I started with Demon Slayer, and after drawing the strongest character, I'm invincible!

Chapter 282 The World of Detective Conan 8

"Mr. Gojo, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Ran Mouri greeted Satoru Gojo happily, accompanied by Conan and several members of the Detective Boys.

"Hmm, the food at this restaurant is pretty good."

Gojo Satoru glanced at Conan. He'd been to so many different stores lately, how come he always ran into this brat?

Something's not right. Something's extremely wrong with this.

Is this the power of the world's consciousness? Trying to bind Conan to it?

"Brother Gojo, why haven't you been going to Poirot Cafe lately?" Conan asked curiously.

He hadn't seen Gojo Satoru at Poirot Cafe for several days, and Mr. Amuro even suspected that something might have happened to him.

"Well, I do need to change things up sometimes, and this place is a good choice."

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "This is a Chinese restaurant."

The food at this restaurant is really good, so he even sent Kurosawa Jin over to improve his culinary skills—he really spent a lot of money to get him in.

Wow! Big brother, you're so tall!

"Conan, when did you meet such an amazing older brother?"

"Big brother, can we play together? We're the Junior Detective Club..."

The boy detectives were chattering away around Gojo Satoru, but there was one exception.

Ai Haibara stood quietly to the side, not getting involved in this boring matter.

She subtly observed the white-haired youth not far away. Was this the extraordinary person that the great detective had been talking about lately?

Her gaze finally settled on the young man's eye patch, and she stared at the black eye patch, lost in thought.

Uh… no matter how she looked at it, it was just an ordinary eye mask, not some high-tech product that Conan was talking about.

However, there was something strange about Gojo Satoru. Although he always wore an eye patch, he moved around freely and didn't seem like a blind person at all.

"Hey? Brother Gojo, why are the dishes on your table different from those on the menu?"

Conan and his friends sat opposite Gojo Satoru. He looked at the table opposite him, compared it with the menu in his hand, and asked in surprise.

He noticed that none of the dishes on Gojo Satoru's table were on the menu. Could it be that the boss was giving him special treatment again?

“Oh, these were made by my bodyguard. He’s here taking culinary courses,” Gojo Satoru said casually.

"Huh? A bodyguard? Taking culinary lessons?"

Conan's curious eyes instantly turned into beady ones. Had he heard correctly? Was Gojo Satoru sure he meant bodyguard and not nanny?

"Yes, do you want to try it? Although it doesn't look very appealing, it tastes quite good."

"It's only natural," Gojo Satoru said, casually placing a plate of Mapo Tofu in front of Conan.

This stuff tastes good, but it's way too spicy. He suspects that Kurosawa Jin did it on purpose, putting a lethal amount of chili peppers in it when he made the dish.

"Haha... Thank you, Gojo-nii-san."

Conan couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at the bright red tofu. He could already smell the spiciness before even taking a bite. He thought, "This would kill someone if I ate it!"

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"Hiss...Quick...Water...I need water...Hiss..."

Conan hurriedly grabbed the water glass next to him and gulped down a large glass of ice water.

"Ouch...it's so spicy..." His lips were swollen from the spiciness, and he thought he would have a psychological aversion to this dish from now on.

Mapo tofu, terrifyingly delicious.

"Conan, are you alright? I told you not to eat anymore."

Ran Mouri looked at Conan with a worried expression. She had told him not to eat it, but he wouldn't listen. His lips must be swollen from the spiciness.

"Ouch... Ran-neechan, I'm fine... it's just a little spicy," Conan quickly said.

Yes, he's really fine, just his mouth is still a little numb.

"Heh~ So Conan, you like spicy food. If you want to eat it again next time, just tell me and I'll have Kurosawa make it for you."

Gojo Satoru chuckled. Conan had actually finished an entire plate of Mapo Tofu with a lethal dose of chili peppers. He really had great willpower.

"Uh... I'd better not trouble you. I don't really like spicy food that much."

Conan quickly refused, sweating profusely. This stuff shouldn't be eaten too often.

This dish is actually quite delicious, but it's too spicy... Hmm, I'd better not eat it again.

"Okay, I'll treat you to a meal another time," Gojo Satoru said with a regretful expression.

"Haha...we'll talk about it later."

Conan gave a vague reply, saying he didn't want to eat that dish again for at least a year.

"I have to go now, bye-bye."

Gojo Satoru greeted Conan and the others, then headed towards the shop entrance.

"Goodbye, Gojo-nii-san."

Conan watched Gojo Satoru leave, then saw him walk up to a man, and the two left together.

!!!

His pupils contracted when he saw the man's back. Who was that person? He hurriedly chased after him, but found that the man had already disappeared.

"Conan? Conan? What's wrong?"

Ran Mouri chased after Conan when she saw him leave, only to find him standing blankly at the door.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine. I just mistook you for someone else. Let's go back."

Conan snapped out of his daze and quickly shook his head, a bright smile spreading across his face.

He returned to his seat with a heavy heart. He had only told Xiaolan that he had mistaken someone for someone else.

But he was absolutely certain that the person... the one who came to pick up Gojo Satoru was... Gin!

Gin, a cold-blooded and ruthless killer, a member of the Black Organization, is also the culprit who turned him into the person he is today.

Why is Gojo Satoru with Gin? Does he know Gin's true identity?

If Gojo Satoru didn't know Gin's identity, wouldn't he be in great danger right now?

But something's not right. They seemed quite familiar with each other just now, not like they had just met.

If he knew Gin's true identity, would he also be a member of the Black Organization?

Was he deliberately approaching me? Will he discover my true identity?

Conan couldn't help but start to doubt everything, mentally going through everything that had happened since he met Gojo Satoru.

Ah! No, this is terrible. His mind is a mess, and the more he thinks about it, the more his head aches.

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Ran Mouri was taking the Junior Detective Club home when they passed a park and the kids started clamoring to go play there.

She kindly agreed and took them to the park.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You seem distracted."

Ai Haibara lagged behind, walking alongside Conan Edogawa, and asked in a low voice.

"Haibara, have you ever met Satoru Gojo in the organization?" Conan hesitated for a moment before asking the question.

"No, I've never seen him in the organization." Ai Haibara paused, her brows furrowing slightly.

She asked, puzzled, "Why would you ask that? I'm sure he's not part of the organization."

She didn't sense anything bad about Gojo Satoru; he was definitely not one of those scumbags from the Black Organization.

"Something happened while you were away, I saw..."

"what!"

A scream rang out, interrupting Conan's words.

"We'll talk about this when we get back. I'll go check what's going on first." After saying that, he hurriedly ran in the direction from which the sound came.

666 took a picture of Conan's back and sent it to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru smiled as he looked at the photo, thinking to himself: "I was wondering why I hadn't encountered any cases today. It turns out it wasn't time yet."