Conan and I start the hell-level main line

The setting sun fell below the horizon, the sky turned dark, and snowflakes like star spots fell from the night sky.

It's snowing, yes, it's a winter day.

However, I felt a little cold, maybe it was my heart that was cold.

"Teacher Natsume, thank you for your teaching." Ayumi smiled cheerfully and packed her schoolbag.

Mitsuhiko also expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Natsume. I feel like I have learned a lot."

"Teacher Natsume, thank you so much!" Maria's lovely smile warms people's hearts.

The five little ones surrounded Natsume Xing and expressed their sincere gratitude. They were really lucky to have such a good teacher.

Natsume Xing smiled, maybe, she wasn't cold in her heart.

"Okay, it's getting dark, you should go home quickly, otherwise your parents will be worried."

"Okay! Goodbye, Natsume-sensei."

"Goodbye."

"Edogawa, don't sleep, we have to leave." Ai also packed her schoolbag. Although there was no need for her to listen with her IQ, she still wanted to join in.

But this guy was sleeping all the time, almost from beginning to end.

"Ah, is it finally over? I'm so sleepy." Conan rubbed his eyes and yawned.

However, the other people all looked at him with disapproving eyes.

"I really don't understand why Conan's grades are still so good when he hardly pays attention in class and is always daydreaming." Yuan Tai complained in a low voice. To be honest, he was a little jealous. He was obviously like this too, so why was his grade so bad.

"Maybe this is talent." Mitsuhiko could only use this reason to comfort himself, but in response to Yuanta's implicit complaint, Mitsuhiko just responded with a cold eye.

Natsume Xing: "Okay, everyone, go away. Remember to do well in the math competition next week."

"Ok."

After leaving the restaurant, everyone went their separate ways. Ai and Conan were going the same way, so they went back together, but the daily team voice chat was still going on.

Xiao Ai frowned and said in an unfriendly voice: "Hey, I'm talking to you, you really can't act like a child."

Conan was stunned, "Ah, why do you say that?"

"First of all, think about how you are in class every day. As a result, your grades are always so good. Your reputation as a top student is known to everyone in the class. Don't you think this is a good thing?"

"Why do you say that? I feel pretty good. After all, I am a well-known academic master in Teitan High School."

(You are my childhood sweetheart who is a little famous. Sister Bei said that the gossip industry in the whole school is all because of you.)

Ai glared at him and said, "Hey, haven't you figured it out yet? Your current identity is Edogawa Conan, not Kudo Shinichi."

Conan: "Ah, does that matter?"

"Now in everyone's eyes, Edogawa Conan is an out-and-out elementary school student, but look at yourself, how much of an elementary school student you are? Just looking at your grades, do you think a normal elementary school student can do this?"

"Ah, this..." Conan really hadn't thought about it. He had always acted according to his own behavior and really didn't think too much.

"People in our class may think that you are just a pure academic master, but what about people outside? Will they have deeper speculations?"

"Not to mention the organization that made your body smaller. Will they become suspicious about this? After all, they are the culprit." Xiao Ai said meaningfully, staring at him and questioning him.

"Ah, that seems to be true..." Conan understood what Huiyuan meant. He really didn't act like a primary school student.

"Think about it more yourself. Someone once told me: 'When you decide to play an identity, you should understand that now you have become him.'" After saying this, Xiao Ai quickened her pace and wanted to leave directly.

"Hey, wait, tell me first, did you go out to chat with that member of the organization named Qin Lei just now?" Conan didn't have the brain to think about what Ai meant now. He cared more about the organization's intelligence.

Conan, when will you understand your true situation now?

Xiao Ai didn't look back, but just paused for a moment, but her pace quickened again.

"No, you saw it wrong."

"No, tell me, what did you talk about!" Conan ran after him eagerly, he really wanted to know.

But Xiao Ai didn't want to say anything more to him. She had a cold face and walked silently, as if she was in a cold state.

Is it anger, dissatisfaction, or... pain.

At this time, a little boy with a lollipop in his mouth happened to pass by them and looked at them curiously.

Is this... a teenage version of "Chasing Girls Under the Moon"?...

Conan wasn't paying attention and accidentally bumped into the little boy and passed him by.

"Oh, sorry." It was just a simple sentence.

