Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 62 Right Handed

This time it was Heiyu Kaito's turn to stop talking, he said in astonishment: "You..."

"I seem……"

I saw you.

He stared at the glass, corrected his posture, faced the glass, first confirmed that the person in the glass was the same height, shape, and posture as himself, exactly like looking in a mirror, and then looked up and down the details of the white figure in the glass.

The white robe worn by the other party is a bit tribal, the neckline is directly open to the waist, and is restrained by a brown belt. A water-blue gauze scarf hangs on the shoulder, covering most of the neckline. On the left shoulder Pinned a golden badge with a [4] pattern engraved on it.

It's not Kaitou Kidd's suit, but it's clearly not everyday attire, but a uniform.

Kuroba Kaito looked at it carefully, and then cursed: This uniform is not "Kidd the Kaito" at all, but looks like a priest of a mysterious tribe.

Those who can control the power of life and death of the entire tribe will most likely have a priest with the title of 'Son of God'.

He looked again, and found that there were some rather mysterious golden lines on the other party's silver eyepatch, and there were also a few touches of blue on the half of the face under the eyepatch, which were traces of lines spreading out.

The shoes are long, and there are cross straps on the legs, which also looks tribal, which is quite weird.

In a nutshell: Absolutely a uniform in action.

Bai Shui repeated: "You seem to be?"

"What's the matter?" He focused on checking every detail in Kaito Kuroba's field of vision, but found nothing strange in the cafe, "Where is there anything unusual?"

Huh?Isn't the exception obvious enough?

As long as anyone sees the reflection on the glass window, they will immediately realize the 'abnormality' and will not ask again.

Unless you can't see it.

Kuroba Kaito moved slightly in his heart, and immediately tried nonchalantly: "Have you seen the glass window? I just discovered that the glass window can be used as a mirror."

He continued to look up and down at the reflection on the glass window, and continued to discover new points: the guy had two white braids about the length of his index fingers on either side that looked like earrings.

It's more tribal.

Because of Kuroba Kaito's temptation, Bai Shui lost his voice for a moment before repeating: "Mirror?"

So, staring at the coffee shop so seriously, is it not because you found something strange in the coffee shop, but because you are looking at your own reflection, secretly narcissistic?
… High school students, especially Neon high school students, are truly amazing creatures.

It is so magical that it can randomly ban anyone's right to open the microphone, making everyone except themselves choke and shut up speechless.

Bai Shui withdrew his focus on observing the details of the coffee shop, glanced casually at the glass window, and perfunctorily looked at the reflection of high school students on the glass window, and said even more perfunctorily, "Well, yes, it can be used as a mirror."

The perfunctory was too obvious, and Kaito Kuroba also found that the image of the white man on the glass tried to suppress the image of the white man and waved his hands to recycle his complaints. He opened his mouth several times before he made a sound perfunctorily.

He laughed for a while, then looked at the lower half of the face that was exactly the same as himself, and grasped the key points to confirm, "By the way, I remember you said before that you are definitely not my second personality, nor are you in a parallel world. me, right?"

Bai Shui immediately agreed without hesitation, "Yes."

"I'm definitely not your second personality, nor you in the parallel world, and I have nothing to do with you."

After hesitating for a while, he added rigorously, "I don't know why your father knows about my existence."

"Oh——" Kaito Kuroba gave a long answer, as if in a daze, he looked at the glass window again, looked at the lower half of the face of the white figure that was exactly the same as himself, and said seriously, "Okay , I believe it."

Before Bai Shui could react, he quickly said again: "Since you are not me, then what is your name?"

"My name is Kuroba Kaito, what's your name?"

This question was the first time Kuroba Kaito asked.

"Bai Shui," Bai Shui replied, and added, "April [-]th."

The single 'White Water' is not neon at all, and the addition of a pseudonym can barely be regarded as a bit of neon color, although it sounds a little strange.

"White, water," Kuroba Kaito repeated word by word, "April [-]th."

He nodded deeply, "It's a nice name."

But it's too perfunctory!
'White Water' must be a combination of the opposite color of 'Kuroba Kaito' + 'Afraid of Fish', right?

'April [-]th' is even more perfunctory, definitely because the cuckoo clock chimes 'April [-]th', perfunctory, too perfunctory.

Kuroba Kaito nodded politely, and repeated his praise, "It sounds good."

He said again, "Are you a writer?"

"Yes," Bai Shui ignored Kuroba Kaito's daily eccentricity, "it's a writer."

"Where do you like to publish?" Kaito Kuroba thought for a while, "I'm definitely not you in the parallel world", and then casually rounded up the bug in his own question, expanding the directionality of "where", "It's a newspaper, a magazine , or a prize?"

He said: "I haven't paid attention to writing and submission, so I don't know much about it."

Thinking about the 'letter for help' again, I tried to make suggestions, "Should I vote for the award directly? I remember that some reasoning awards require newcomers to submit their papers directly. You are going for that kind of award, Edogawa Chaos step award?"

"Of course," he said calmly, "I don't understand anything, I'm just a suggestion, it depends on where you plan to put that reasoning short story."

Known: The first time he came to this world, this guy quickly wrote a reasoning short story.

Also known: After discovering that the 'Kuroba Kaito' of this world was still there, he immediately gave up writing.

So, what was his original purpose of writing?Is there some secret code in that reasoning short story, to attract someone's attention?

It can't really be because of 'no money'!

"What?" Bai Shui responded for a while before refusing, "No need."

He doesn't urgently need to make money, anyway, it's Kuroba Kaito who eats, Kuroba Kaito drinks, and Kuroba Kaito maintains his life, there is absolutely no place for him to spend money.

Kuroba Kaito was firm, "Use."

Bai Shui: "..." Are you a little sick?

"Okay." Anyway, it's not a bottom-line issue, he changed his mind calmly, and there is only one request, "Don't publish it under your real name."

After thinking about it, he changed his words again, "Forget it, it's fine."

Even if it's released under the name of 'Kuroba Kaito', it's okay, there won't be any major changes.

"Don't worry," Kuroba Kaito reassured him, "Not only will I not use my real name, but I will also forge my contact information. No one will find me along the way."

He also tentatively said in a casual tone, "Your short reasoning story is great. I could detect the inconsistencies when I read it for the first time, but it was only at the end that I connected the inconsistencies and realized the truth. And Quite true, there is nothing 'not feasible'."

"As if it really happened...was it someone you knew telling you about it?"

No.

But Kaito Kuroba's statement touched the edge of "caifeng", Bai Shui calmly became vigilant, "No, it's just a novel."

"Really?" Kaito Kuroba raised his left hand and touched his chin, as if he was in deep thought, he turned his left arm calmly, and carefully looked at the bandage on it, "I thought you were adapting it from a real event .”

The white bandages on his left arm were layered on top of each other, with no skin exposed at all. Kaito Kuroba had no sense of touch and could only judge by sight that the bandages were thick, so it was definitely not a minor injury.

"By the way," he asked casually, "you seldom move your left hand, right? Why?"

Is it because the left arm has too many injuries and the injury is too serious, so it is habitual to not move the left hand?
Bai Shui: "...?"

Why is this guy always paying attention to strange places, kind of clear stupid?
Forget it, this guy is Kaito Kuroba, normal.

He put it succinctly: "Because I'm right-handed."

(End of this chapter)