magician under the moon

But what is the real answer to the puzzle, and what kind of mystery lies behind the answer?

There are mysteries hidden in his father, and Kaito Kuroba knew about this when he learned of his father's identity and cause of death a year ago.But even in the face of such an astonishing truth, at that time, he just slowly closed his eyes and silently accepted the fact that ordinary people could hardly accept.After that, he fearlessly took on the mission with an uncertain future with a calmness and courage that did not match his actual age.In the following year, I tasted a lot of tastes, pride, joy, guilt, and pain. . . . .But in Kuroba Kaito's dictionary, there is a word that has never appeared before, hesitation.This is not because the magician under the moon is never tireless and fearless, but because even in the most painful and confusing time, he has an unshakable belief in his heart: everything I do is my father's hope. I did, everything I did was to avenge my father.

However, if...

"Kang" a not too loud sound broke Kaito's thoughts.After a full second, Kaito realized from the slight pain in his right hand that he had slammed on the table, and couldn't help being stunned.When his father left suddenly eight years ago, Kaito always had dreams at night, and every dream, whether good or bad, was always about his father.During the day, he was always in a daze from time to time, and his father's figure was also full of intentional or unintentional memories.

However, dreams and memories always have an end, and the sadness at that end is beyond the young Kaito's ability to bear.Whenever this happens, Kaito can't help but want to cry.But when he was young, he knew clearly that he no longer had such willful power.Kaito is an extremely proud and sensitive child, he can't stand even the friendly gazes from others, let alone the consolation from his relatives who suppress their grief.So, gradually, Kuroba Kaito developed a habit, whenever the confusion of his thoughts was about to exceed the range he could bear, he would slam on a hard object, with the sound of the knock and the short-term pain , Let yourself return to reality from the vortex of thoughts.Although this method is clumsy, it has been tried repeatedly, until as he grew older, Kaito Kuroba finally gradually got rid of the shadow in his heart, gradually began to let his soul be bathed in the sun again, and gradually let himself return to the inner and outer When he was a young man full of vigor, such behavior gradually stopped.

But, tonight...

'What's wrong with me, I'm suspicious. Kaito Kuroba shook his head, showing a wry smile that no one could detect, "Even if the reasoning was wrong back then, what can it explain?"Even if the father hid something that was not a secret, so what?His secret a year ago was amazing enough, didn't I accept it too?What's more, could the appearance of Belmode and everything here be a trap set by the organization?If I am so easily swayed, how can I be worthy of the title of the magician Kaitou Kidd under the moon?My father's spirit in heaven must laugh when he sees me now. '

Putting aside the uneasiness in his heart for the time being, Kaito Kuroba sat down slowly and turned on the laptop on the table.Quickly called up the address book of the mailbox from the favorites of the web browser, and prepared to find the recipient specified by the code. The father of the king of wine refers to the champagne connoisseur Dom Perignon, and this reasoning should be correct.I remember not finding DomPerignon, but Per... wait a minute, this... this...'

The human mind is not an accurate copy of the computer, and the memory always selectively collects useful information. For those incomprehensible and meaningless content, forgetting is a natural law of selection.Kaito had just glanced at this address book list ten years ago, not to mention it was written in English, which he didn't understand well at the time. things.

Therefore, even Kuroba Kaito never expected that ten years later, when he opened this dusty mailbox again, he would see the list in front of him

The English words on the list are wine names, but not only that.....

GinCalvadosPiscoSherryMartiniVermouthTequila… ..

The information conveyed behind each word, like a runaway wild horse, once again plunged Kaito's thoughts into chaos that cannot be controlled by rationality.The address book has been tampered with?Is this just a meaningless coincidence?Organization trap?Clues my father has?real?Fake?or is it...

A vortex of unknown terror lurks, wanting to escape but has to be absorbed

Every letter that should not appear here is like an invisible hand in the darkness, strangling the throat in an unexpected way,

Anxiety and fear spread like poison, but he didn't dare and didn't want to get to the bottom of it. Kaito Kuroba took a deep breath and quickly double-clicked Perignon's name with the mouse. After a pause, he typed in "Greetings from Kaito Kuroba" ' A few words and hit the send button.

Like ten years ago, the mailbox quickly showed that a new email was received, a picture with a strange pattern, slowly rotated [-] degrees, and then stagnated.Kaito ten years ago did not understand the meaning of those strange patterns, but now he understands its meaning.

This is a tarot card, the god of death in the 22 major arcana.The Grim Reaper is in a reversed form, which means rebirth, farewell to the past, and a new start.

The appearance of the inverse death god at this moment confirmed the fact that the reasoning ten years ago was wrong, so we had to start all over again.

