Chapter 69 (Previously Chapter 68): Beneath the Gentian Flower: It Started Midway...

Life is full of low points.

I said, "Okay price, all in!"

On the ruins after the rain stopped, two people stood facing each other in silence for a few seconds before being interrupted by a white, spherical object that suddenly rolled down.

The object, which resembled a human skull, was eerily white in the moonlight. Perhaps it had been knocked down by the heavy rain earlier, and now it rolled down from the top of the pile of stone slabs, heading straight for the ale.

This shape... it can't be...

Rei Furuya was startled and reached out to grab the unknown object, but Elju reacted quickly and dodged ahead of him, catching the pale white sphere steadily.

"El...!"

“It’s alright, it’s just a head model.” The black-haired girl raised her hand and flicked the “skull” in her hand without changing her expression, making a crisp plastic tapping sound. “It’s probably because it was kept in the attic and wasn’t burned.”

"...Head model?" Furuya Rei walked over and took the head model with dead fish eyes and pursed lips from El's hand. He then realized that the model actually had normal yellow skin, but after being whitened by the moonlight, it looked somewhat eerie from a distance.

How could there be something like this in the training camp... He glanced at the calm-looking bald model in his hand, and his expression twisted slightly.

“Yeah, the pursed-lip guy that Lag uses to make a wig.” Elju glanced at Furuya Rei's speechless expression, his originally straight lips curling up slightly, and said, “You don’t know what cosplay is, do you, old man?”

“Not really.” Furuya Rei casually placed the pursed-lips guy on a pile of stones nearby, turning his superior features to face inwards. “But it really is my first time working with a wig.”

He watched as the girl quickly composed herself and followed her out of the ruins, intentionally continuing the lighter topic, "Jianan said before that Rag is good at perming and dyeing hair."

"Yeah, she couldn't leave the training camp, so she went online to work as a cat nurse and take orders." Elle led the group back onto the mountain path they had come from, saying as they walked, "Now she's a fairly well-known lady with a group of reliable relatives and friends."

The mountain paths were slippery after the rain, so the two slowed their pace and carefully walked along the muddy road by the light of their flashlights, chatting idly.

"They're the ones who came up with the idea of ​​disguise in Scotland." The black-haired girl pinched the water from the ends of her hair and used her flashlight to check her surroundings. "Strictly speaking, 'Pinky Lips Bro' also contributed to the operation."

She stood there, holding a flashlight, and spun around to get a better look at her surroundings. Then she closed her eyes, compared the route in her memory with the forest that looked different after the rain, and quickly found her way.

"This way."

“Okay… I’ll tell Hiro.” Furuya Rei raised his hand to clear a patch of bushes. After walking for a while, a slope appeared in front of him, and his view, which had been obscured by the trees, suddenly opened up.

The car they rented when they entered the mountain was parked on the side of the dirt road; they had already left Xiangshan.

Before he could offer to help, Elle had already found a suitable angle, using the child's stable center of gravity to slide down the slope sideways, and finally jumped forward against a pothole, landing steadily with her knees bent.

Rei Furuya quickly and skillfully slid down as well.

The two soaking wet people got into the car, which was already running. Furuya Rei turned the car around and drove downhill. He glanced at Al, who was looking down at his phone in the passenger seat, and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"Let's find a guesthouse to stay in for now." The black-haired girl took out two tissues, patted her still dripping bangs, glanced at Conan's questioning text message, and then exited the page.

"Let's go check the pre-designated exit tomorrow morning." Elle looked at the Noah's Ark chat bubble on her phone and answered somewhat casually, "If the children from the training camp evacuated from there, there will be a pre-arranged mark."

"We need to enter from the scenic area entrance; the exit is far away and we can't drive there..."

Her gaze lingered on the news that "Conan was invited by the Nagano Police Department and the Junior Detective League joined," before she suddenly asked, "Hachibana, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"Huh?" Rei Furuya, in the driver's seat, was taken aback and asked, somewhat confused, "If you want me to help find someone, do you need a portrait of Lag?"

“Okay, I’ll draw it for you tonight.” Elju raised his hand to press his temples, looked at the flickering vision in front of him, and touched the seven-colored card he always carried at his waist.

Ah, anyway, there's nothing left to investigate. Taking matters into my own hands might be less effective than following Conan and running into the Black Organization. We always seem to encounter codenamed members.

