Conan walked around tropical land trying to decide which ride he'd try to get on next. He paid special mind to avoid the rides, or just any place in general, that had security, considering he hadn't actually paid to get in and therefore didn't have the wristband required to get on the rides. Also, for him it was even harder to avoid security because he was a child wandering around without a guardian (and he was running out of excuses to give the security guards at this point). Most of the time, he could easily find some sort of secret entrance that would lead to the line for the ride, but that usually was very time consuming and didn't allow him to go on many rides during the day. So usually Conan just tried to sneak in with a group of people because adults don't tend to pay much attention to what's below their eye level.

However, Conan was really looking forward to going on the Mystery Coaster (as the fan of mysteries that he is), but, being a new attraction and more popular than the other rides, it had more security and they actually made sure to check if everyone going in had a wristband. Unfortunately for Tropical Land, Conan was far too determined to let such a trivial thing stop him from going on the coaster he so desperately wanted to ride. So, sneaking past the guards, he walked around the perimeter of the ride looking for any sort of vent or door that could potentially lead to the inside. Fortunately he didn't have to look for long, but unfortunately, it was because some other kids had found it first.

"Look you can get in from here, see?" The girl said, quite loudly too (like seriously, they weren't too far from the actual entrance and the security guards; they could easily be overheard). Conan saw a teenager look over at them with a disappointing look on his face, as if to prove him correct.

Somehow, the kids managed to get in without getting caught. But, Conan wouldn't dare risk to go in after them. He didn't want to be associated with them anyways. Accepting his fate, he went off to try and find something else to do, planning to try again later.

An hour of ride scouting later, Conan made his way back to the mystery coaster, but it was surrounded by police. He asked some random police officer what had happened and figured out that someone had actually been murdered. Apparently some guy was beheaded. (Like, how do you even get beheaded on a roller coaster.)

Conan was now quite thankful to the kids who prevented him from going on the ride. He certainly didn't want to get involved in a murder case or be around the police (he probably would've been caught and yelled at for sneaking in, especially without a guardian). Disappointedly, he accepted that he wouldn't be able to ride the Mystery Coaster and went off to try and find one more ride to go on before the park closed.

Conan had finally located a ride and decided to do a quick search around it to find an entrance. When he was searching behind a building he came across someone else. He looked like a businessman, he was wearing a fancy suit and holding a large briefcase. He kept nervously checking his watch as if he was waiting for someone. Curiosity officially piqued, Conan decided this was more interesting than whatever ride he planned on going on and hid behind some bushes. Eventually, someone else showed up. He was quite a large man, and wore all black. Out of the corner of his eye, he also noticed a teenager slowly following behind him. He quietly sneaked along the wall and peeked around the corner. Conan vaguely recognized him as the famous high school detective, Kudo Shinichi (which was surprising to him because he had spent the majority of his life in America and had only returned to Japan recently).

The man in black then said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Director."

The other man said nervously, "Took you long enough. I've been waiting for two hours now! Anyways, hurry! Give me the film!"

"Hold your horses. The money comes first."

The director then opened up the briefcase showing a large amount of money. Kudo took out his phone and started recording. Conan realized that whatever was going was very illegal and he probably shouldn't be seeing it, and started paying extra attention in making sure he stayed well hidden.

"Deal complete." The large man said, throwing over the film.

As the Director ran away, another man had arrived, slowly sneaking up on the detective. He was similarly dressed in all black and had long silver hair, holding a long and heavy looking metal pipe. He simply looked evil, as if he could kill you with just a glare. Conan desperately wanted to warn the teen but he was too petrified to even move. Frozen in place, he watched as the man raised the pipe above his head.

"Your detective game ends here!" He yelled as he struck Kudo in the back of the head. He limply fell to the ground.

"A-aniki!" The large man had said as he turned around to meet the other. He stared at the fallen teen, shocked.

"Isn't he that detective? Let's kill him!" He said, bringing out a gun.

"Wait! The police are still around. Let's use this new poison from the organization instead." He lifted the detective's head up by his hair and forced the pill into his mouth. He then poured water into his mouth and, when they had made sure he swallowed it, they quickly left.

Thinking he had just watched someone get murdered, Conan was surprised when Kudo weakly sat up and immediately stuck his fingers down his throat. He started gagging and continued until he had actually thrown up. Quite disgusted, Conan hadn't realized what he was doing until Kudo had found a partially dissolved pill capsule from the mess.

They both silently sighed in relief realizing the teen probably wasn't going to die in the immediate future. Conan considered coming out of hiding to maybe try and help Kudo but he decided against it. He didn't exactly know him and didn't know how he'd react to some child coming out from the bushes and saying he saw him almost get murdered. (He was also still too scared to move but he didn't want to admit that.)

Being brought out of his thoughts, he noticed that Kudo was quietly talking to himself. "I just almost died... W-what should I do? ... They think I'm dead... I can't t-tell anyone... It's too dangerous..."

He sounded very panicked and probably didn't even notice he was talking out loud. Conan truly felt for him, but just, couldn't bring himself to do anything.

Kudo slowly started to stand up. "I-I have to get out of here." He sputtered out. Gripping the wall, he trudged and disappeared around the corner.

