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Teenagers in high school are always full of energy.

On the high school campus full of youth, you can see cherry blossom petals flying all over the sky, and you can hear the laughter of teenagers everywhere.

In the classroom, the teacher stood on the podium and wrote neat blackboard writing, while the students took notes carefully at the desks, with the nibs rustling on the paper.

It seems that everything is so harmonious and peaceful.

until......

"Mr. Kurosawa! Please stand up and answer this question!" The teacher had a gloomy face and tapped the blackboard behind him with chalk.

"Uh-huh?"

Sitting in the last row, Akira Kurosawa raised his face with his messy hair, his eyes slightly confused.All the eyes of the whole class and the teacher were focused on him.

With black hair and white skin, wearing the spring uniform of Didan High School, if one ignores the suspicious bookmarks on his face, he might look like an obedient student.

There was an eerie silence at the moment.

"You guys continue......"

As if he didn't wake up, he lay back on his stomach again, rubbed his arm, found a comfortable position and fell asleep again.

"Crack it!"

The teacher's face turned black in an instant, and he was so angry that he even broke the chalk in his hand.

"Student Akira Kurosawa!"

"To!"

Under the roar that almost resounded through the entire floor, Kurosawa immediately jumped up from his position in fright, and stood up straight.With a radiant look, he didn't see the slightest drowsiness from just now.

He looked at the teacher on the podium without moving, and seemed very calm.

"Pfft haha!"

There was a burst of laughter from the students around.

"Please come up and answer the questions on the blackboard." The teacher tried to keep calm and pointed to the blackboard.

"Ah? Me?" Akira Kurosawa raised his hand to press the disobedient strands of hair on his head, and walked towards the blackboard calmly.

Oops, what kind of class is this class? The Kanban book seems to be math.

Math class... what was taught in high school math class!

Is it some kind of trigonometric function... No... What is that up and down and crooked graph on the blackboard...

Akira Kurosawa came to the blackboard with a standard well-behaved student smile, and took the fresh white chalk from the teacher's hand.

Just when the teacher's face softened a little, Kurosawa Jin spoke.

"Teacher, which question do you want me to answer?"

Akira Kurosawa looked at the teacher innocently, and pointed to the blackboard full of blackboard writing.

"You... you go down for me! Don't waste time! Come to my office after class!"

"Hahaha!" Now, the whole class couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Akira Kurosawa, who was invited to the office for tea for no reason, only felt aggrieved.

What, obviously the teacher asked him to go up to answer the questions, and I asked him which question to answer, but in the end not only let me down, but also told him to go to the office for tea.

Sitting back in his seat, the teacher simply ignored him and continued with the class.

After such a fuss, Akira Kurosawa didn't feel sleepy at all.

He rested his chin on his hands and looked out the window quietly.

Outside the window is bright sunshine, blue sky and white clouds.The breeze blows over the cherry trees, raising many fallen petals.

The breeze with the scent of flowers came towards him, blowing away his slightly long hair, revealing those bright eyes.

light brown.

The blue sky and white clouds seem to be reflected in the eyes, reflecting the colors of the whole world.

Next, the teacher continued the boring and hypnotic class.

"Jingle Bell--!"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the teacher put away the lesson plans on the podium, and gave Kurosawa a hard look before leaving.

Kurosawa spread his hands helplessly, got up and walked out of the classroom.

"Let me tell you, Kudo. Isn't this guy too arrogant! He looks arrogant!" A burly boy looked at the boy standing beside him, "Should we find some brothers to clean him up and teach him He's a new man?"

The young man twitched his mouth silently after hearing this, and said angrily, "You still think you were not beaten hard enough by Xiaolan last time! After all, you are a new classmate, so don't go looking for trouble. That guy is not easy to mess with."

"Kudou, are you scared? It turns out that our famous detectives are also scared sometimes?" The boy looked at the boy with disgust, "Anyway, I don't like that guy."

As he said that, he rolled up his cuffs, preparing to block people at the entrance of the corridor later.

"Don't worry." The boy stretched out his hand to grab the boy, "Listen to me."

"Since he was called by the teacher just now, I have been observing him. The bookmarks on his face seemed to indicate that he was asleep, but he was able to remain calm the moment he was called up, without a trace of panic. If he wasn't Responding fast enough is pretending to be asleep."

"So what? There are not a few people who can react as fast as him. Also, pretending to sleep? It's not like you don't know how hypnotic the teacher's class is."

"When he walked onto the podium, his steps were steady, but his heels never really landed. If it hadn't been a habit, ordinary people would not deliberately walk in such a way of concealing the sound of footsteps in their daily life."

"what?"

"There is another key point, which is also the most important..."

"I said Shinichi! What are you doing again!"

The boy wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by the girl who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Xiao Lan...I just!"

Feeling being approached by a girl suddenly, Shin Kudo subconsciously hid behind him.

The girl seemed a little unhappy, and waved her clenched fist.

"Really, don't play this kind of detective game at school! Kurosawa-san has just transferred to another school, so don't speak ill of others behind your back!" Mao Lilan took Kudo Shinichi's arm, "Hurry up, we have to go to class Alright! The next class is physical education."

