Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1288 Yuya: I kept it a secret when you wet your pants as a child.

The echoes of shattering glass still reverberated in my ears from the building across the street.

Conan shook his head, ignoring the pain in his body, and used the telescopic system of his glasses to look back. After confirming that the observation tower was unharmed, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He suddenly felt a sticky, hot sensation in his palm. Looking down, he saw that it was covered in blood, and he was immediately shocked.

Just then, Amuro Tooru's voice came from behind: "Leave the rest to us, you should leave here now."

Conan looked up and saw that Amuro Tooru was clutching his shoulder, his sleeves were stained with blood, and there was a long trail of blood on the ground.

He was taken aback to find that he only had minor scratches and no major bleeding. Was it Amuro Tooru who protected him when he crashed into the glass? And was all this blood his?

Conan stood up, rubbed the aching parts of his body, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

He thought about what Yu would do at this point, then suddenly turned to look at Amuro Tooru: "You're just going to let me go back by myself? I'm still injured."

Amuro Tooru paused for a moment. Why did that tone of voice sound so familiar?

He paused for a moment, realizing that he hadn't considered this carefully. Even if the child was exceptionally intelligent and possessed abilities that didn't match his appearance, he was still just a child. So he said, "I'll have one of my trusted men take you to the hospital."

Conan sometimes really needs to learn from Yuya's shamelessness, otherwise he'll end up dragging his injuries to the hospital by himself. He then turned and left, his shoe sole crunching over a piece of broken glass.

Amuro Tooru watched Conan's departing figure, lost in thought.

Conan took the elevator downstairs, where a police officer was already waiting.

Conan didn't say anything, and the police didn't say anything either. They drove the person directly to the hospital, and left after the wound was treated.

Not long after, Yu arrived and found Conan on a chair in the rest area.

His gaze swept over Conan's bandaged forehead, cheeks, and arms. His lips tightened for a moment before finally forming a thin line: "So you can play with flying cars now, are you comfortable?"

Conan rolled his eyes. Sure enough, Yu was there at the time.

He could hear the sound clearly; it was definitely a powerful sniper rifle, maybe even an anti-materiel one. Where did he get it?

"So, you fired that shot just now?"

Actually, his injuries weren't serious, but the doctor said that if not treated properly, they could leave scars. Considering that many of the wounds were on his face, Conan had no choice but to let the doctor tie him up like a mummy.

Yu didn't answer. Instead, she pulled out an orange from somewhere, peeled it, broke off half, and handed it to Conan.

Conan unconsciously stuffed it into his mouth, while his eyes were fixed on Yuya's eyes, trying to see something in them, but he saw nothing.

Suddenly, he felt a sweet and painful sensation in his throat and began to cough violently—he had choked on orange juice!

Yuya was speechless. How could someone this old choke on an orange? He patted Yuya's back helplessly.

Conan's face turned bright red, and he pointed at Yuya, babbling incoherently for a long time, but couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

However, Yu understood what Conan was saying: "How dare you, you treacherous commoner, plot against me!"

Yuya ignored him, tore off a segment of orange and stuffed it into her mouth, saying somewhat indistinctly, "I just got in touch with Xiaolan and the others, they're fine. But you lost your phone again? Xiaolan said she can't reach you."

Conan paused for a moment, then closed his eyes: "Just now... uh, when we were speeding, I didn't catch it, and I don't know where it fell."

His poor new phone is really saying goodbye this time.

Yuya said "Oh," quickly finished the rest of the orange, grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, and turned to leave.

"Let's go."

“Yuya…” Conan suddenly called out to him.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Yu stopped and turned around.

"..." Conan opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to ask.

How Yuya rescued the Miyano sisters; the mysterious pilot of another helicopter who staged an aerial battle between the Kyoto Aquarium and Gin's helicopter; and this time, the aerial sniper of the return capsule.

Conan always felt that Yu also had many secrets he didn't know.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke: "Can I trust you?"

Yu was stunned for a moment, then vaguely understood what was going on.

He smiled and said in a calm tone, "Am I not the most trustworthy person besides your parents? After all, we grew up together."

"Ah, I know, did you confirm your relationship with Xiaolan and then forget about me because of her?"

Conan felt much more at ease, then lowered his half-moon eyes and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did we become inseparable? What does this have to do with Ran? Forget your brother for the sake of beauty? I think I'm a few months older than you!"

Yu ignored the second half of the sentence, tapping her chin with her finger and looking up at the ceiling as if reminiscing: "No? I remember once when you were little, you wet your pants and I kept it a secret for you!"

Conan interrupted him angrily, saying, "That time, you were the one who secretly drank the fruit tea in the middle of the night and then deliberately poured it on me!"

Yu was taken aback, then frowned as if she couldn't remember: "Is that so? Then why did you ask me to keep it a secret, and why did you borrow my pants?"

Conan clenched his fist. Why? Why else could there be!

If he hadn't found the empty fruit tea bottle under the bed and the faint fruity scent on his pants, he would have really thought he had wet his pants!

At the time, Yuya pretended to laugh at himself for smelling urine, but he was probably just afraid that Yuya would expose his framing!

As for why it's a secret... if a little kid wakes up in the morning with wet pants and blankets, would an adult believe him if he said he didn't wet his pants?

Even if the "urine" smelled fruity, given Yukiko Kudo's tendency to enjoy a good show, she would definitely believe that Conan deliberately poured fruit tea because he was afraid people would find out he had wet his pants.

"By the way," Yuya leaned closer to Conan, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "So tell me, how far have things progressed between you and Ran?"

Conan paused, his face flushing slightly beneath the bandages: "What do you mean, 'which stage'?"

Yuya leaned back slightly and said with disdain, "Could it be that you didn't do anything after that one kiss during the school trip?"

Conan was furious. He wanted to do it, but what could he do in his current body?

He immediately threw the remaining oranges at Yuya: "Get out! Get out of here right now!"

Yuya dodged Orange's attack, made a face at Conan, and ran off in a flash.

Conan took a few breaths and stared at the empty doorway—this guy still liked to tease him as always.

He then dragged his still aching body and limped after them.

"Slow down! Can't you consider me, the injured one?"