Chapter 156: Diarrhea is Acceptable, But Soiled Pants Are Not!!
The Next Day
Tokyo had gone from spring back to winter overnight.
"Father, can you take me to that magic enthusiasts' gathering you're going to this evening?" Anya asked hesitantly.
After spending half the day as a spy and half the day listening to her father's thoughts, Anya had a general idea of Natsukawa's schedule for the day.
Seeing Kaitou Kid would be so much fun!
Last night, she'd only seen Kaitou Kid from afar, which wasn't fun at all, and she'd been left out in the cold the entire time.
From her father's thoughts, Anya knew that Kid would also be attending the gathering. This time, she absolutely had to take a close-up video of Kid and show it off at school.
Teitan Elementary School had quite a few Kid fans. If she could get close-up footage of Kid, she would definitely receive praise and envy from everyone.
Then her status would skyrocket, and the title of "Class Champion" would soon belong to her!
"I was planning to take you with me anyway."
Natsukawa had called Yor beforehand, intending to have her watch Anya, but Yor had taken too much leave recently and was currently working overtime to make up for it. She couldn't accompany Anya, so he had no choice but to bring her along.
"Waku waku~!" Anya happily spun around 720 degrees before collapsing dizzily.
Knock knock knock.
"Who is it?" Natsukawa looked curiously at the door while Anya scrambled to her feet and ran to answer it.
"Who's there?"
The door opened as she spoke.
Anya immediately recognized the masked little boy in front of her as Conan.
"Conan-kun, what's up?"
"Is Uncle Natsukawa home?" Conan coughed twice, peeking into the room. He sounded weak and his voice was very hoarse.
"Looks like your cold is getting worse!"
Natsukawa came out upon hearing the voice, smiling at the little brat in front of him.
Last night, this kid had actually transformed into Shinichi Kudo and participated in the case—something he hadn't expected.
The consequence of doing so was obvious: he'd caught a cold.
"Yeah, the temperature changed too quickly last night, and I didn't cover myself properly while sleeping, so I caught a cold."
Conan didn't tell the truth, making up an excuse to satisfy Natsukawa.
He blew his nose and walked into the living room, asking directly before even sitting down, "Does Uncle Natsukawa still have any of that folk remedy? I want to get over this cold quickly—it's miserable."
"Oh?" Natsukawa's eyes lit up. He pressed Conan onto the sofa, asking with a half-smile, "Didn't you say you'd never take it again? Aren't you afraid of suffering diarrhea for an hour?"
Conan's eyes darted around nervously.
To be honest, he was still afraid, but compared to suffering from a cold for seven days, he figured two hours was the better deal.
A famous detective's time was extremely precious. Every extra day with a cold could affect how quickly Detective Mouri could solve cases.
Besides, he still had Professor Agasa's hangover cure—who knows, it might shorten the side effects to just two minutes.
"Alright, but you'll have to wait a moment."
Natsukawa went into the bedroom and retrieved a glass bottle that had been sitting in the refrigerator for quite some time.
The glass bottle contained only broth, not the actual stew, but the effect should be the same.
"It seems to have been sitting for a while. I wonder if there'll be any side effects."
The stew broth in the bottle was orange-red and seemingly fine, but better safe than sorry.
Natsukawa hesitated for a few seconds, then put the bottle down.
Never mind. It wouldn't matter for others, but if Conan dies, who will unravel Karasuma Renya's secrets?
Natsukawa turned and took out another glass bottle. This one didn't contain stew broth, but rather the half-eaten chocolate he'd received on Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day had only been a few days ago, and the chocolate was still in the refrigerator—it shouldn't have expired yet.
"Conan-kun, you're so brave!" Anya smiled at Conan with sparkling half-moon eyes.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect Conan to actually come knocking on their door to take laxatives.
"Heh, it's nothing..." Conan smiled bitterly. This was the price of becoming bigger.
When he'd taken the baijiu before, he'd even considered the possibility of death.
"Can you put the camera down? You've already filmed this kind of scene once—there's no need for a second take."
Anya put her hands behind her back, whistling innocently without responding.
Just kidding! The more videos like this, the better.
"Tch."
Whatever. I'll bring the remedy back to the agency to take it there. That way I'll avoid the risk of being secretly filmed.
There's a plan from above, and I've got a countermeasure from below. With a little thought, it's easy to keep Anya out.
Anya's face fell immediately upon hearing his thoughts. Darn it!
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At that moment, Natsukawa emerged from the bedroom. "This is a new folk remedy. The effect is the same, only the form is different."
Conan took the glass bottle from Natsukawa and examined it carefully.
"This is chocolate, isn't it? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."
Conan, with his exceptionally sharp memory, suddenly recalled that this was the chocolate Miss Yor had made on Valentine's Day.
Although half of it was bitten off, he still recognized it.
The design was exactly the same as Ran's, but why was Miss Yor's chocolate homemade? Was there some mistake?
Conan was filled with doubt.
Natsukawa clearly had no desire to answer. The teeth marks on it made his skin crawl.
Every time he saw this chocolate, the memory of that night seemed to assault his senses!
"Isn't this Yor-san's chocolate? It seems quite different from the stew we had before."
Conan finally asked—after all, this concerned his digestive system, so he couldn't be indifferent.
"Ehehe, the stew from before was actually made by Mama too. This homemade recipe is actually Mama's private secret formula."
Anya covered her mouth and giggled. "Conan-kun, hurry up and eat it!"
If I eat it here, she'll definitely record a video! I'll take it back to the agency instead!
Conan grumbled inwardly. Anya just wants to see me make a fool of myself. I'm not going to let her have her way.
Natsukawa sat on the sofa, smiling silently as he watched the two kids bicker for a while.
In the end, Conan brought the chocolate back to the agency.
"That's strange... why is there a bite mark?" Conan realized after returning that he'd forgotten to ask about the teeth marks.
Of course, he wouldn't go back to Natsukawa's place to ask about it now. Since Natsukawa had given him the chocolate, based on his understanding of the man, it should be fine.
Taking advantage of Ran's absence and Uncle Mouri investigating an affair case, Conan ran up to the third floor and swallowed the chocolate whole, along with the hangover cure Professor Agasa had given him.
Out of extreme caution, he went to the bathroom beforehand and completed the entire process while sitting on the toilet.
Diarrhea is acceptable, but soiled pants are absolutely not!!!
This was very important!
"Ugh, that hurts!"
Less than three seconds after the folk remedy and hangover cure entered his stomach, Conan felt dizzy and lightheaded. His pupils kept dilating and contracting, giving him the sensation of suddenly developing severe myopia.
"This feels... weird..." After his eyes lost focus, he didn't feel any nausea or the urge to pass out. It seemed Professor Agasa's special medicine was working.
However, this state lasted about five minutes. After those five minutes, Conan immediately felt his stomach churning and his head beginning to spin.
It's inevitable.
Conan sighed, found a comfortable position to close his eyes, and avoided the embarrassing situation of face-planting like last time.
(End of Chapter)
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