With that said, they followed other students in the classroom to the locker room to change into sportswear.

On the way, Kudo Shinichi's mood was not as good as usual when he was reasoning.

Just now there is the most critical point, that is, details that are so important that you can ignore everything else.

When Akira Kurosawa took the chalk from the teacher's hand, Shinichi Kudo saw the callus on his hand.

There are thin calluses on the left and right sides of the index finger at the joint between the thumb and index finger.

Although the cocoon is not very obvious because of the angle of observation, Kudo Shinichi, who has so many years of investigation experience and has witnessed countless crime scenes, recognized it almost instantly as a gun cocoon.

Akira Kurosawa is by no means an ordinary high school student.

"Hey, you're back to your senses! Great detective!"

Running on the shady field with the football net, the teammates beside him shouted loudly, and Kudo Shinichi had to withdraw his mind.

He stretched out his foot to catch the football passed by his teammates and charged forward.

Run, dribble, stop, feint, shoot!

perfect.

This youthful campus is probably a place where teenagers can freely sway their blood and sweat.With unlimited expectations for the future, holding everything they own tightly in their hands, even if their minds are still a little immature, they can't stop their firm progress.

When the football entered the gate, there was overwhelming cheers, and everyone had a happy expression on their faces.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him.

Akira Kurosawa carried his schoolbag in one hand, draped it casually behind his shoulder, and walked out of the school gate leisurely with moderate steps.

It was as if it was divided into two worlds with all the laughter and laughter around here.

Akira Kurosawa walked out of the school gate, but turned around and took another good look at the school behind him.

Did I really become a 17-year-old high school student...

Withdrawing his gaze, the slightly long hair slightly covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression at this time.

The breeze blew, and the cherry blossom petals that fell on the ground were rolled up again.

Flying all over the sky.

Kurosawa's home is not far from the school, just a few minutes' walk away.

"Squeak-"

Kurosawa pushed open the iron gate of his house.

This is an ordinary courtyard house.

From the outside, it looks like the surrounding houses, nothing special.

2-20, Mihua-cho, Tokyo, is an ordinary small place.

Walk from the yard to the door, open the fingerprint lock and press it, and the door opens.

It was still in the afternoon, and Hei Mingze had a lot of time to stay at home.

The decoration style and furnishings in the house are simple and elegant.But no matter how you look at it, it seems that a lot of thought has been spent on it.

When alone, Kurosawa might like to take a comfortable bath, then nestle in his bedroom, flipping through the books on the bookshelf.

Leisurely and easy life.

As for saying "maybe" he would like it, that's because Akira Kurosawa didn't know what kind of person he was in the past.

He prepared hot water for bathing, changed his spring school uniform, and walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

The heat gradually rose, and the water mist began to fill the air. The not-so-big bathroom soon echoed with the sound of flushing water.The moderate temperature of water washed Kurosawa's body, gradually flowing from the top of his hair to his feet.

The boy's body looked a little thin, with fair skin, but smooth muscle lines.But if you get closer, you will find that your body is covered with scars.

Knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and many unknown scars.There are several crooked scars on the shoulders, back, and even the abdomen.

Every scar looks so soul-stirring, even if it has healed long ago, it is enough to make people imagine the tragedy when they were injured.

Akira Kurosawa lifted up the wet hair between his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead and handsome face.

For the first time, the hazel eyes were fully revealed.

There was coldness between his brows and eyes.

Those sharp eyes like a falcon seem to be able to see through everything and look directly into people's hearts.

But he couldn't see through himself.

He doesn't remember who he was, what kind of identity he had, and why he is here now.

When he opened his eyes for the first time in his memory, he appeared in this room with some inexplicable scars all over his body, and beside him were all the documents and materials related to the identity of "Akira Kurosawa".

don't remember anything.

Only this strange house, and those well-prepared supplies.It seems to be sure that even if I don't remember anything, I can still survive here independently.

It was as if someone had deliberately arranged it for him.

It wasn't until a few days ago that he came to the nearby Didan High School according to the transfer permit he found in the documents, that his almost chaotic memory finally showed signs of recovery.

He remembered that he used to have a company that was not considered big, and then it seemed that he encountered an air crash on the way to a foreign country...

But no matter how you look at it, the original identity of this body is either a killer, or a gang boss.

Perhaps the world he is in now is not the original world at all.

It's a pity that his current memory is in a mess, as long as he tries to recall the past, he will feel a sharp pain in his head, and he has to forcibly interrupt his memory.

What a hassle.

Akira Kurosawa rinsed his head with water, trying to clear up his confused brain.He turned off the switch of the water a little annoyedly, raised his feet and lay down in the bathtub.

The hot water gradually submerged his body, and the warm feeling surrounded his body, swept away his exhaustion, and seemed to make people forget all the troublesome things.

comfortable.

He stretched out his hands and put them in front of his eyes. On his two slender hands, there were thin calluses on the left and right sides of the index finger between the thumb and index finger.

