[Ming Ke] Starting from scratch

Romani returned to the villa and immediately purchased a new bike from the website.

Then start the daily routine after going home every day: make dinner.

After the rice was cooked, Romani made a tomato scrambled egg and shredded pork with green pepper.After the three servings of bowls and chopsticks were brought to the table, a man and a woman sat down at the table, both of whom looked middle-aged.

They began to eat without saying a word, and Romani sat across from them and tasted two mouthfuls.

...she couldn't tell if it was tasty or not.

When swallowing food, the body flooded with heat.Romani knew it was something called "heat."All parts of her body are operating rigorously to maintain the needs of metabolism.Not a bad feeling.

The middle-aged men and women on the opposite side of the dining table quickly finished their meals, and sat upright and asked questions: "The salt content of this shredded pork with green pepper exceeds 25% of the standard value, which seriously exceeds the fluctuation of the human body. What happened today made you feel bad?" Have you calmed down?"

"Meeting an old man," Romani said. "My heart rate was so fast. I've never felt like this before."

"It appears that your recovery is progressing quickly and we are truly delighted for you."

According to the rotation table, the women went to wash the dishes.The middle-aged man took out a workbook and handed it to her: "This is the income and expenditure of the villa this month. In the last batch of experimental products, 5 people were successfully awakened and 3 people failed. In total, 40 people succeeded and 34 people failed. Failed products have been processed."

Romani closed her eyes gently, feeling the tiny emotional fluctuations in her heart.

"...May our compatriots rest here forever."

"May our compatriots rest here forever."

"In the evening, I will pass the identity database to you, and you will bind everyone's information. The functional recovery training will start tomorrow, and you two will guide it." Romani flipped through the workbook, "By the way, you remember your own name?"

The woman had finished washing, stood beside the man, and replied gently: "Even you don't remember, how could we have an impression?"

Romani whispered: "I remember, there is a name. I have a family, I have parents, and I live together. They are calling me. Always calling me. But what they said, I can't remember it. Other than that, I can't think of anything."

"Have you searched the Japanese database?" The man suggested, "If you are sure that you are Japanese, search all the birth records from 100 to [-] years ago. Is there no one that has an impression?"

"I have searched. I used their network to search for three years in Elite Company." Romani frowned, "I found nothing."

The faces of the men and women were calm, and Romani let out a sigh of relief: Why did she tell them this?

"Everyone choose a name. If you don't like it, just shake it out at random." Romani said, "Thank you for your hard work. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." The middle-aged men and women bowed together and watched Romani go upstairs.

The next day, Romani rode a new bicycle and rode out of the villa area slowly.

But this calmness disappeared when he saw the familiar sports car outside the villa area.

Mr. Toru Amuro, who just met yesterday, was leaning against the car and greeted with a smile: "Ms. Roman, good morning!"

Romani: "!!!?????"

"The coffee shop where I work is not open yet." Toru Amuro opened the co-pilot's door for her, "So there is still plenty of time to send you to school. If I'm not wrong, it should be Tedan High School. "

Romani stammered a bit: "I've, already used a new, new bike, and it's not broken. Don't bother you!"

"But I feel very distressed." Toru Amuro put on a troubled look, "Miss is brave enough to see righteousness, but we don't thank you for anything, so I feel uneasy. It's just sending someone to school, and it's not a big deal. Could it be that such a small thing Thank you, miss, are you going to refuse?"

Romani was speechless, not knowing how to refute him.

In the end, under Amuro Toru's innocent gaze, Romani had no choice but to stuff the bicycle into the trunk and climb into the passenger seat obediently.

The car started, and the scenery outside the window changed. Romani opened a small window and looked outside.She can only prevent herself from looking at Toru Amuro uncontrollably by putting her excess energy into it.

The unconscious man next to him was still talking: "Is the scenery so beautiful? I pass by these streets every day, and I find it a bit boring. Have you come to Japan not long?"

Romani fastened his seat belt, still looking out the window: "I have been living in the United States, and I only lived in Japan some time ago."

"But your accent is very normal," Amuro said. "Have you learned it so well in such a short period of time? I admire it."

"...That's because parents often speak Japanese at home." Romani gritted his teeth and made an excuse.

Amuro Toru seemed to snort coldly.

A little cold sweat broke out on Romani's forehead, and he was so afraid that he would fall into the buried pit if he didn't pay attention. Fortunately, Toru Amuro didn't pester him any more during the rest of the journey, and arrived at the school gate calmly.

