Detective Conan: Beika Town's Complete Transformation into Los Santos

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If they continue to be so unruly, then we'll strip them all off and hang their clothes here to dry.

"I need to go to the toilet."

"You don't need to report this to me."

Lin Che is very tired today, and he is going back to his room to sleep.

Curaço watched his departing figure, clenching her teeth, and struggled again, but the rope was too strong, and she was exhausted due to lack of water and food.

Finally, after another unsuccessful attempt to break free, she looked up and let out a painful, unwilling roar.

The moonlight shines.

The religious-style dome shimmers with a variety of colors.

Curaçao's vision was somewhat blurry.

The combination of colors gave her a splitting headache and made her tremble all over. Blood seeped from her wrists as she struggled violently, and her skirt and thighs were soaked with liquid.

at last,

Curaçao lost consciousness.

The light from the dome shone down.

She hung there like a suffering angel.

Chapter 103 Dyeing Begins

Dawn broke in an instant.

Lin Che was exhausted after a long day, but slept very well and woke up feeling energetic and without any discomfort.

A data-driven body is good; it not only leaves no scars, but after a good rest, there's no fatigue, and you won't get any occupational diseases.

Because I slept so well, it was already past ten o'clock.

However, the weather outside the window was not good; the gloomy color and the biting cold wind made it look like it was about to snow.

As in the original story, it will snow on the day of the memorial service.

After a quick wash, Lin Che went to the study and found that Curaçao could sleep even while hanging there, and even went to the toilet anywhere. He couldn't help but admire that strong people really don't complain about the environment and are willing to put aside their pride.

If Shinichi Kudo found out I was doing this in my study, I wonder if he would explode on the spot.

Fortunately, neither Conan nor Ran Mouri comes here often, otherwise Lin Che wouldn't have imprisoned Curaçao here.

When Curaçao returned after going out to buy some bento boxes, she woke up, but her condition was strange.

Lin Che clearly saw fear in her eyes.

Even various feminine gestures have emerged—such as instinctively trying to keep their legs together to cover up any embarrassing areas.

Is it installed?

"Who are you, and why are you imprisoning me?" Curaçao asked, her voice trembling, after they met.

Lin Che approached, his gaze gradually moving upwards along the dried liquid traces on the ground and table.

His gaze was like tentacles.

Wherever it looks, Curaçao's limbs will move backward accordingly.

If she dodges, her balance will be broken, and her tap dance will begin again.

The more flustered she became, the more obvious her embarrassment appeared.

But given her personal qualities, even though she temporarily lost her memory due to the brainwashing mechanism, she quickly calmed down and regained her balance.

She was panting and felt a little dizzy; her face was pale.

Lin Che waved his hand and shot out spider silk to bind Curaçao's legs, then opened the lunchbox and stood on the table, saying, "I'll feed you something, don't be ungrateful."

“Water…” Curaçao’s voice was weak.

"Let's eat first." Lin Che wanted to establish his own rules.

It seems that Curaçao really doesn't have much energy left; she was very well-behaved while eating.

Despite being starving, they couldn't even wolf down their food, taking three breaths for every bite.

After feeding her the bento box, Lin Che wiped her mouth with his hand and then gave her water.

The smell in the study was already quite unpleasant.

Lin Che never expected that Curaçao's claim of needing to use the restroom was true.

Never mind, let's clean it properly.

Anyway, now we're just waiting for tomorrow's memorial service. There's nothing urgent to do, so today I can take some time to really think about Curaçao.

A few minutes later.

"Move your feet a little." Lin Che picked up the bucket and the rag, and Curaçao obediently complied.

Driven by her professional instincts, she wanted to kick Lin Che in the head and then try to escape, but unfortunately her legs were bound by strange spider-like objects.

Since Lin Che has not responded to her question for a long time, she has no choice but to be patient and continue to wait.

After all, it seems that Lin Che has no intention of torturing or harming her other than keeping her suspended and restricting her movements, so there is no need to risk his life immediately.

Curaçao knew she had lost her memory, and the kind-hearted girl began to wonder if she had done something wrong first, which led to her current situation.

Lin Che has never done proper house cleaning since he transmigrated.

The excrement was easy to wipe, but the bloodstains on the table were a bit of a hassle. I had to wash the rag several times before I could finally wipe them out.

He then focused his gaze on Curaçao's legs.

You have to wipe your legs too, otherwise the smell will still linger.

Curaçao quickly realized she was wrong; she was definitely an innocent girl who had been kidnapped by a pervert!

Because Lin Che first untied the spider silk, and then used the spider silk separately to pull her two legs up horizontally and connect them to the railings on both sides.

She was wearing a short skirt instead of pants, and the hem of the skirt was instantly pushed up to her waist.