This child's luck is incredible. She worked for Rum for so many years, and the frequency with which she met codenamed members was about the same as the frequency with which Conan would bump into them.

Things have come to this.

She took off the seven-colored card and unfolded it in front of her eyes. The information she had collected over the past few days began to flash before her eyes as she recalled it in her brain. Her dark pupils trembled accordingly, and the memories were compressed, packaged, and stuffed into the depths of her mind.

Let's stop here for now.

…

After driving for nearly twenty minutes on roads where almost all the lights were off, the two were lucky enough to check into a guesthouse that was still open late at night.

Enjoying the generous reimbursement system for codename members, Furuya Rei readily pulled out his card and, ignoring the boss's advice, booked the largest family suite in the place.

As soon as they got the keys, the two people, soaked to the bone from the rain, headed straight for their respective bedrooms' ensuite bathrooms and took a hot shower before their bad colds took hold.

The blond man wiped his short hair with one hand while checking text messages from Morofushi Kagemitsu and Kazami Yuya on his phone. He walked out of the bedroom and headed straight for the kitchen in the family suite, where the ginger he had requested was already prepared in the refrigerator.

To prevent a cold, a hot bath alone is not enough; you also need something that can warm your body from the inside out.

For example, a bowl of ginger soup.

Ten minutes later, Al, with wet hair, a towel draped over his shoulders, and a folded pencil sketch in his hand, knocked on the door of Furuya Rei's empty bedroom.

The black-haired girl, having missed her target, raised an eyebrow. Then, she smelled an increasingly strong, pungent odor in the air. She frowned, twitched her nose, and followed the scent all the way to the kitchen.

She spotted Furuya Rei filling a bowl with ginger soup.

Ale: > - <

"Drink a bowl after you've dried your hair." The blond man looked at the girl whose face had fallen, and before she could refuse, he picked up two bowls of hot, brownish-red soup and walked towards the living room, saying in a way that left no room for refusal, "Or drink it now, you must finish it."

"I'm allergic to ginger."

Al followed behind Furuya Rei, like an adult at a drinking table pretending to be allergic to alcohol, trying to escape the bowl of ginger soup that smelled nauseating.

“Oh, your ‘children’ didn’t mention that you’re allergic to ginger.” Furuya Rei placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of the sofa, a gentle smile on his face, and said, “But they did tell me to be careful, since you catch colds easily.”

He had felt in the car that it was strange that a kid under twenty kept saying "kids," and he couldn't quite put his finger on what was funny about it.

While the soup was being made, Furuya Rei exchanged a few coded messages and then logged into the forum. After browsing several pinned posts, he finally realized what the indescribable feeling on El's body was.

"The Sycamore Tree Care Manual (Restored and Updated Version)"

(Posted by forum moderator) Please note! Please be careful when using pseudonyms on this forum!!

(Pinned) Please don't refute the sycamore tree's use of the term "child" to refer to you. Click to see how to correctly understand the age difference between you and the other person... (hot)

(Pinned) A brief discussion on the taste preferences and lifestyle habits of sycamore trees... (hot hot hot)

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“I put brown sugar in it.” The blond man looked at the mature-looking child in front of him, who was looking down at the ginger soup, and a more complex emotion was wrapped in his smile. “The ginger flavor won’t be too strong.”

"Yeah, right. They're trying to fool the codenamed members like children." Elle glanced at the sinister and ruthless Bourbon, feeling like her nose was about to be suffocated by the strong smell of ginger.

No, she absolutely will not drink this ginger soup.

"This is a portrait, keep it safe." As the black-haired girl handed over the white paper, she subtly tried to steal the bowl of ginger soup by lowering her arm.

"Ah, okay." Rei Furuya smiled and took the drawing paper, then steadily pressed down on the bowl of ginger soup that had started to move, saying, "It's a little hot, would you like to drink it now?"

Ale: = . =

"I'm going to dry my hair first." She slammed her hand on the table and stood up, giving Furuya Rei a disapproving look. "We're going to Matsushiro Headquarters tomorrow morning. After that, we can go straight back to Tokyo."

“Okay.” Furuya Rei maintained his smile as he watched the other person stall for time. “I’ll schedule a visit.”

“There’s been a series of murders in there. You should use your detective skills.” Elle shook her phone at him, and Furuya Rei’s phone simultaneously received a notification.

