back again.

Kogorō Mōri's mindset had changed by now. He nodded gravely:

"Conan, that little rascal, sometimes he's quite mischievous, always running around at crime scenes, making me explain to the police officers every time."

"Since you've put it that way, Ms. Edogawa, if I still refuse, it would be disrespectful to you. I see you look busy with work. If you need someone to look after the child in the future, you can send Conan over anytime."

"My daughter is a good cook, and looking after a child is no problem at all, hahaha!"

As he spoke, Kogorō Mōri couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Don't mind that he had gained some fame recently; being a detective wasn't an easy way to make money.

If he encountered a murder case, even if he solved it on the spot, there was no money in it, okay? That was helping the police.

Instead, jobs like tracking down mistresses or finding lost pets were the ones that made money.

Therefore, Kogorō Mōri's life had always been quite tight. A job that easily earned a million yen, where else could he find one!

At this moment, Conan was completely dumbfounded.

My name and identity are completely fake, how could I have a mother!

So, who is this person? Could it be that my identity has been exposed? Is she from the Black Organization?

Just as Conan was completely dazed, Yukiko Kudō, disguised as the plump aunty, calmly walked to his side, tugging at his clothes:

"Let's go, Conan. Stop bothering them. Mommy will take you out for a big meal first."

Conan finally snapped back to his senses. He said urgently, "You're not my mommy! Sister Ran, she's not my mommy, she's a big fat ugly woman!"

Beneath the mask, veins throbbed on Yukiko Kudō's forehead.

Are you cursing me to die, you little brat?

Yukiko Kudō immediately started acting. Tears welled up in her eyes as she dabbed the corners of her eyes: "Conan, Mommy knows it's been hard working all this time, neglecting to take care of you~"

"But why is Mommy working so hard to earn money? Isn't it all for you, to give you a good life? Mommy knows she's wrong, but Mommy hopes you can understand."

Seeing the plump aunty in front of him burst into tears, Kogorō also put on a stern face, hands on his hips: "Not only did you make Mommy sad, but you also made Mommy angry."

As a child from a single-parent family, Ran had always been sensitive about her mother. Hearing Conan's words, she really got angry.

Yukiko Kudō's acting skills were truly excellent. Just now, when she was chatting with Kogorō Mōri, she had mentioned many things about Conan when he was younger.

Seeing her speak so convincingly and excitedly about her son, Ran and Kogorō Mōri were immediately convinced of their mother-son relationship.

On account of the one million yen, Kogorō Mōri also put on a stern face: "You little rascal, how can you talk to your mommy like that? Even Uncle Mōri is getting angry now!"

Just as Conan was about to argue, Yukiko Kudō leaned close to him and whispered, "If you don't come with me, then I'll have no choice but to deal with Mōri and Ran right here."

"You probably don't know, but there's a sniper aiming here from outside."

Hearing this, Conan broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately dared not say more and forced a smile: "Mommy, please don't cry. It was my mistake."

Only then did Yukiko Kudō smile. She bid farewell to Kogorō Mōri and Ran, and left the detective agency with him.

Ran saw the two off, watching them get into the car, and felt a sense of relief. It was good that Conan and his mother were reunited; it was better than staying with Professor Agasa.

Following Professor Agasa and eating instant noodles every day was really not good for a child's growth.

A Land Rover was parked at a crossroads not far from the Mōri Detective Agency.

Tōru Fujiwara, in disguise, sat in the driver's seat, calmly looking ahead.

In the back of the car, Ai Haibara, wearing a mask and hat, occasionally glanced at Tōru Fujiwara in the driver's seat.

Tōru Fujiwara was dressed in black and wearing a black hat. His cold demeanor greatly resembled that of the members of the Black Organization.

Sometimes, Ai Haibara herself would feel a moment of panic, thinking she had been caught by someone from the Organization.

She couldn't stand the silence in the car any longer and asked, "What are you waiting for here?"

Tōru Fujiwara held a tablet computer in his hand. A red dot on it was approaching their location. He replied, "I'm waiting for someone. They're here. Xiao Ai, sit tight and make sure to fasten your seatbelt!"

As he spoke, Tōru Fujiwara stepped on the accelerator, controlling the car's speed to meet Yukiko Kudō's car.

