[Today, the kitchen/dining area is occupied by a different flavor of Kaito, who has five cards strewn out in a line on the table before him, each one face down. He's reaching out and flipping them over to reveal the faces in random order, before he turns them over again.

Ace of spades, queen of hearts, four of diamonds, ten of clubs, two of hearts, and back to the ace which has mysteriously been transformed to a king of diamonds.

He continues this random pattern for a while, the five cards on the table changing their faces each time he flips them over.

Until he stops suddenly and lifts a card up to frown at it]

... damn it, this wasn't supposed to be a Jack, it was supposed to be another ace.

[he sighs and mumbles to himself as he collects the five cards and produces the rest of the deck from (seemingly) nowhere to shuffle it]

Might as well try again.

[Even the best magicians need practice]

The Conan LOOKS normal. Looks to be about seven. He has glasses. He's still a Shorty McShortshort.

The only thing really out of place is his clothes. They look kind of like a style as a cross between sci-fi movies of the distant future and the seventies.

And while he looked confused, he wasn't really freaking out of suspicious. Just...sort of blank confusion.

"Well....this is new."

[Another Heiji has appeared in the Dressing Room. However, this one is paler than he should be. In fact, this one seems unusually quiet for a Heiji. He doesn't have a bullet wound to the head, so it's not so obvious what he is except to those like him or can sense him. Come poke?]


(This one died at the end of the Naniwa Serial Murder case (episode 118).)