Rei Furuya looked at the detailed information on his phone, which included photos of the victims at the scene and even information from local tabloids. His expression turned serious. These photos should be primary source material stored in the police department's database, right?

“Moreover, it’s a cross-county joint investigation, so you can find a victim’s family member who needs to be represented.” She had just finished reviewing the information Noah’s Ark had collected and had a better understanding of the group’s criminal tactics. “Anyway, the police have started looking for outside help.”

After explaining the next steps, Elle wiped her hair and went back to her bedroom.

She turned on the hairdryer, but instead of drying her hair, she casually placed it on the table next to her and lay down on the bed with her wet hair as a pillow.

The black-haired girl looked up at the fluorescent light above her head for a while, and then slowly closed her eyes amidst the whistling sound of the wind.

…

The moment darkness enveloped his vision, the fragile connection between his thoughts and consciousness was severed, and Elg, suddenly finding himself with nothing beneath him, fell into a black void within a space of consciousness, hovering for a moment before being pulled downwards.

Like falling from the ocean into the sky, she was plunged from the darkness that was previously shimmering like a screen of snowflakes into a blank expanse of pure white.

The black-haired girl fell headfirst, leaving faint marks on her side as if ink had been smeared.

When she looked up, she saw the ruins below, enveloped in an endless void, with scorched rubble and broken tiles scattered all over the ground.

That was the memory palace she built from scratch over ten years after abandoning the color card memorization method.

Within each concrete brick and tile lies a compressed collection of her passively stored, redundant memories. The palace, on the other hand, contains things that truly need to be remembered and utilized, a much more natural approach than forcibly stuffing them into her brain using color cards.

Ale doesn't actually make you particularly prone to catching a cold, but the dizziness and headache caused by a cold can easily make memory retrieval a complete mess, and it always takes some time to properly repair this after each blackout.

However, after she ingested APTX4869, the palace, which normally required careful maintenance, was completely burned down by the human fire that nearly consumed her life, scattering fragments of her memories everywhere.

It would be delicious if it were Oreo crumbs with plain ice cream.

But what's truly awful is her memory palace; after it collapsed, all her memories were fragmented.

El rubbed his forehead and looked at the area closest to the core of the ruins. It had the same layout and specifications as the Elephant Mountain Training Camp, but it had obviously been burned down by fire.

But unlike real buildings, in the very center of the ruins stands a spiral staircase that winds its way up around a sycamore tree whose crown has been burned away by fire, until it meets the blank boundary.

As Elle fell, she raised her hand and touched the cracked spiral staircase in front of her. The already crumbling building immediately began to tumble down, scattering pebbles, and completely collapsed with her gentle push.

The petite girl deftly flipped over among the falling bricks, and with a light touch of her toes, transformed into a tall young woman, landing on the charred, bare trunk of the sycamore tree. She sighed as she looked down at the collapsed spiral staircase below.

She spent a long time piecing together her memories to build that towering staircase.

Although it was built as a shoddy project intended for single use and turned out to be a one-time thing, it still breaks my heart.

Just as she was mourning the completion of the Stairway to Heaven, Elju suddenly felt someone pinch her cheek. Without turning her head, she grabbed the wrist of the person behind her and asked, "Where exactly are you hiding?"

The person didn't answer, but instead lunged forward and wrapped their arms around Elju's neck, chuckling and kicking their legs, "Little Tong, Little Tong, is it my turn to log on?"

"Hmm." The black-haired girl stood atop the sycamore tree, reached out and took the girl who was clinging to her back and making a fuss down. She pinched the girl under her armpits, lifted her up, and looked her in the eye, saying, "Lag, you promised you'd wait for me."

"Plans can't keep up with changes, you know." The girl in the hand, who looked about ten years old, had long, frizzy hair and was now looking at her fingers in a self-reflective manner, but her expression was completely different. "But I can guarantee that 'now' I'm absolutely on your side!"

"But I have no idea where I am right now." The girl blinked her bright black eyes, her pupils seeming to flash with a hundred mischievous ideas.

"After all, I am just the 'past' that Lag gave you." She raised her hand to cup Elg's face, pressed her forehead against the girl's, and said softly, "Just an old memory that was accidentally restarted."

A cloud of dust drifted down from mid-air and landed on El's head. The little girl who had been only waist-high in front of him suddenly grew into a girl half a head taller than him. He raised his hand and flicked his forehead.

"Xiao Tong, learn from my mistake, make sure you eat well before you go on a mission."

