[Conan] I have to work hard even if I lose my memory

How would you feel if someone told you that the world you live in is virtual?

There will probably be a heck, don't worry about it.

If someone not only tells you that the world you live in is virtual;

And it also provides you with a memory that allows you to live in another world, what do you think?

Maybe not sure, a little confused.

Jindaisugi is in this state now.

So he skipped work for a day and drove alone to the hometown where "Kamidaisugi" was born in this world.

The antecedents of this incident started from the night before the day before, which was the third night when the luxury cruise ship PEARL sank.

Because this time the operation planned by Margaret not only got rid of the organization's serious troubles, but also took back the memory card that stored the evidence that was said to be able to severely damage the organization.

The BOSS expressed that he was quite satisfied with this, so he revoked Gin's order to partner with Margaret, and restored Gin's previous authority.

So Kamidaisugi returned to his previous state of being a loner without a trace and no trace of this person.

Didan High School, storage room.

I remember it was mentioned in the information that about three months ago, at the cultural festival held by Teidan High School, Shinichi Kudo played the role of the black knight.

The flashlight moved slowly, and finally stopped at a cardboard box labeled with the black knight's clothes and props.

Jindaisugi opened the cardboard box and found that a helmet was missing inside.

what's the situation……

Who took the helmet?

Judging from the thickness of the dust layer on the carton, the box has not been opened for a while.

tsk...

trouble……

The helmet that is the easiest to fingerprint and extract is gone.

Ireland far away in the kingdom of heaven: I'm really sorry.

In terms of clothing, I'm afraid there is no play. 【1】

After closing the cardboard box, Jindai Sugi left the storage room.

When passing the showroom, Kodaisugi stopped, and he noticed a familiar trophy.

It was the winning trophy for Teidan High School's participation in the Kanto High School Football League.I remember that the person who led the team at that time was Kudo Shinichi.

Turning the flashlight, it slowly scanned around the trophy, and finally stopped on a medal and related paper certificates.

There are several photos of Kudo Shinichi winning awards in the data.In the photo, what he holds in his hand happens to be the medal and certificate.

Soon, the results of fingerprint comparison came out.

Kodaisugi stared at the dazzling 98% of the screen, which was quite a pleasant surprise.

Edogawa Conan, or I should call you Kudo Shinichi.

——Beep, it is detected that the task progress of the tasker has reached 40%;

——Didi, the memory is loaded now, please get ready.Count down 10 seconds.

--ten;

--Nine;

--eight;

……

Is the last 1% Kudo Shinichi?

- 0;

"Uh..." Electric shock...

But not serious.

Jindaisugi, who was exhausted and felt groggy, had only this thought left at this moment.

He just slumped in front of the computer desk.Feeling that his blood vessels were twitching, Jindaisugi was powerless to receive the huge amount of information pouring into his head.

To make an inappropriate but apt analogy: it feels like you, weak and helpless, have a gun pointed to your temple and are firmly strapped to a chair.That person insists that you taste his death dishes.

You swore to die.

As a result, He poured a large bowl of dense, black, viscous liquid with white turbidity floating in it, bubbling like swamp gas, into your throat forcefully.

vomit!

Dripping profusely, Jindaisugi supported the table and slowly climbed up, his limbs were weak, his head was dizzy, and his stomach was inexplicably nauseous.

vomit--

After retching on the sink for a few minutes, Jindaisugi poured himself a glass of cold water unsteadily, then fell down on the mattress exhaustedly.

The black-haired man across the dimensional wall: Wow——

It turns out that it is such a painful thing to pour into the memory of 27 years of life in one breath.

Hmm, next time I will pay attention to——

"Uh..." After a half-hour-long cooling-off period, Jindaisugi finally regained his composure.

Is this the so-called [own true memory]?

Don't say anything else, let's talk about those two people first.

——"Young man, are you interested in time-traveling—" the black-haired man laughed and laughed like a magic stick.

——"..." You called me a boy, are you kidding me?

——"Oh, isn't this the beginning of the classic—" The black-haired man looked more and more unreliable.

——"..." looks more like a liar. emmmmm, how did he know what he was thinking!

——"Be confident in yourself, who can read information from your paralyzed face?" The black-haired man raised his index finger, put it close to his chin, and added, "I'm not sure Accurate, it should be when you feel that there is no harm or you are intentional at all, you can still read your thoughts from your eyes. After all, you have a pair of eyes that can talk."

