"He's here, I'm sure it's him!!!"

"Who knows if you are the real person or a fake."

Maori Kogoro glanced at him and muttered:

"Anyway, you've lied to me more than once or twice, and we still have a score to settle..."

"Conan....Is he home yet?"

Mao Lilan held her childhood friend's hand and gave a forced smile:

"Really? He left without even saying goodbye. I just bought him new clothes yesterday..."

Kudo Shinichi was silent. He stood there blankly for a long time before saying:

"Lan, there is something....I want to tell you."

"Did this happen while you were away?"

"Um."

"Don't bother to tell me, I already know it all."

"You...you know everything?!"

"Of course, you're going abroad to investigate a difficult case. I know all these things. You don't have to tell me... I don't want to hear them either."

"Tsk, even if you don't want to listen I still want to listen!"

Maori Kogoro clicked his tongue, punched Kudo Shinichi on the head, and said with a half-smile:

"How about we go home and talk it over?"

"Ha... Well, I suddenly remembered something else..."

"Yusaku Yusaku! Come here! I found a goddaughter for us!"

"Heiji, you're not hurt, are you?"

Amidst the noisy noise, Hiroki suddenly saw Miss Miyano sitting in the back seat of the car, where... there was a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Just as Hiroki was about to step forward, he was stopped by Kidd:

"You really don't know how to judge the timing. If you keep going like this, no girl will like you in the future! You'll be single for the rest of your life!"

".... I have Noah, that's all."

"Depend on!"

Miss Miyano stroked her boyfriend's cold face, lowered her eyes, and said in a very weak voice:

"When we were little, you always bullied me. I didn't accept it, so I often fought with you. Later, when I went to school, other students didn't like me. When they bullied me, you always stood up for me..."

"When I grew up, you still bullied me, but I didn't get angry anymore. Sometimes I think this is good, because you bully me, which means you care about me... Who would bully someone who doesn't care about me?"

"Then you suddenly disappeared. I was really angry because you didn't care about me anymore and you didn't need me anymore..."

Miss Miyano took out a medicine box from her pocket. Inside it were two syringes of different colors, one golden yellow and the other a bright red.

"At that time, I was disheartened and put all my energy into research. I didn't want to think about the future and just wanted to completely forget the memories. I hated you for leaving without saying a word, and hated you for not writing me a letter or calling me in 10 years..."

The golden liquid was injected into Sakaki Makoto's shoulder through the syringe.

"Sometimes I wonder how I will retaliate against you and how I will be indifferent to you when you show up. But... when you really show up in front of me, I just want you to escape, escape from that terrorist organization..."

The bright red needle was inserted into the skin of Sakaki Makoto's arm, and the liquid disappeared little by little.

"Now, I finally understand what the deepest bond between people is. Even after 10 years, it's still the same as when we parted... I love you, Makoto."

In the vast and cold darkness, consciousness floats up and down, like a piece of driftwood floating on the sea, drifting with the current.

Sakaki Makoto opened his eyes and found himself lying on a canoe, surrounded by the endless blue ocean. There was no sun, but the sky was bright.

He sat up and looked at the man standing on the other side of the canoe, holding a Bible and wearing a black robe - Nobuaki Asakura.

"Why is it you again? Do I have to ride on the same boat with you even after I die?"

Asakura Nobuaki smiled, looked at the glass-like sea beneath his feet, and said:

“It’s a ship.”

"nonsense."

“This is a boat that can only accommodate one person.”

"Then I have to kick you off quickly to prevent the boat from sinking."

As he said that, Sakaki Seima raised his foot, ready to kick him down.

“You succeeded.”

Asakura Nobuaki suddenly said:

"I succeeded, too."

After thinking for a while, Sakaki Makoto retracted his feet, sat on the edge of the boat, took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and took a puff:

"The boat isn't going to sink anytime soon anyway. If you don't talk in riddles, maybe we can still have a conversation."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Anyway, let's not talk about your boring beliefs..."

Sakaki Makoto exhaled a puff of smoke and narrowed his eyes:

"Who are you?"

"I am me, and I am you."

Sakaki Makoto raised his foot; he really couldn't help it anymore.

"I'm not kidding."

Asakura Nobuaki smiled bitterly and took off the mask on his face. Seeing his appearance, Sakaki Makoto suddenly widened his eyes and fell back in shock:

"You also know the art of disguise?!"

"I created you. Strictly speaking, you are my second personality."

Asakura Nobuaki, who looks exactly like Sakaki Makoto, said expressionlessly:

"I created you because I needed an absolutely strong and confident personality. He must be well-versed in history and knowledge, and be able to deal with all kinds of emergencies... I used my father's template to create you."

Sakaki Makoto's mouth twitched and he complained:

"You are indeed not playing tricks now, but what you said is almost like farting. I have completely independent memories and I traveled through time. What does it have to do with you?"

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