In front of the school with a lot of traffic, the passing teenagers and girls were all attracted by the sudden appearance of the sports car, and whispered about who would be sitting in the car.Romani glanced at the black crowd, knowing that he couldn't hide, he pursed his lower lip and said, "Since it has been delivered, Amuro-kun doesn't need to pay back the favor—if the plan is disrupted suddenly, sometimes it will be very difficult." Distressed."

Toru Amuro was not at all dissatisfied with this somewhat blatant words. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Disrupting the plan? If this is the case, it's okay to communicate in advance, right?"

Romani looked at him with a wooden face.

"What time does Miss Roman leave class? I will come here to pick you up early."

"No—please don't do this, it's really disturbing—"

Romani replied self-destructively.Be hated.Be kept away.Be hated.No matter what the purpose is, people who are close to you will be hurt.

She didn't want Toru Amuro to be hurt.

However, the clearly unwavering heart, at the moment of hearing that sentence.

"If Miss Roman insists on this, I will wait here—"

Inexplicable emotions suddenly surged in Romani's heart, strange, intense, and pounded his heart hard.With the sound of heart beating and blood pounding, she clearly felt that the current self was still alive.

Romani stood up uncontrollably, and Toru Amuro quickly stretched out her hand——with a bang, she slammed into the roof of the car.

Toru Amuro placed his hands delicately beside Romani's head, hesitated for half a second, and gently rubbed the top of the girl's hair.

"Are you okay?"

Romani sat back in a daze, his eyes flickered, and his ears rang.There is still some heat left on the head.They seemed to pass from the top of the head to the cheeks, and the feeling of heat made Romani sure that he was blushing.

disrespectful!It's so -- disrespectful!

At this time, Toru Amuro wondered worriedly, did the person in front of him just hit his head stupidly?Does he want to pay another medical bill? "New hatred and old hatred" added together, will she be unbearable and disappear like a few years ago?

He had to admit that when the DRC disappeared, he spent a lot of effort to find it, and even used the public security system.But no matter what the identity is, the result is that there is no such person. A man full of mysteries like DRC, no one even knows his gender and age!

Such a person, as long as he intends to disappear, will not leave a trace.Even the organization of the winery cannot be shaken in the slightest.

Could such a person be the young girl in front of me?Or is the girl just one of the many incarnations of DRC?

Toru Amuro didn't know, but he did feel it the moment he heard the girl look at him with familiar eyes and say the word "little cat".

D—R—C.That guy's unique aura.

——Once you miss it, you don’t know what year and month it will be.So, absolutely cannot let go.

It's okay to be hated.It doesn't matter if you are resented.

Toru Amuro is determined to master this enigmatic factor.Whether as a police officer or something else...

"It's okay." The girl finally calmed down and said calmly, "If you need to talk, find a quiet place now. I'll give you three hours."

Toru Amuro didn't ask the question "Aren't the students going to class?"He decisively started the car and left: "If you want privacy, then go to your residence? Tell the public to see a family doctor."

Looking at the soaring speed, Romani smiled wryly.

"...If you have that kind of trust."

Toru Amuro didn't understand what 'that trust' meant.When he entered the villa and saw the middle-aged man and woman sitting in the living room, his eyes widened instantly, doubting the authenticity of what he saw——

Ridiculous, really ridiculous!

The two people in front of him were the two faces he saw DRC a few years ago, and they were the two faces of DRC!

"DRC doesn't use disguise at all! The faces that appear every time are different just because DRC is a group?!"

Amuro cried out in disbelief.There have been precedents for groups sharing code names, but DRC's too distinct personal style and lack of motivation made him not think about it at all.But he fell into a more chaotic confusion: why is it necessary for the DRC to be composed of multiple people?How do they pretend to be innocent?He was still not injured even after being shot by a gun, and he didn’t feel any discomfort even with Ji Yuanta’s extreme movements yesterday, so how can this be explained——

Facing the stranger who suddenly barged in, the middle-aged man and woman showed puzzled expressions: "Romanni, who is this?"

These people don't know Toru Amuro - even if it means that his new hypothesis just now still doesn't hold.

"Only from a personal point of view, I hope that Mr. Amuro's next position will be as a Japanese police officer, not as a member of an organization." Romani walked to his companion and put his hands on their shoulders: "This is the Japanese police officer Jiang Gu Mr. Zero, or the pseudonym Toru Amuro. And these two—you should have changed your name?"