This shameful position made her face flush red.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, damp rag fell onto her legs.

Wiping my calves and the outside of my thighs was fine, but...

"Don't move around." Lin Che said impatiently. "Next time you need to use the toilet, just tell me in advance and I'll bring you a basin."

It's impossible to let Curaçao go to the toilet by herself.

This woman is probably on par with Lisael. It was lucky that we were able to catch her. If we let her go, things might not end smoothly.

After wiping both legs, Lin Che sighed, "If you want to keep doing this, I won't stop you, but if you want to be more comfortable, then stay still and I'll help you take them off and wipe them."

"No way!!!" Curaçao shouted, "I have to do this myself, or I'll bite my tongue off and kill myself right now, I absolutely won't let you humiliate me!"

Her composure and calmness were gone.

Lin Che looked up in confusion, "So you actually care about this kind of thing?"

Curaçao felt like she was going crazy. "Which girl wouldn't care?!"

She was very confused. "Since you still consult with me and my clothes are all intact, it means you don't actually have any improper thoughts about me."

"The fact that you feed me and give me water means you don't want me to die either."

"What did I do to deserve this? I really don't remember anything. Please tell me!"

Ok?

Lin Che took two steps back and stared intently at Curaçao's face.

It was only then that he noticed that although the information detected by [Detective Instinct] was still a bunch of question marks, Curaçao's status bar had added "Amnesia".

There's no need to verify whether it's a lie.

But why did he suddenly lose his memory?

I haven't even made a move yet!

color......

Lin Che quickly scanned the study and finally locked onto the colorful dome above his head.

This is the only thing that can be combined to create multiple colors.

Although he still doesn't know exactly how these colors affect Curaçao, at least the "culprit" has been found.

No, we need to move Curaçao to another location immediately.

This is also a good opportunity to dye it.

Curaçao's core values ​​are kindness and innocence, so we should work in that direction.

Lin Che feigned ignorance and asked, "You really don't remember anything?"

Curaçao nodded rapidly, afraid of not having enough time to gain his trust. "Please, please tell me."

Lin Che tossed aside the rag and sat down in the chair, raising his eyes. "You don't even remember that you're a criminal organization assassin who has killed countless people and kidnapped my brother's wife and children?"

Curaçao was stunned.

He killed countless people and also committed kidnapping.

Speaking of assassins, she suddenly recalled her instinctive reaction of wanting to kick Lin Che in the head just now.

She could indeed sense that she possessed a skill that ordinary people did not have.

Could I really be an assassin?

Curaçao was reluctant to accept the truth. "I... am I really that bad?"

Lin Che took out his phone and put it on the table. "You said you have amnesia, right? I don't need to contact anyone else. I can take you to see my brother's wife and children right now."

"You should be able to tell whether I'm telling the truth or not just by observing their reactions to you."

This move silenced Curaçao completely.

When both sides revealed their cards, Lin Che's fearless and confident demeanor made her unease even more apparent, as if she were being exposed to the scorching sun.

suddenly.

Curaçao felt his hands loosen, and he staggered and fell to his knees on the large desk, his knees aching from the impact.

The wrist, marked with deep bloodstains, was fully exposed to the air, as if a ring of numb, unfeeling flesh was missing.

"Go take a shower." Lin Che got up and picked up the bucket.

Curaçao bit her lip. "You believe me now?"

Lin Che didn't turn around. "I saw something unexpected in you, and besides, you're no threat to me right now."

Chapter 104 Curaçao & Sherry's First Meeting

Lin Che's decision to end the imprisonment was based on the behavior of the kind-hearted version of Curaçao in the fragments of his memory.

His choice proved to be correct.

As long as there are no dangerous actions, the amnesiac version of Curaçao is indeed harmless.

She was a bit like a naive young girl, walking with her head down and neck hunched, her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen, taking small, quick steps behind Lin Che.

"The bathroom is over there. Shower or bathtub, it's up to you."

Lin Che pointed in a direction, "As for a change of clothes, since there is no dryer, you can choose to continue wearing your own dirty clothes, or you can temporarily wear mine. It's up to you."

Curaçao remained somewhat dazed and silent, but her body behaved itself; she turned and went into the bathroom after only a few steps.

It seems she couldn't stand being dirty and smelly herself either.

The sound of water from the bathroom quickly seeped out through the crack in the door. Lin Che had nothing important to do today, so he sat comfortably on the sofa.

Curaçao has been brainwashed by the Dome for unknown reasons. As long as the same thing happens again, we can ensure that she will not turn back into the organization's killer.

But it's impossible to prevent it completely; sooner or later, some opportunity will arise that will allow Curaçao to regain her memories.

What Lin Che needs to do now is to take advantage of this gap period to quickly dye Curaçao his own color and gain top-tier subordinates with full favor and loyalty.