But the little boy didn't think so. At that moment when they met, the little boy had a gloomy face and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He picked up a small object with his fingers, and in that extremely brief moment, as if it was an afterimage, or as if time was slowed down, he quickly put it on the inside of Conan's football belt with his backhand.

what is that?

Of course, it is Conan's favorite transmitter and eavesdropping device~

The little boy's eyes flashed a dark blue light as he watched Conan chasing after Ai and pestering her.

"Xiao Ai, please tell me..."

The little boy just smiled and continued eating his lollipop, pretending to be a passerby who knew nothing.

"Conan, since you want to know the organization's information so much, I'll give you a chance."

"But once you get the information, you have to tell me for free~ Hehe..."

The little boy's eyes were dark blue. He turned his back to the dim light of the street lamp and walked into the black shadow in the white snowy night.

……

The next day, three different guests came to the Maori Detective Agency.

Originally, Kogoro Mori was still proud of watching the interviews on the cases he had solved during this period.

That handsome posture... Only Maori Kogoro himself could appreciate it.

"A man doesn't need to speak, his back says it all." Kogoro Mouri continued pretending to be handsome and said lightly.

Conan (﹁“﹁): You were obviously sleeping most of the time, but when you woke up you didn’t know the details of the case and couldn’t answer, so you put on this self-righteous and arrogant back.

The reason why my uncle was turned into a famous detective was because it was a compromise measure that had to be taken in order to obtain intelligence from the organization.

But there are no useful clues here, and Huiyuan has her own secrets that she is unwilling to tell.

The organization is collecting large sums of money while asking Huihara to continue producing that inexplicable medicine. What on earth are they trying to do?

By the way, I remember they were also present in the Twin Towers skyscraper incident, and in the end they were mainly responsible for blowing up the main computer of the Tokiwa Group.

Their real goal should be to steal data, but the Tokiwa Group is a company specializing in software development and game development.

Could it be that they are interested in software?

They wouldn't invest a huge amount of money to create a game program.

At this time, Xiaolan received a call from the office. Because Natsume Xing was not in the office today, Xiaolan had to take over the job of this confused Kogoro.

Xiaolan was chatting with the other party and mentioned some games on the phone.

Conan looked over, Yeah, what a coincidence.

"A software engineer suddenly disappeared. Yes, you want to find this person's whereabouts, right?" Xiaolan answered the phone seriously and took notes.

Conan had a premonition of something, and the images of gin, vodka, and Fu Hua Shi came to his mind.

They are black shadows that linger for a long time.

Soon, three clients came to visit together. Xiaolan made hot tea for them, and under Xiaolan's strong coercion, Maori Kogoro adjusted to work mode.

"This is the software system engineer who disappeared a week ago, Mr. Itakura Taku."

Kogoro Mouri was holding the photo, pondering something, while Conan was lying on the sofa and listening as usual.

They are looking for the missing Itakura Taku because they all commissioned the design of the game software to Itakura Taku.

But the deadline is approaching, and this guy actually disappeared from them, which really made them angry.

Xiaolan recognized the man at first sight as Mr. Itakura Taku, a famous contemporary CG worker, and she also explained some basic knowledge to the two ignorant detectives.

(Xiaolan always understands some strange people and things..)

Client A: "Well, Mr. Itakura has retired from CG now. He is now concentrating on software development."

Client B: "We chose Mr. Itakura because his software development skills are outstanding and he is one of the best in the industry."

Client C: "But I didn't expect him to disappear."

Conan: Oh, this person is quite capable, but the more famous people are, the more they like to disappear.

Haha, he remembered his father, the mystery writer Kudo Yusaku, who slipped back to the United States without saying a word after the incident at the Beika Municipal Building.

And I also got rid of a bunch of editors from publishing houses who were urging me to submit my manuscripts.

Haha, this dad...

Conan originally intended to treat this matter as an ordinary missing person case and then return to his ordinary daily life.

But this time, the client told a shocking piece of news, making this ordinary weekend extraordinary.

Maori Kogoro: "By the way, if he is so famous, could he have been kidnapped by someone?"

"It's not impossible for him. I still remember that two years ago, when I went to Mr. Itakura's company, I saw a burly man with a beard and a Kansai accent talking to him."