Conan sat there silently for a while. He too had no idea what to do. He probably shouldn't call the police. This seemed too dangerous. Should he go try and follow Kudo? No, he had been waiting for too long; Kudo was probably long gone. He was too tired for this. (Well, Conan has had his fair share of all nighters but he still needed caffeine in order to stay up this late. He was also tired from walking around all day, and he still needed to find a place to stay.) He finally decided to get up, stretching his stiff legs. He walked out to the street and just started to wander, clueless of the final destination. Eventually, it had started to rain, soaking him to the bone. After a while, he slipped and fell into a puddle of mud. (Where did that even come from? It seemed to be exceptionally muddy on this road.) Could this day get any worse. He looked up and noticed he was by a restaurant named Colombo. His stomach growled. Sadly, he realized he was also quite hungry (Without any money, it wasn't as if he was able to get any food at Tropical Land.) He sighed and stood up.

Suddenly, an idea entered Conan's mind. (A very stupid idea, but an idea nonetheless.) He could pretend to be Kudo, saying his body had shrunk by this crazy drug from a secret organization (and he did look quite similar to Kudo). He wanted to immediately blow off the thought; even he wasn't insane enough to do this. But after a few seconds of consideration, he realized it probably wouldn't be the craziest idea he's ever had. (Sneaking onto a plane probably took the cake. And he had actually succeeded. He wouldn't even be in Japan if he hadn't.) He didn't think Kudo would go to anyone he held close with something this dangerous, based off of what he said earlier. Besides, the pros out-weighed the cons. If he succeeded, he would get a place to stay and free food, clothes, and education (it would also give him something to do tonight). And if he had failed, he would probably just get a light scolding. Well, it was a bit immoral to pretend to be a guy who had almost just got murdered and who was probably very traumatized, but Conan wasn't exactly known for being the most morally correct. Maybe he was insane enough to do this.

So, he decided to try this out. He brought out his phone and looked up the detective's address. It was surprisingly easy to find. Turns out he actually wasn't that far and was already heading in the right direction. He decided he should probably know more about the guy he was about to pretend to be, so, on his way there, he looked up more about Kudo. He found out that both his parents were famous, his dad a mystery novelist and his mom an actor, and that he had no siblings. His neighbor, Agasa Hiroshi, was also a famous inventor, and seemed to be the perfect candidate to try and convince. Conan had also looked at some interviews and had found out a couple of things. Kudo had a close childhood friend (or love interest, according to some), Mouri Ran, and her father, Mouri Kogoro, was also a detective, although not a famous one. Kudo had also quoted Sherlock quite a few times, so it was safe to assume he was a fan.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed the looming presence of the Kudo manor. He walked up to the gate and was almost too short to even open it, but, with just a bit of jumping, he was able to get in. Unfortunately for Conan, Kudo was actually a careful person sometimes and had locked his house before he left. However, fortunately for Conan, he knew how to lock pick. A typical house lock was a piece of cake and only took a few minutes to pick. In no time, Conan was inside the Kudo household. Thankfully, it didn't seem Kudo had gone back to his house, so he had free reign to search for the detective's room. When he had found it, he looked through Kudo's wardrobe to find clothes that were similar enough to the clothes he had worn to Tropical Land, finding a pair of light colored jeans, a yellow collared shirt, and a blue hoodie (he could drop the green jacket). After putting on the oversized clothes, he hid his dirty child sized clothes (just a simple hoodie and pair of shorts) in the back of Kudo's closet, planning to come back for them later. When he got back outside, he rolled around in some dirt to make himself even more dirty than he already was from the mud. He also intentionally scraped himself up to make his act more convincing. He was now ready.

Conan made his way over to the neighbor's house. Conveniently, Agasa was already outside his house because of an ... explosion? From one of his inventions? Probably. Conan ran up to him. Well here goes nothing "Agasa! It's me, Shinichi!" He yelled.

"Hm? Oh, if you're a relative of Shinichi's, his house is next door." He said pointing behind Conan.

"No, I'm Shinichi! I was forced to take a strange drug that made me shrink!"

"Drug that made you shrink?"

"Yeah."

Agasa's face dawned an angry expression. "If there is such a drug, I want some proof! I'm taking you to the police!" He said grabbing Conan's hand.

Well.. it was worth a shot.

As a last ditch attempt, Conan said, "Wait! You just ran back from the restaurant Colombo, right?"

"H-how'd you know that!?" It worked!

"Because of your clothes," He bluffed, "There are water stains on the front but not on the back, which proves you were running through the rain. Also, there's mud on your pants, and the only place nearby that has a muddy road is Colombo." (Conan thanked his past self for tripping in front of the restaurant.)

Noticing some sauce on his moustache, he bluffed even more, "Also, there's some of Colombo's special sauce on your moustache."

"Sh-Shinichi?"

"Elementary, my dear Agasa." He hoped quoting Sherlock would further prove his validity, and.. it seemed to be working.

"Anyways, let's get you cleaned up!" Agasa said as he dragged him towards the Kudo household.

Conan was quite surprised. He didn't actually think he'd manage to convince him, or that his bluff with the restaurant earlier would work. (Well he wasn't completely bluffing; he had actually figured out most of it. He was quite smart for his age.) At least he now has a place to stay, and the bragging rights to say he managed to convince someone he was actually 10 years older than he looked. And, maybe, he could convince even more.