He unfolded the note that was already wet with sweat in his hand, and read the blurred writing on it again by the moonlight.This is the note that Kaito Kuroba got in the hospital, and it is also the reason why he decided to follow Belmode, a member of the organization, to this remote palace.There is a line written on it, the last sentence in the code received by Kaito ten years ago

Father of the King of Wine, receiving greetings from the Seven Sons

"Greetings from the Seventh Son... the Seventh Son..." Kuroba repeated softly, clenched her fists unconsciously, and frowned.

'Could it be another coincidence?If I remember correctly, Kudo said that the mailbox of the leader of that organization is related to the Japanese nursery rhyme Seven Sons... Wait a minute, the lyrics of Seven Sons are related to crows... crows! '

'哐' The chair was overturned to the ground because of the sudden standing up, her breathing stopped suddenly, but her heartbeat was surprisingly fast.Because as far as the eye can see is a black crow feather quietly placed on the table. This feather is originally pure black, but under the even dyeing of the moonlight, it appears off-white.It's not eye-catching in this dim environment, but in the eyes of Kaito Kuroba, it is particularly dazzling.

The consciousness seems to be pulled out of the body, and continues to operate uncontrollably.Kaito Kuroba's ears were buzzing, but Conan Edogawa's voice and the voice of that long-standing nursery rhyme were particularly clear deep in his memory.

"...Organizing the boss's email address is related to the Seventh Son of Nursery Rhyme..."

"...Crow, why do you sing..."

"....The mailbox is the sheet music for the first line of the Seven Sons' lyrics...."

"..... There are seven cutest children waiting for her to come home..."

"...But it's not the usual musical notation, but simplified notation..."

"....The crow chirps and crows..."

"...Because only numbered musical notation can be typed with the keyboard of the mobile phone..."

"....The cutest seven children are waiting for her..."

".....This is convenient for memorizing, and avoids exposing the boss's email address..."

"...how lovely, what lovely seven children..."

There is an almost real feeling that a pair of blunt daggers are being inserted into his heart inch by inch and at a slow speed.With trembling hands, he slowly entered a row of numbers on the computer keyboard.

Almost as soon as you hit the send button

"beep"

"beep"

"beep"

Three short ringtones came from behind, but stopped a second later.Immediately afterwards, from the dark corner where the faint moonlight could not reach, came the sound of light footsteps, unhurried footsteps, approaching little by little, and finally stopped not far from Kaito.

Kuroba Kaito didn't want to turn back, let alone dare to turn back, so he could only stand stiffly in place.All of a sudden, the man who was thought to have a fearless smile by the shrunken detective when he confronted Conan for the first time had an urge to run away from here regardless of everything.

"Long time no see, quick fight!"

everything seems to stand still

Elegant voice, with the lazy and gorgeous that seems to be born with it, even the ups and downs of the tone are familiar to the memory.This voice seemed to carry nostalgia, anticipation, and more indescribable emotions, like the sweetest poison, making people know that it was the cruelest nightmare and the bloodiest hell, but they were still like a puppet cursed by a wizard, unable to resist him approach him.

So, the moment Kuroba Kaito turned around, he saw such a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

At the junction of light and shadow, a man stood quietly.A slender and well-proportioned body, wrapped in a well-tailored black suit, without a trace of superfluous movement.The black and soft hair was gently blown by the breeze, like a demon at night, charming people's hearts.A pair of light blue eyes quietly staring ahead, with a nostalgic temperature.The face is so familiar, but the smile on the corner of the mouth is so strange.

"I know, you will definitely come back here, I knew it ten years ago."

The boy stood there quietly, neither crying nor making any sound.He just stood quietly, carefully watching the scene in front of him with his light blue eyes, as if confirming something.Gradually, his body began to tremble, screaming with pain from the unhealed wound.There was no expression on his face, but his ears could clearly hear a sound, that was the sound of a broken soul.

After a long time, Kaito Kuroba broke the silence, he spoke, and said these two words

"dad???!!!"

Chapter 66

The moonlight is like ink stained with water, silently fading away, unable to penetrate, unable to hide, true but also confused.The human heart is like an afterimage in a mirror, a cold existence that cannot be touched, cannot perish, and is illusory but almost desperate.The entanglement between the two began in this silent night, is it the end of hope or the beginning of disillusionment.

Would you like to hear it?All mine, all secrets.