After getting back into the car, Yukiko Kudō immediately put on a stern face, the previous gentleness she had shown at the detective agency gone.

Conan, sitting in the passenger seat, also calmed down at this time. He asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Don't ask too many questions. You'll know when we get there, Shinichi Kudō."

The words 'Shinichi Kudō' made Conan's pupils shrink violently.

Sure enough, she's from the Black Organization, and she even knows my identity!

Conan's heart pounded: "Are Uncle Mōri and Ran okay?"

"As long as you're obedient, they'll be fine. But if you're not obedient, then I don't know what will happen."

After a pause, Yukiko Kudō couldn't help but ask, "...Besides caring about that father and daughter, don't you care about your own parents?"

Conan was taken aback: "Oh, right... No, that's not right, what did you do to my parents?!"

Yukiko Kudō almost choked.

This little brat really doesn't even care about his own parents?

She gritted her teeth: "Their life or death will also be decided based on your performance."

As she spoke, the car stopped at a red light at the crossroads.

Countless thoughts flashed through Conan's mind at this moment.

Should he try to escape?

This woman wasn't very vigilant. Right now, at the red light, was his best chance to escape.

But if he escaped, would this organization harm Uncle Mōri, Ran, and his own parents?

Just as Conan was agonizing over what to do, a Land Rover came rushing towards them.

At first, Yukiko Kudō didn't pay much attention, but soon she realized something was wrong. That car was aiming for them!

Yukiko Kudō was shocked. Wanting to step on the accelerator and turn the steering wheel was already too late. The Land Rover, at an extremely well-calculated speed, crashed right into their car's front!

With a "bang," the car's airbags deployed. The not-so-sturdy car spun three times on the spot.

Conan, sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head, and his head hit the door frame, causing him a sharp pain.

But this pain also allowed him to quickly come to his senses. Although he didn't know what had happened in this car accident, it made him make up his mind.

That was, to run!

He quickly unfastened his seatbelt, opened the passenger door, and bolted out.

Yukiko Kudō wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Due to her disguise as a fat woman, and with the airbags fully deployed in the car, it was difficult for Yukiko Kudō to move around in the cramped space.

Just as she was about to pull Conan back, her eyes suddenly widened. She looked in horror as the Land Rover in front opened its door, and a man dressed in black got out.

Conan, who had run out from the passenger seat, also noticed the man in black. His expression froze for a moment. In that instant, the man in black had already dashed in front of him and delivered a chop to the side of his neck.

Conan's mind was filled with confusion before he fainted.

What's going on? Why is this organization fighting amongst themselves!?

Tōru Fujiwara, who had easily knocked out Conan, grabbed him by the back of his collar, casually threw him into the car, started the Land Rover, and drove away.

Yukiko Kudō struggled to climb out of the car. She could only watch as the Land Rover drove away, leaving a trail of exhaust.

Conan had once told Professor Agasa about the appearance of the people who had drugged him.

Professor (Hiroshi) Agasa had also told Yukiko Kudō about this matter.

Therefore, seeing the appearance of someone who looked like a member of the Black Organization, and who had even captured Conan, Yukiko Kudō completely panicked.

She had only intended to pretend to be from the Black Organization; how could she have encountered the real deal? This was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight!

She hurriedly took out her phone and made a call: "Yūsaku, bad news! Shinichi has been captured! I'm not kidding you, just now, I saw people from that organization, he was taken away by them!"

...So...

As Conan faded in and out of consciousness, he felt someone moving him.

When he finally managed to regain a little awareness, he found his hands and feet bound, and he was lying on a cold operating table.

He looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and the shadowless lamp, and various terrifying experiments came to mind, with him as the experimental subject.

Vaguely, he thought he heard two people talking: "Sherry, how are the preparations?"

"I'm preparing to draw his blood, Maraschino. The equipment here is quite good. Just drawing blood is a bit of a waste. I plan to extract some of his bone marrow as well."

"You won't draw him to death, will you?"

"No, I'm confident in my technique. He's awake. Wait a moment, I'll give him an anesthetic."

The next instant, Conan felt a pain in his arm, as if some drug was being injected into his body. His vision went dark, and he fainted again.

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