magician under the moon

His whole body is full of disturbing and dangerous atmosphere, but he tells the story of his father and grandfather in a calm tone as if he is out of the world. The light blue eyes that the reader has never been able to understand, staring deeply at the son in front of him who has a strikingly similar appearance and destiny, and asked lightly

"Kaito, if it were you, what would you do?"

The familiar yet unfamiliar voice stopped abruptly, only the sound of shallow but slightly rapid breathing remained, floating aimlessly in the air.Kaito Kuroba used the pain and shock in his light blue eyes inherited from his father to respond to the father who was close to him but never understood.I don't want to be silent, but I can only be silent, until my heart hurts like being slowly cut by a blunt knife, and soon there is a faint smell of blood between my tongue and teeth.

It's a pity that this long and long story is still going on, like all the ancient and cruel curses imposed on human beings, bit by bit eroding hope like fantasy, the most intelligent wise men can only sadly predict the future of disasters, but they will never be able to do so prevent it from coming.

I didn't know what to do then, I just knew what had to be done, or the flames of anger and hatred would consume me.However, I didn't fully believe the man in front of me, even though he claimed to be my father.My intuition told me that this person was a dangerous character, and my intuition was always right.

In order to verify the man's statement, I re-started the investigation of the cause of the dean's death, which had been interrupted for many years.The difference is that this time I shifted the focus of the investigation to the investigation of the identities of the people the dean had contacted a few days before his death.I found the staff and children in the orphanage again, and asked them about the appearance and characteristics of the strangers the director had come into contact with before his death.In fact, these questions were also covered in the previous survey. The difference is that this time I asked more detailed questions and recorded the conversation without the knowledge of the interviewees.

After that, I handed over these recordings to Yusaku Kudo, a good friend I met in the previous investigation, and asked him to assist in the investigation, but I did not explain to him the reason for restarting the investigation after many years.I don't know if it was due to the detective's unique keen intuition, or if he vaguely guessed something, although Yusaku Kudo accepted my request without asking any reason, he was extremely cautious.Through his personal relationship, he found a detective who often cooperates with him to paint portraits of suspects. He never mentioned that he was entrusted by me. He only said that he himself encountered a strange person at a crime scene and wanted to investigate the identity of this person. investigation.

Afterwards, Kudo told me that the detective finished drawing the portrait according to the description, laughing so hard that he was leaning forward and backward with laughter.

"Brother Kudo, I didn't expect you to be confused at times. This man is not someone who moves strangely. He is a policeman from the second investigation department, but he belongs to the secret police. He usually doesn't wear police uniforms and doesn't report to the bureau. , so you don’t know him, he is very familiar with me, and he is my regular client like you.”

Yusaku Kudo didn't smile. After he told me about this in a serious tone, he was silent for a while, and then asked in a tentative tone, "Kuroba, this person...do you have any questions?" Do you need my help with anything?"

"Thank you, no need, you've done enough." I smiled lightly, and rejected his kindness in a gentlemanly, distant and polite tone, "Forget about it, just pretend it never happened. "

I know he still wants to say something, but I'm not going to give him a chance to say it.I turned around neatly, leaving only his back that was fading away.Words are superfluous, the past is illusory.The flame of revenge in my heart devoured me like the fire of hell. No one knows better than me that my future path will be a must-choice, doomed to be lonely, and a path of no return.

I told myself that planning, participation, and knowledge, none of them should be let go.But if you want to achieve great things, you need to plan and move, not to lead.So I took no action against the secret police who had my grandfather killed, for the simple reason that he was a puppet on orders and not worth mentioning.But it's not easy to find out who is behind the scenes, especially when those people are elite police officers who have experienced many battles.

I had no choice, just like my grandfather back then, I made the only choice.

Through the mailbox that my mother described as "Pandora's Box", I found the man who claimed to be my father and a member of the underworld again.The reason for the initiative to meet this time has nothing to do with sensibility or family affection, but a conclusion drawn after rational judgment.

The basis for my judgment comes from my mother, who has long been vague in memory. She used to be a police agent and was by this man's side for a long time, which means that she knows the strength of these two parties very well.

And under such preconditions, my mother still said, "If Kaito is about to become a puppet of the police, then it is better to entrust him to that dangerous man", which proves one point ---- me' Father' is probably one of the few people in the world who dares and has the strength to confront the police.What's more, it has been many years since my grandfather died, but the so-called 'father' suddenly thought of my 'son' who had never met before. This can only prove that this person has other plans, and his Diagrams, for whatever reason, are what I need the most right now, because it's the premise of the deal.

Thus, the second meeting between our so-called 'father and son' became a smooth affair.During the whole process, he and I remained calm, politely and distantly, with a typical formulaic tone and an almost cold attitude, we exchanged interests. 'Father' agreed to my request, and will use all his strength to find out all the police officers who participated in the killing of my mother and grandfather, and help me deal with their lives secretly.But instead, I have to do one thing for him, that is to find a gem called 'Pandora' in a secret way.

To be honest, such an exchange condition, to say the least, makes me feel a little surprised. What kind of gem is 'Pandora' that a mob boss loves so much that he goes to such lengths to claim it, even risking a confrontation with the police?What's even more strange is that since he has the strength to help me complete such a difficult revenge plan, why didn't he find this gem with his own strength, but borrowed the hands of others?

But no matter what kind of mystery or ulterior conspiracy is behind it, it is impossible for me to refuse such a deal.In the following days, I started to look for this rather mysterious 'Pandora'. The only way to identify 'Pandora' is to put it under the moonlight, and it has to be obtained through secret means, so I can't pretend to be a gem lover and buy gems in large quantities openly.So all I can do is obtain gems, even for a short time, by illegal means, which is stealing.And in order to ensure their own safety and at the same time identify the authenticity of gems in the shortest time, the time of theft must be set at night when the moon is in the sky.

I have a double identity. During the day, I am a respected master of magic, but at night, I am a thief who is elusive.However, soon I got tired of this state.I can't accept the fact that those beasts in human skin who killed my dearest relatives can become respected incarnations of justice in a majestic way, but I have to endure the torment in my heart one after another tired night, Become a criminal that everyone despises.I can not be reconciled!

So, a bold idea gradually sprouted in my heart.I told myself that unlike other thieves who just hide in the dark and sneak around all day long, what I want to be is a blatant thief who makes everyone worship.So I chose white, the brightest color at night as my symbol, and I chose magic, which is my best but most mysterious art in the eyes of others, as my criminal method, and I turned all my charm and wisdom into the moon Under the most shocking miracle, let the whole world see that a criminal can become the most dazzling and shocking artist, and the so-called justice messengers are just a group of stupid and incompetent "followers" behind the artist.

Gradually, those who were impressed by me began to call me the magician under the moon.Soon, people created a more resounding code name for me, a name transformed from the international crime code 1412, Kaitou Kidd.