I was born in a small fishing village by the sea. From the day I can remember, I knew that I was a little different from other children because I was an orphan without parents.But unlike so many clichéd tales of misery, my childhood contained little to no regrets.In my memory, the orphanage not far from the sea has a small house, but there is a large grass field in front of the house.Our dean, an old man with gray hair, has a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and deep wrinkles, but he does not look old.He always likes to sit on the large piece of grass and tell us stories. His old voice has a melodious tone, like an autumn afternoon that is not bright but not dark. Until today, it is still indelible. memory.Like many other children in the orphanage, I considered this lovely old man a family member.

Children in the orphanage are often adopted by well-meaning families and eventually leave, but I don’t know whether it is the favor of fate or abandonment, only I have never been taken away, so in this orphanage where the air is full of salty seawater all year round, I have grown up. out of my home.Like ordinary children, I went to school in a town not far away, and returned to the orphanage after school.Nobody bullied me, even after they knew it was because I didn't have parents, maybe it was because I was always number one in grades, or because I was an athletic kid, for whatever reason I didn't really get into.What's interesting is that many girls always blushed from time to time and gave me some small gifts and then ran away suddenly, which made me baffled.I understood the meaning of those gifts after many years.

On my 16th birthday, the dean gave me a special surprise. He took me to Tokyo, where we stayed for a full week. Since the dean only took me with me, the other children were envious.This is the first time I have left the fishing village, everything is so new to me.Unlike many people who visit the city, what impresses me the most about Tokyo is not the tall buildings with different styles, fashionable young people, or other things that are enough to attract people's attention, but a very ordinary man middle-aged people.He stood on the side of the road, surrounded by many people, and I was one of them. I watched him, and watched him conjure up all kinds of novel objects with one hand, just one hand.I stared wide-eyed and watched for a whole afternoon, until that person left, still reluctant to part.This is the first time in 16 years that I feel that there are more fascinating things in the world than the dean's story.

A week later, I returned to the orphanage.But for some reason, I always keep replaying that person's hands in my mind, even in my dreams.Finally, I couldn't help but ask the dean, how can I have a pair of magical hands like that person?The dean smiled and told me that that person is a magician, anyone who can perform magic will have a pair of magical hands.So, at the age of 16, I had my first dream in life, which was to become a magician who could perform magic tricks, and to be the most powerful magician in the world.For this unrealistic dream in the eyes of many people, a year later, I rejected the dean's offer to continue my high school education, and embarked on the road to Tokyo alone.

Unfortunately, things are not as simple as I imagined.My original idea was to find a magician and become his apprentice, and after a few years of study, I could become a stage performer.But the fact is that although many magicians have been found, no one is willing to accept me as an apprentice. The reason is very simple, 16 years old is not the best time to start learning magic, not to mention that I have no money to pay the teacher's tuition.Soon all the money the dean prepared for me was spent, and I had no cost to continue living in this city. At this time, I faced two choices, one was to go back, but to persist. My stubborn personality made me finally chose the latter.

I joined a magic troupe as a handyman.After gaining the favor of almost all the members, they began to teach me some simple magic tricks.Maybe it was God's favor, everyone including myself gradually discovered my talent in magic. One year later, I became the head of the magic troupe and the apprentice of a world-renowned magician.I cherish this opportunity and study hard. My magic skills are improving at an amazing speed, which makes me more and more loved and appreciated by more and more people. I gradually become a star in the magic troupe. Many people even start to call me A talented magician, the most promising young magician in Japan.These accolades make me happy, not because of fame or money, but because I feel close to my dream.

I used to think that my life would continue to be like this, moving forward on the track of luck, but the fact is that if a person overdraws good luck, then bad luck is about to come.The beginning of bad luck, the day of my 20th birthday.It was supposed to be a memorable day in my life because I chose to perform for the first time as an independent magician on this day.I wrote a letter a month in advance, attached an admission ticket, and sent it to the dean who raised me, hoping that he would come to Tokyo to watch the show.The dean quickly replied a letter, expressing his determination to come and wishing me a successful performance in advance. I could feel his deep concern and comfort in the lines, a feeling of home that I am familiar with.

However, fate soon played a huge joke on me. Just the day before my performance, I suddenly received a call from the orphanage where I spent 16 years. The dean, the old man we always called Grandpa, passed away early in the morning.I don't know how I got my first solo show, but it was a bad show.However, almost everyone gave a tolerant response to this. The media attributed this first failure to excessive psychological pressure. A humble setback.Later, after investigation, some good people found out my life experience and the reason for the failure of the magic trick and announced it to the public, so that many people shed tears of sympathy and emotion for me.But they, all of them, will never understand what it means to me.The dean's departure not only caused me to lose the closest person in the world, but also completely reversed my destiny in the near future.