--"……"so?

—— "I just happen to be able to see what you are thinking? For example, you say in your heart now, 'I'm afraid you are sick'."

——The blond-haired man in the same company brought the chat in the crooked building back to the right path, "You know the episode of Detective Conan. We want to make this episode more turbulent, and find an enemy with an online IQ for Conan. Gin and a reliable colleague."

——"So we're looking for you." The black-haired man couldn't refuse, "Leaving in 10 minutes, what else do you want to ask, do you have any requests?"

—— "So I didn't have the room to refuse at the beginning?"

——"That's right." The black-haired man took out a book with the cover of [Guidelines for Stealing People in Another World], and turned to a certain page. It is easier for the target to relax his vigilance, but after a few sentences, he will get to the point, and he will be caught off guard.

Remember to kindly give the target a chance to ask questions or make a wish, so that he thinks he has a chance to come back.It would be even better if one can sing the red face and the other can sing the bad face.Only by being relaxed can you improve your efficiency in snatching people from another world. ' That's it-"

——“…”

Forget it, I don't want to complain anymore.

——"You still have 8 minutes." The blond man reminded kindly.

——"Two questions. One, after I complete your request of 'Add an enemy with an online IQ to Conan, and a reliable colleague to Gin Jiu', I can come back, right? Second, if I If I die over there, what will happen to me?"

— "One, yes. Two, you're going to die."

——Kanodaisugi pondered for a while, "Delete my memory."

——The black-haired man/blonde-haired man:? ?

——"Playing as a native, this is fair to the red side. Well, wait for the progress bar to reach 40%, and then add the memory back to me (let me appreciate it). Also, you might as well increase the difficulty. The novice tutorial will be skipped , too simple would be boring."

——"Don't be too careless, you." The black-haired man twitched the corners of his mouth.

Those two people are really unreliable, and they are really boring!

The black-haired man across the dimensional wall: I warn you, I can hear you! !

And, what was I thinking back then! !

Increase the difficulty of fart!

Recalling how miserable he was in the beginning of the amnesia, Jindai Sugi gritted his teeth.

Isn't it better to have memory? !

have that……

"Uh..." Wait, what is that?

Call……

What else is required?

Who and who?

……

What who and who?

……

A carp jumped out of bed, and Kodaisugi returned to the desk.

Can't remember at all.

Like it never happened.

In memory, all relevant information is like distortion, no matter how I recall it, there is only a mess of garbled characters.

The index finger knocked on the table unconsciously, and there were regular and rhythmic knocking sounds in the apartment.

What did those two people call the world?

Like that I was supposed to know?

After more than ten minutes, Kodaisugi gave up.

He doesn't even know what he wants to recall, so he has no way to start, okay?

Kodaisugi got up and washed his face, then returned to the desk.

Those two were unbelievable.

This is the only fact that Kodaisugi can be certain of.

and……

Kindaisugi stretched out his hand to press the wound on his left arm.

hiss--

痛；

This is real pain, the pain that tingles the brain to keep itself awake.

Reach out and brush the tabletop, the desk is made of solid wood, and there is a warm woody fragrance.Opening the drawer, Kodaisugi took out a thin note, which was the result of his hard work since he lost his memory.

Opening the notes, there is an address written on the first page, which is the place where "Kindai Sugi" grew up, located in Edogawa District.

Edogawa District, adjacent to Chiba Prefecture, is located in the easternmost part of Tokyo. It is in a relatively remote place among the 23 districts of Tokyo.Narrow streets, low-rise buildings and large green areas are common sights in Edogawa.

Just pay a visit tomorrow.

But first, Kodaisugi looked at the medals and paper certificates lying aside.

Better to get those two back before dawn.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the ending, the ending I set at the beginning was Shan Shanzi's be.Now the more I write according to the outline, the more I feel sorry for Shan Shanzi...

let me think about it...

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[1]: Because the surface of the fabric has considerable repelling and adsorption properties, the formed latent fingerprints are not easy to adhere to the fabric, and the part adhered to the fabric will be adsorbed to the fiber part of the fabric.

Under the adsorption process and the dislocation of fabric fibers, the original shape characteristics of fingerprints will be destroyed.

So even if fingerprints are left on the fabric, valuable fingerprint patterns cannot be obtained. (from Baidu)