"Next time, stay 3 meters away from that guy."
As Kaguya Shinomiya said this, a little spy nodded on the outside in agreement, but inwardly thought that next time it wouldn't be 3 meters, but zero distance.
Meanwhile, Shiro greeted that group of people and sent a message to Lala, saying that he was busy and wouldn't be home tonight, and told her not to look for him. Then he went to another part of Tokyo.
He arrived at a hotel, which was also under Tootsuki's management. This place didn't only have various forms of entertainment and restaurants, but also accommodation. It covered a huge area. It had to be said that owning such a large piece of land was indeed quite luxurious.
Of course, that was partly due to its somewhat remote location, but because of this huge complex of buildings, that distance was actually not a problem.
Uh, Shiro's personal reservation here had no obstacles at all, after all, did they understand the value of him being a shareholder, and the only one?
So, someone led him to a private room. The surroundings were very luxuriously decorated.
He waited and waited and waited, and finally saw a girl in a Teitan High School uniform, with a hairstyle like a unicorn, walk in.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with discomfort, nervousness, and various other emotions. Then she saw the person sitting inside, and that person looked about her age, so she asked about the party.
"You've arrived, sit down. 21"
Shiro looked as if he had met an old acquaintance, completely without the feeling of a first meeting, but rather as if inviting a friend to sit. The other party hesitated when she heard this, but still said: "Sorry," then walked in and sat down.
Mouri Ran looked at Shiro in front of her. Wasn't the clothes he was wearing a school uniform? And she remembered that uniform; wasn't it from Shuchiin in Kyoto? How was he here now, and by age he looked like a student there.
"You..."
Ever since Mouri Ran received that video and threatening message that day, she had barely endured until now, full of questions she wanted to ask, but for a moment she didn't know where to start.
That's right, Shiro had sent her that message that day. He planned to blackmail her childhood friend. After all, this angel was, in a certain sense, completely loyal to that "person." If he wanted to win her over without other means, he could only take the path of a villain.
He also wanted to experience what it was like to be a great villain, but he happened to have to go to another world, so he sent her the video and then threatened her with a few words.
Now that he thought about it, that feeling was great. Indeed, discarding boundaries and becoming a great villain was the best.
"I know you have many questions. Ask after you've eaten."
Shiro had already ordered the staff outside to bring dishes as soon as someone arrived. One dish after another was brought in, and the table quickly filled up.
Mouri Ran looked at the rich spread. Having a wealthy best friend, she knew very well that this meal was very, very expensive. She even vaguely recognized some ingredients that her friend had said must be reserved in advance.
Although Shiro didn't care about food, anyway, food made by skilled hands was different from that made by ordinary people. As for things like reactions to drugs, he didn't think much about it. It was already good that he didn't despise these people just because they were cooks, not real chefs.
"Yes, let's talk after we eat. After all, you're here, and I'm here, so why think so much?"
Shiro picked up a chicken wing and began to eat it. It had to be said that the bones inside had been removed and other things had been added. With one bite, a lot of juice flowed out. For ordinary people, it was a top delicacy; for him, it was only average, no different from what ordinary people make. The main problem was that the chef who served him did not have the "heart of a chef."
Shiro was thinking of giving feedback to those two next time. Did they underestimate him or what?
At this moment, Mouri Ran watched Shiro continuously eating. Although she didn't know that the taste was only average for him, to her senses it looked very delicious and tempting. So she also began to eat, and her eating speed unconsciously increased. After all, for her it really was very, very good.
Shiro wiped his mouth at this moment, poured himself a glass of juice and began to drink it. As for the girl in front of him, he addressed her in a curious tone:
"What are you planning to drink? I see your glass is empty. Do you want juice, coffee, milk tea, or alcohol?"
Mouri Ran was surprised when she heard this, but still asked for a glass of juice. After all, she didn't like alcohol, and especially after remembering her father's condition, she liked it even less.
Shiro also ordered her a glass of juice. Honestly, drinking juice in a private room like this felt a bit strange, but Shiro didn't care, because he wasn't a fan of red wine.
After they ate and drank to their fill, Shiro had the table cleared. Both of them ordered another drink, and then he slowly spoke to her.
"As for the video I sent you, and Conan who shrank and decided to stay by your side, pretending to be a child oh, no, I mean Kudo Shinichi, what is your opinion of his behavior this week?"
Mouri Ran fell silent when she heard this. This week, not only had she been blackmailed, but her childhood friend had first mysteriously disappeared, then turned into a child to find her, and also decided to hide his identity. She was truly quite angry. Wasn't she worthy of trust?
However, after calming down, she thought that he must have had some unspeakable reasons, especially since those two men in black had knocked him unconscious and shrunk him.
"According to your instructions, I didn't have any excessive contact with him this week."
"Is that according to our agreement? Quickly tell me what happened to him?"
Mouri Ran did not answer the question. Instead, she raised her head and met Shiro's gaze, speaking with determined eyes.
"Emmm, actually, nothing special. He just chased after you that day after you separated, witnessed the scene of the transaction, then was discovered, hit with a club, and then given the A-drug."
"That is the drug he took."
"Then why did he shrink?"
Mouri Ran was confused, very confused. Why would that make him shrink? Since Shiro's footage had no sound, she never understood. As a witness to a crime, like in TV dramas, they should have gotten rid of him, but instead they shrank him. Is there some conspiracy?
Mouri Ran had thought about it before, but no matter how she thought, she couldn't figure it out.
Shiro looked at the confused expression of the girl, as if he understood something. It seemed she was overthinking, thinking that the shrinking was part of some conspiracy.
"You're overthinking. The things you're worried about aren't like that. Although the ultimate goal of that A-drug is to rejuvenate people and achieve immortality."
"However, that thing is still in the research and development stage."
"Except for one person whose age stopped at a certain point, everyone else who took it died. That's why those men in black use it as a poison, because when it poisons someone, it leaves no trace. But your childhood friend was quite lucky. In a certain sense, he became the first most successful experimental subject."
When Shiro said this, his tone was full of amusement. The angel-like girl in front of him heard this. Her first thought was that Shinichi's luck was really good, too good. Then, as she thought further, she felt that something was wrong.
The first successful experimental subject. The meaning behind those words was great, and this girl was not stupid. Her face immediately turned pale.
"You said that Shinichi is the first successful experimental subject, right?"
"That's right, surprised? Unexpected? You should know that many people know about that organization, and yet it has survived until now, and sometimes even operates quite openly. Do you know why?"
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