After the performance, I ignored the strong opposition of my manager and left Tokyo overnight, returning to the most familiar place for the first time in five years.But this can't restore everything I lost, the dean passed away, and what I can't believe and accept is that he committed suicide and ended his life with a rope.This is impossible. My first reaction after hearing the news was like this. That old man who always has a kind smile, plays with the children, and can tell countless interesting stories, why would he be here like this? Moment to choose suicide? !

He went to the police station again and again to inquire about the circumstances related to the dean's death.The police officer who went there many times was determined not to let me in, and threatened to send me to a mental hospital.Unwilling to give up, I began to investigate alone, asking eyewitnesses of the incident over and over again, trying to find out unreasonable elements from their narratives, until they impatiently refused to answer my questions.I checked all the relics left by the dean, trying to find clues about this matter, but failed to obtain any valuable information.In addition, looking up all the materials related to criminal methods day and night, I almost became an expert in criminology. In the process, I met Yusaku Kudo, a person who looks very similar to me. He provided A lot of information and help me to investigate, so we became friends.But what I didn't expect at the time was that the intersection between us would continue in a more bizarre way in the future.

This kind of investigation lasted for a whole year, and I came up with the most unlikely answer at the beginning, that the dean did commit suicide.I can't understand this conclusion, but I can't change the facts, so I choose to bury it in the depths of my memory.I convinced myself that the dead are gone, but the living must go on and live better.I returned to Tokyo and started the life track that had been interrupted.I worked desperately hard, and during this time, my magic skills and reputation grew exponentially, and I was finally crowned the number one magician in Japan, and even the world.The happiness and achievements that magic brought to me gradually made me get rid of the gloomy mood, but even so, those who know me well know that the death of the dean is my taboo.There was a program host who learned about this matter from unknown channels, and asked me how I felt at that time during an exclusive TV interview with me.I have always been known as a gentleman, after listening to his question, I was silent for three seconds, and left the studio without looking back, leaving behind all the staff members with blank faces.My agent sighed afterwards and said I shouldn't have offended the media even if I wasn't happy.And I looked into his eyes and replied, if it wasn't for my reserve and self-control as a magician, my fist would definitely hit that man in the face.

Not all sorrows have an end, but the pace of time can always dilute all pain and sorrow.In general, I don't want to indulge in self-torture in the past and refuse to move forward. I believe this does not mean forgetting, but another kind of reminiscence.I told myself that if the dean had a soul in heaven, he would definitely not want to see the child I raised with my own hands and live in pain forever for him, so even for this old grandfather whom I regard as my relatives, I should Live hard, work hard to be happy.For a long time, I believed that I got the happiness I wanted.I am engaged in a career that I love, and I have won the affirmation of everyone.I married a beautiful and virtuous wife, and I have my own love.I have a child of my own, a naughty but bright boy.Yes, everything is beautiful, which makes me gradually believe that the shadow of the past is gradually moving away from me, and the goddess of luck may choose to favor me again, but unfortunately, soon after I desperately discovered that the god of misfortune has been lurking Left and right, never far away from me.

I remember a sunny afternoon at that time, I had just finished this tour, and I returned to my home after parting in January.My wife has gone to work, and my son hasn't finished school yet. With nothing to do, I started to look through the piles of letters at home.At this time, I am already a world-renowned magician with countless admirers, so my mailbox is often full.Even so, over the years I have maintained a habit of reading and responding to every fan letter, even if it is just a few words.Although this extra work is extremely tedious, I have persisted because I think it is a kind of respect for those who love my magic.

Among the many letters, a letter with a pure black envelope aroused my doubts at the first time.And when I read the content of the letter, my doubts deepened.There is only one line of text on the front of the letter, which is an English name, that is the name of the dean who has passed away for eight years.The reason why I feel confused is not only because of the black envelope used by the letter, and only the name of the deceased was sent, but also because few people know the name of the dean.I remember when I left the orphanage at the age of 16, the dean called me into the room and quietly wrote a few English letters in my palm.He told me that this was his previous name, and promised me with a smile that this was a secret between the two of us.At that time, I wondered why the dean changed his name, and why his previous name was not known, but I didn't ask too much.In the year after the dean's death, I also searched along this clue, but there was no useful clue except that this name was very common in Europe.

This may be a breakthrough in finding the cause of the dean's death. After realizing this, I began to examine the letter carefully.In the year after the dean's death, I had extensive exposure to criminology-related knowledge, so I clearly know that many people will use some secret methods to convey certain important information.Soon, I found noticeable clues on the black envelope, a few intermittent traces of some kind. I tried several methods to make the words appear, and finally got the information I needed as I wished.The red handwriting on the envelope read the following lines: Twelve o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Tokyo, Higashiyama Palace.