Amuro was stunned for a moment: What do you mean by shaking the name?

"Yes, all the people have been matched." The man said, "Murata Ikazu, this is my name."

"I'm Murata Yoshishima." The woman said with a smile, "Although I don't remember it at all, but the DNA test is related, so Mr. Iwa and I must be related, right? So I continued to use this surname."

Toru Amuro was in a daze, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of each syllable, trying to reproduce these words in his mind.However, it still cannot be parsed.Such remarks have deviated from normal cognition and reached an unknown field——

And as the most advanced intelligence level in Japan, Toru Amuro has never heard of the existence of such a strange situation!

"This is the truth that Amuro-kun wants to know." Romani turned around, with a gentle smile on her demure face.If you meet her on the street, you will definitely think that she is a very ordinary girl, lost in the crowd.But the girl standing in front of Toru Amuro showed a calm face in front of the unimaginable event, which made Toru Amuro feel palpitations.

"Actually, there are far more than the three of us living here." Romani said, "The instigator of all this no longer exists, but the consequences of that are left to today..."

"As a player in the game, I can't make an objective account of the past events, and the corresponding center of the brain memory area has been damaged to a certain extent. But if this is helpful for your investigation——Amuro-kun can investigate that incident. "

PHTC42 events.

Toru Amuro held the note with these words on it, and rested his other hand on the steering wheel.The sports car rubbed against the ground and moved slowly in the traffic.Mihua Town in the morning is still very crowded.Hearing the occasional whistle and people's noisy breath, Toru Amuro was in a rare trance.

——Until the traffic police handed a ticket through the window.

"Ah... ah, what on earth was I thinking..." Toru Amuro ruffled his hair in distress, and the editor sent a text message, asking his subordinate Kazama to find out what happened to PHTC42.

Although the goal of his mission was to organize, it seemed that he had found something extraordinary by the way - Toru Amuro smiled wryly when he thought of that calm and gentle girl.I hope that after finding out about this incident, it will be of some help to them.

And if you can thoroughly master DRC, it will definitely be a great help to conquer the organization!

--I hope so.

He arrives at Café Poirot, puts on his apron, and begins his day as a pastry chef.

Amuro Toru is a police officer.He was ordered by the top to go undercover in the black organization to investigate intelligence.The organization wants to find out the traitor Miyano Shiho and the FBI undercover Akai Shuichi, who was sent to investigate the matter.While using the work of a private detective to cover the operation, he discovered a very interesting Mr. Detective——Mori Kogoro, Conan beside him.So he pushed the boat along the way and worked in the Polo Cafe downstairs of Kogoro Mouri.

——But generally speaking, it is surprising enough that the police work in a cafe.

Although the incident between Miyano Shiho and the FBI has come to an end, the intelligence of the detective agency is really intriguing, so Toru Amuro still works in the cafe.He enjoys the process of cooking, he can forget about complicated events and only focus on the tiny results in front of him.It's a small job, but it's the kind of work that brings smiles to your guests.

Toru Amuro will also feel the joy in his heart when he sees the satisfied faces of the customers.

This may lead to the same goal as his status as a public security officer.

After a busy morning, the coffee shop ushered in regular customers: a group of young detectives.Led by Yuantai, children always like to come to the coffee shop to eat desserts.Do kids nowadays really have that much pocket money?Toru Amuro is skeptical of this, and occasionally gives away some desserts for free.

——Inadvertently, it encouraged the frequency of visits by the detective team.

This time Toru Amuro also served carefully prepared snacks.But when he saw the little boy with a bow tie in the detective team, Toru Amuro suddenly moved in his heart and pulled him aside alone——

Perhaps, this powerful boy knows something—

With this in mind, Toru Amuro asked.

"Conan-kun! Have you ever heard of the PHTC42 incident?"

"PHTC42..." Conan frowned, "Generally, in these names, the English letters are the abbreviations of certain names, and the numbers are the year, date, or the homonym of the pronunciation. But this number cannot associate meaningful information...Are you sure? Is it this? I'll go back and check."

"Then I'm counting on you, Conan-kun." Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, this tongue-twisting and speechless naming method is really disgusting!" Conan sneered, "—for example, APTX4869 developed by a certain organization."

APTX4869.

PHTC42.

Two code names that seem to have nothing to do with each other.

Amuro Toru fell into deep thought.

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