Conan: Top succubus, crazy CP

Chapter 924 The Real Evil Demon King

Time always passes quickly during leisure time.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Early morning, Teitan.

"Conan, the comics you asked for."

"Ah, why are there so many?"

Early in the morning, Conan had just walked in from the classroom and sat down in his seat when Mitsuhiko came over with a heavy bag in his hand, and the table shook when he put it down.

"Of course, there are 24 volumes in total after all."

Mitsuhiko shrugged, looking like he was helping me a lot.

"24 volumes..."

Conan didn't expect that this comic has been serialized for so long.

Recently, due to someone's hobby, Suzuki Group has invested a lot of incentive funds in the two-dimensional world. Authors of various novels, animations, and comics have been updating their works crazily during this period.

The entire two-dimensional world is thriving, with everything flourishing and full of vitality.

"By the way, when you return them, remember to return them separately. If you return them together, it will be very tiring for me to move back." Before leaving, Mitsuhiko turned his head to remind Conan.

Conan was speechless. Why don’t you lend them to me separately?

There are so many, it must be tiring for him to carry them all...

Before Conan could finish complaining in his mind, a red figure sat down next to him, and Conan subconsciously shrank back.

Ai, wearing a red sweater, put the super backpack on the desk. She noticed Conan's little action and curled her lips slightly: "Oh, it turns out that the great detective also reads comics."

Conan: "..."

What are you talking about? Detectives are human beings too!

Conan had always kept a respectful distance from this black-hearted loli, never provoking her if possible. Hearing her words, Conan leaned back and chuckled dryly, "Even detectives need to relax their brains once in a while. What do you scientists know?"

"That's fine too."

Ai nodded in agreement, revealing a smile that Conan considered extremely evil. "After all, a lively little white mouse is always more suitable for experiments than a half-dead one. After you relax your brain cells, remember to draw two tubes of blood for me so that I can see the difference between the Great Detective Cells that have been relaxed and those that have not."

Conan: "!!!"

He really wanted to slap himself now. Why did he say that for no reason?

Two tubes of blood, easy to say.

The problem is, that syringe is used to give pigs injections, and it is thicker than their lives!

Conan stared at the heavy bag of comics on the table, then stole a glance at the silver thermos cup that Ai placed on the corner of the table - this was where she took out the syringe last time. The cup was still emitting a cold light, which made him feel a chill on the back of his neck.

"Relax, relax, but forget about the blood draw?" Conan laughed dryly and moved his chair back. "Look at my thin arms. After two tubes of blood are drawn, I can't even run in the afternoon gym class. What if Yuanta and the others laugh at me..."

"Oh?"

Xiao Ai tapped the tabletop lightly with her fingertips, and the sleeve of her red sweater slipped down, revealing a small part of her fair wrist. "Are you worried about gym class, or are you worried about me 'passing by' and giving you an extra shot when you can't run anymore?"

Just as she finished speaking, Genta's loud voice suddenly came from the back door of the classroom: "Conan! Mitsuhiko said you borrowed the comics, take them out and share them!"

With the sound of footsteps, Genta and Ayumi ran over holding the bread they had just bought. When they saw the big bag on the table, their eyes lit up instantly.

Conan wanted to grasp at straws and immediately pointed at the bag to change the subject: "Come on, the comics are here, let's go over there and read them!"

As he was about to pick up the bag and hide in the corner of the classroom, Xiao Ai pressed the edge of the bag first, looked up and smiled gently at Genta and Ayumi: "Don't worry, Conan said he wants to do me a small favor after he finishes reading the comics. It's not too late to read it after you're done."

"Help? What help?" Ayumi tilted her head curiously.

Ai picked up the thermos and slowly unscrewed the lid. There was no syringe inside, only a cup of steaming cocoa. She poured a small cup and handed it to Ayumi before turning to look at Conan, whose face was stiff. "Nothing. I just wanted to see if Conan could solve the reasoning questions I gave him yesterday faster after relaxing. After all..."

She paused deliberately, her eyes scanning Conan's arm, "If you can't untie it, you'll have to find other ways to 'refresh yourself'."

Conan looked at the expectant eyes of Genta and Ayumi, and then at the amusement that could not be hidden at the corner of Ai's mouth. He could only wail in his heart and nodded with gritted teeth: "Okay, okay! It's just a reasoning question, I'm sure I can solve it!"

But he didn't notice that when Xiao Ai put the thermos back into the hole in the table, her fingertips quietly touched a small transparent box inside - in the box, two syringes that were thinner but longer than the last time were lying quietly.

In Ai's eyes, Conan and the others are just a group of little white mice in her laboratory, and as a scientist, she naturally wants to let the little white mice exercise more.

Just like chicken, domestic chickens are not as chewy as wild ones.

Alas, as a scientist, she really cares about the physical and mental health of the mice.

Xiao Ai took a sip of cocoa and sighed slightly.

The great detective had completely given up resistance at this moment, with his head hanging and a look of despair on his face.

Compared to that guy Hanyu Kusunoki, Haibara Ai, the black-hearted loli, is the real evil devil in their eyes.

..........

Ekoda, 2nd grade class B.

Kuroba Kaito supported his chin with one hand, spinning a pen boredly, and occasionally glanced at the other end of the classroom - there, Nakamori Aoko and Koizumi Akako were huddled together, chatting and laughing as they flipped through a fashion magazine.

"strangeness......"

Kaito frowned, turning the pen in his hand faster.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Ever since that day at the Ryuma Exhibition, Aoko's attitude has become strange.

In the past, Qingzi would definitely sit next to him, either glaring at him angrily or nagging him about his "crimes" like sleeping in class, not handing in homework, and peeking at girls' skirts.

But now...

Now, Qingzi would just smile politely when she saw him, just like she would treat an ordinary classmate.

Even the seats were changed.

In the past, Aoko always found ways to sit next to him. Even if the teacher moved them apart, she would find various reasons to move them back. But now she took the initiative to apply to be moved to the other end of the classroom and became a deskmate with Koizumi Akako.

"Hey, Kaito!" The classmate sitting in front suddenly turned around, "Do you know how to do this question?"

Kaito finally came back to his senses, his eyes a little dazed, and he glanced at the question: "Huh? Oh, this...?"

He explained absentmindedly, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted to the day before yesterday—

"Aoko, are you still angry?" On the way home from school, Kaito stopped Aoko who was walking home alone and scratched his head to apologize: "It was really my mother who suddenly asked me to go back that day..."

"I'm not angry." Qingzi looked at him calmly, her eyes no longer showing the usual anger and intimacy, with a polite smile on her lips, "Kuroba-san, there's no need to apologize."

Kuroba...classmate?

This name made Kaito freeze in his tracks.

From childhood to adulthood, Aoko either called him "Kaito" or angrily called him "stupid Kaito". When had they ever felt so distant?

"Um..." Kaito was about to say something, but Aoko had already walked around him and continued walking forward, "See you tomorrow, Kuroba-san."

The memory ends here.