Conan was stunned. This description seemed a little familiar.

"You should have seen him too. He was also present at the software launch event held by Mantang this year."

!!! Conan was shocked, that was... Tequila!!

"So, what did that burly guy say in the company?" Conan immediately became serious and asked impatiently.

"How would I know? When I arrived at the company, I only heard him say, 'You are no longer useful,' and then he left."

"That's all, there must be something else to say!" Conan wanted to continue asking, but Xiaolan picked him up to prevent him from disturbing Kogoro Mouri's work.

Conan has already ignited the flame of pursuit and there is no way he can extinguish it.

This time, we must find Mr. Itakura as soon as possible to find out about the organization!

But everyone also knows that it is useless to arrive early, because people who have been targeted by the god of death will never have the chance to speak.

(For the following content, please watch TV332-333 episodes "The Remaining Silent Testimonies". I won't waste words here.)

……

"It's really too long for us to test each other for 20 years. Once separated by time and space, people's hearts and dreams will all change."

"If I could live my life over again, I would really like to go back to 20 years ago, back to the time when we were young and had the same dream."

……

At night, fine white snow began to fall again.

Because Kogoro Mouri had to go to the police station to talk with Inspector Megure, he had to let Xiaolan and Conan go home first.

Xiaolan took Conan and walked on the brightly lit streets of the city, and the snow gradually began to fall.

Conan held tightly in his pocket the diary of Itakura Taku that he had finally obtained. This time he could finally understand what happened between Itakura Taku and Tequila two years ago.

"Conan, I have a question for you." Xiaolan stopped, her expression somewhat complicated and depressed.

"Do you think people can really change?"

“Does a person really change once he leaves?”

Conan didn't answer, but just held her hand and looked at her.

“This feeling of waiting all the time is really too tiring.”

Conan: "Don't worry, Shinichi-nii will not change. He is still the same person you knew before."

"So Sister Xiaolan, you don't have to worry."

Xiaolan looked at him, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, her voice was a little choked but still strong.

"It would be great if you were Shinichi."

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, the cold snow kept falling, falling on their bodies, melting and dissipating.

"I'm such a fool, what did I say?" Xiaolan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and spoke jokingly, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice.

Maybe she really hopes that Conan... is Shinichi.

Conan didn't say anything, his heart was distressed and complicated. Xiaolan, it's not like that. Actually, I also want to...

No, I absolutely cannot say that!

I have to find out their identities now, and I must not tell the truth before I get rid of them.

At this moment, the door of the telephone booth in front opened, and time seemed to slow down at this moment.

A man wearing a black knitted hat, dressed in light black clothes and holding a cigarette in his mouth walked out.

Conan's eyes were solemn, his pupils slightly shrank. He, he was...

Akai Shuichi noticed them, looking at each other quietly in the light snow.

"Why are you crying again?" Akai Shuichi looked at Xiaolan with cold eyes, as if he was moved by the scene, and said lightly.

"Why are you always crying?"

Conan was stunned: Always?!

Xiaolan wiped away her tears and said with her strong eyes: "Can't I cry?"

"No," Akai Shuichi closed his eyes, "I just suddenly thought of a woman who looks very similar to you, pretending to be calm on the surface, but crying behind your back."

"Just like a silly woman."

Akai Shuichi walked past Xiaolan with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth, and a gloomy face, then walked into the crowd and left in the snow.

Conan: "Sister Xiaolan, do you know that person just now?"

"Well, I met him when Shinichi and I went to New York together. I was waiting for Shinichi in front of an abandoned building, and the man just now walked over."

"He asked me if I had seen a Japanese man with long silver hair and a stubbled face, an American with red hair, and a Japanese man wearing a mask."

(The three are Vermouth, Bloody Mary and Fu Huashi who were chased by Akai Shuichi in the New York chapter.)

Conan was shocked. He remembered the man with long silver hair. He was the road demon he rescued in New York.

Xiaolan: "But he doesn't look like a bad guy."

Conan: "Why?"

"Because the person who came with him at the time was wearing a jacket with the FBI logo on it. Oh, and there was also an American-looking man wearing a peaked cap with scary eyes. It was he who brought the FBI to look for that person."

FBI... Conan wondered, has even the FBI of the United States intervened in Japan?