Even on the shoulders, there is a layer of calluses, which seems to be the marks left by using large guns.

Judging from the injuries on this body, he had at least countless times of experience in fighting in the hail of bullets, and the gun calluses on his hands should be thicker.The strange thing is that the callus is only a thin layer, and even the toughness is excellent, unlike the old callus that has been practiced for many years.

Not only that, the scars that were almost fatal wounds also healed better than expected, and the surrounding parts of the scars did not look obtrusive, as if they had been deliberately removed.

Naturally, Akira Kurosawa didn't believe it. In his opinion, these scars were more like a record of the man's illustrious military exploits. It must have been a period of extraordinary years that was enough to make people sigh.

According to the data, he is a 17-year-old high school student. Because his parents divorced and worked abroad all year round, he was left alone in Japan.But how could a 17-year-old boy have so many scars on his body!Even if he only stays in the hospital for a month every time he is injured, it is impossible for him to go to the battlefield since elementary school!

Unless... there is something wrong with this body itself.

Kurosawa stood up from the gradually cooling water.After drying off the drops of water, he put on the clean clothes he had prepared earlier, and walked out of the bathroom.

Now there is not enough information about his true identity, and his memory is still chaotic, it is better to wait and see what happens.In any case, the most important thing is to survive here safely.

The night gradually darkened.

The students studying at the school also returned home, preparing to enjoy a delicious dinner with their families.

However......

"Ding dong~"

"Mom, really, why did you ask me to visit now! I just finished school!"

Kudo Shinichi held a paper bag in his hand and stood in front of the iron gate with a helpless expression.

A few nights ago, the lights in the unoccupied house next to their house suddenly turned on, and Yukiko Kudo wondered if a new resident had moved in.So I prepared a meeting gift today and asked Kudo Shinichi to help deliver it.

He has been standing at the door for a long time.

If his mother hadn't said that he saw the new neighbor coming home, he would have wondered if there was anyone in the house.

Strangely, with his superior reasoning ability, he couldn't see any flaws.There was no sign of anyone in the house at all.

Just when he was about to lose his patience and was about to turn around and go home, the door of the house opened.

A dark-haired boy in home clothes came out.

"Kurosawa... Akira? It's you! Kurosawa-san!"

Kudo Shinichi looked at the young man walking towards him in shock, and subconsciously looked at the nameplate next to the gate.

is empty.

It looks like it hasn't been long since I moved here, and I haven't had time to change it yet.

"who are you?"

Kurosawa frowned, looking at the boy who was half a head shorter than him in front of him.

"Ah? I'm Kudo Shinichi, a high school detective, your classmate."

Kudo Shinichi seemed to have never encountered such a situation, and was slightly dumbfounded, but quickly recovered his original expression.

Please, even a new classmate who just transferred from another school, don't completely ignore him, a famous detective!Didn't it mean that even people from other schools and other regions have heard of his reputation!

Hey, it's not like I can't even remember his name.

Kudo Shinichi silently twitched the corners of his mouth, handed the paper bag prepared by Kiko to Akira Kurosawa, and explained the purpose of his visit.

Kurosawa didn't refuse, but he didn't open the door for Kudo Shinichi, he took the paper bag and walked back.

"That's it. I didn't expect that we are neighbors. I hope you can give me more advice in the future! By the way, did you leave early today? I didn't see you during the physical education class..."

"Snapped!"

Before Kudo Shin could finish his sentence, the boy in front of him closed the door expressionlessly.

"What kind of attitude, this guy!" He knocked on the iron gate angrily, but turned and went home after seeing no response from the people in the room.

Even when he was walking on the road, he seemed to be chanting something in dissatisfaction.

Akira Kurosawa stood in front of the window, which was covered tightly with opaque curtains.Through the slit that was barely visible, Kudo Shinichi gradually disappeared from sight.

He looked away, reached out and opened the paper bag, and took out everything inside.Inside is an exquisitely made Japanese dessert that looks delicious.Also included is a greeting card.Even the wrapping paper has some cute cartoon patterns printed on it.

Akira Kurosawa didn't have time to pay attention to those things. After fumbling with his slender fingers for a while at the bottom of the paper bag, he tore off a small white sticker.

He squeezed it a little harder, and there was a slight cracking sound of some parts inside.

It's a bug.

Then, he took the lighter on the table, lit it, and threw it into the ashtray beside him.

The stickers made of unknown materials could not resist the erosion of the flames, and soon became blackened residue in the ashtray.

Akira Kurosawa looked at the house next door through the slit between the windows again.

"Kudo... Shinichi? I seem to have heard this name somewhere..."

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Kurosawa: Who am I?where am iWhat am I going to do?I don't remember anything, so please let me live a normal life!

Gin: [Working hard to clean up the mess left by a runaway unscrupulous leader, working]

The author has something to say:

Kurosawa: Who am I?where am iWhat am I going to do?I don't remember anything, so please let me live a normal life!

Gin: [Working hard to clean up the mess left by a runaway unscrupulous leader, working]

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