[So... he was back to being Conan again. These brief, brief times when he could be himself. When he could speak with his own voice and answer to his own name. They never lasted long enough. Not for everything he wanted to do. But for now all he could do was keep up the facade.]

Hello? Does anyone know what happened? I think I'm a little

[Conan smiles at the camera brightly and apologetically.  He needed to do some damage control for his rather noticeable return to Discedo.  At the least he could be glad that the camera had never turned on during his change.]

Sorry if I made anyone worry.  But I'm okay now!  Heiji-niichan found me!!

[Conan is seated at a table in a dimly lit location, with a pile of thick books by his side. Every one of them is heavy enough for the boy to need two hands to carry them. He shoves the last book back onto the table and speaks into the communicator in a whisper.]

Ne, has anyone noticed? There's something strange about the books in-

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[Three days in this place, and he'd made no progress in deducing the motive behind this situation.  There seemed to be no pattern in who had been taken and how long they had been kept here.  Not even the victims who had been kept here for long periods at all knew anything real about the situation.  The few supposed reasons he'd heard were ludicrous ( Read more... )