122 Chapter 122: Crossdressing for the Greater Cause!

"What!! You want me to crossdress!!!"

Upon hearing what Senichi meant about the "price" he had to pay, Conan was utterly dumbfounded.

One of the key points of this plan was actually for him to crossdress!?

Why should I crossdress, damn it! You actually planned this perverse scheme in advance!! You're intentionally messing with me, aren't you?!

Damn it... Why does it suddenly feel a bit off?

It was originally a serious and grand plan, so why does the execution phase feel so... out of place?

It's like suddenly adding a toy model to a pile of high-speed trains and high-tech gadgets.

"No, that's exactly the psychological effect we're going for."

Suppressing his urge to laugh, Senichi's expression turned serious. "If even you, who knows about the plan, find it somewhat absurd and challenging, then it would be even more effective against them, don't you think?"

"Well, you're not wrong..." After thinking for a moment, Conan had to admit that what Senichi said made some sense.

Sometimes, unexpected elements could catch the opponent off guard.

Just now, Senichi's plan had exhilarated Conan.

Although he could have come up with such a plan if he had as many "cards" to use, the reality was that he didn't have those trump cards at his disposal.

With that in mind, Conan felt overwhelmed with gratitude towards Senichi once again.

Lucky star! Great support!

Although the consecutive revelations made him continually grateful to have encountered this "great support" who discovered his identity, he didn't expect that he would keep surpassing his expectations.

Having such a person as a teammate made him feel incredibly comfortable, much better than a certain person who exposes his identity every time he calls his name!

The plan was undoubtedly meticulous, and even from his perspective, with calculated casualness, they could catch Black organization off guard and had a high chance of success.

But it's crossdressing...

Thinking about it, Conan became conflicted... Although crossdressing wasn't a big problem in itself,

Enduring the embarrassment was one thing, but what comes next...

Isn't it... a bit too much?

However, every bit of success rate was necessary. After much inner struggle, Conan decided to crossdress for the sake of the "greater cause"!

"Then I'll leave it to you. We shouldn't waste any more time. Let's dress you up first." Senichi said, taking out a handbag from the back seat. "These are the children's clothes I bought. Try them on, and I'll help you with the rest."

"So, you've planned this from the beginning, right?" Conan looked at the girlish clothes in front of him and immediately realized what was going on. He stared at Senichi with dead fish eyes.

"Of course, when planning, you need to be prepared." Senichi couldn't hold back anymore. A wicked smile appeared on his face as he teasingly said, "It's to save you the trouble of going to buy clothes. Otherwise, how would people look at the two of us later? I can use the excuse that the kid pestered me, but you'll be in trouble."

"Well, I guess I have to thank you then?" Conan rolled his eyes and couldn't help but retort.

Haha, if you didn't do it on purpose, I would write your surname backwards!!

After a round of bantering to lighten the atmosphere, the car fell silent, leaving only Conan's voice on the call.

"Afterward, I'll rely on you to persuade Miss Masami Hirota."

Senichi's expression gradually turned serious. "This is the premise for everything. No matter how good the plan is, it will be in vain if Masami Hirota is unwilling to cooperate with us."

"I understand." Conan put away the earring-shaped phone Doctor Agasa had made for him and his face showed determination. "Then let's do it!"

Then, with a serious expression, Conan took out a wig and female clothing.

In order to disguise himself, Conan had to crossdress. This was necessary to proceed with the plan and also served as a means of protecting his identity.

Perhaps it was because he was still a child and crossdressing was for the purpose of saving someone, Conan only grumbled a little with a "mouthful of complaints" before changing his clothes and putting on the wig in the backseat of the car.

To be honest, even without the wig, Conan, who had a handsome appearance, could easily pass as Haibara in the original storyline.

Now, with Senichi's help in applying makeup, his facial features became more feminine, and no one could tell that this was actually a cute boy.

"I didn't expect you, Senichi-san, to have this skill," Conan said while looking at himself in a small mirror, "I thought I would have to ask my mother to come and help me, but it seems like we can save a lot of time now. Your disguising skills are even more proficient than my mother's. Where did you learn them?"

"That's a secret," Senichi chuckled. "I have plenty of skills you don't know about."

Hearing this, Conan glanced at Senichi with dead fish eyes but didn't say much.

After all, who doesn't have some secrets? Since Senichi didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't dig deeper. As long as he knew that this teammate was reliable, it was enough.

During the time spent on makeup, Doctor Agasa hurriedly drove over and handed over a spare detective badge to Conan.

"You were in a hurry. There's only one spare detective badge left, and there's also a regular-sized walkie-talkie, but it won't hinder communication," Doctor Agasa said, panting slightly.

"Thank you, Doctor," Conan accepted the walkie-talkie and expressed his gratitude.

"Shinichi(Conan), how did you end up like this?"

Doctor Agasa looked at the girl in front of him with a mix of surprise and confusion. If it weren't for the voice still being Conan's, he probably wouldn't have recognized that the girl in front of him was actually Conan.

"No time to explain. We're short on time, so we have to leave now," Conan, feeling embarrassed about being seen in crossdress, quickly retreated back into the car. "I'll explain it to you when we get back!"

"Both of you, be careful," Doctor Agasa looked at Senichi and Conan. "Take care of Shinichi, Detective Senichi."

"Sure, don't worry," Senichi said with a slight smile.

Although Doctor Agasa was somewhat surprised that Senichi knew Conan's identity, Conan had roughly explained it to him over the phone. Since there wasn't the time for clarification, Doctor Agasa simply gave them a worried reminder and watched as Senichi drove away.

There were still two streets separating them from Masami Hirota's apartment. Senichi dropped Conan off, and they maintained real-time communication through Conan's detective badge and the walkie-talkie Senichi had.

And so, after the transformation, the now adorable little girl Conan got out of the car, carrying a handbag, and headed towards Masami Hirota's current residence.

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