Elle looked up blankly and blinked. Suddenly, the person reappeared five steps away, a shorter figure clinging to the wall at the street corner, turning back to call out, "Come quick, come quick! We caught Shinran and the police academy group's first encounter!"

"Wait, those are Fiano's men!" The girl, dressed in a middle school uniform, suddenly covered her face and screamed silently, "Aaaaaah, Kirito, help me! Aaaaaah!"

In the blink of an eye, the person in front of me turned back into the ten-year-old girl I first met at the training camp.

The girl in the uniform knelt beside a wooden bed, persistently poking at the small figure on the bed whose back was turned to her, and said, "Thank you for covering for me. I'm not quite sure what hyperthymesia is like."

"But I'm not lying to you, I really am twenty years old." Ten-year-old Rag looked at the motionless person on the bed, then simply turned the person over and pressed his forehead against the feverish head. "You can see for yourself."

Elle looked at her six-year-old self from her memories. At that time, she was going to push away the girl who had clung to her after calling her "fellow villager," but the girl had indeed proven her point.

“Hmm…” Little El, his cheeks burning red, sat on the bed for a moment, staring at the chuckling fool in front of him for a long time, and finally said in Chinese with a heavy nasal tone: “You, as expected, do not have hyperthymesia.”

"But this chosen one has an automatically backed-up memo." Little Rag gently pushed the little girl, who had sat up, back onto the bed, tucked her in, and began to boast about his abilities, "This is the latest version from the 21st century; that was just a file transfer, you know."

"...Hmph, the chosen one who fell down the stairs due to low blood sugar." Little El, still feeling dizzy, subconsciously made a sarcastic remark, but clearly this did nothing to dampen the other's grand ambitions and confidence.

"Fellow villager, the fight against organized crime must always be in our hearts!" Little Rag plopped down on the bed, waving his hand imposingly in front of him, and said, "If we join forces, we'll wipe out the Black Organization and return home in triumph. That's just around the corner!"

What kind of dream is he having? He's probably thinking about how to survive right now... Little El closed his eyes little by little amidst the energetic voice. In his uneasy half-dreaming and half-awake state, a cool hand was placed on his forehead.

'It seems the fever has gone down a bit.' The childish voice blended with the increasingly blurred voice of his mother in his memory. Little El's tightly furrowed brows were smoothed out, and his consciousness finally returned to the peaceful darkness.

The randomly appearing fragments of memory disappeared. Elju closed his eyes and casually brushed away the increasingly thick dust on his head. The memories that were originally stored properly in the palace began to reverberate in his ears.

'This world is like a comic book back home. This memo says I can go home when the Black Organization is wiped out.'

"Hey, what's your name? Oh... how about we share the same surname? It's the surname of Zhuge Liang, the great strategist from the Three Kingdoms period!"

"Little Tong, Little Tong, come and see the portrait of the Grim Reaper I created! You absolutely must remember this person... Yes, you must carefully review my past memories. In this world, be sure to stay away from this elementary school student!"

"knew."

'Hehe, that old man picked a pretty good codename. We're all beer, after all.'

"Um:)"

'Key that conceals dark power, reveal your true strength before me! Rag, who made a pact with you, commands you—the Shawshank Tunnels, release!'

"……ill."

"Xiaotong, have you ever tried creating a memory palace or a mental map of your memories? Let me tell you, I once used a navigation app that almost led me into someone else's fishpond..."

"ah?"

Elju brushed off the last bit of dust from his clothes, squatted down in the quiet environment, rubbed the restless little Rag in front of him, and said to his memory anchor, "Then I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, she jumped down from the half-withered sycamore tree and landed on the ruins of the fire. She closed her eyes and began to sort out the chaotic and complicated memories in this space.

Her own memories were so fragmented that it required searching for a needle in a haystack using the seven-colored cards, but the memories shared by Rag were complete and logically sound, and unexpectedly, they connected smoothly with the outer consciousness.

Although the master of the mind is still oneself, that self-contained memory cannot be connected with the memory of the ale. More often than not, one can only rely on the memory navigation built up before to call up previous memories.

Right now, she can only repair the memory palace first; otherwise, she can only temporarily log on by building a spiral staircase.

Centered on the black-haired girl with her eyes closed in the arena, the dust and bricks in the arena moved slowly towards their original positions without any wind.

A loud child's voice came from the top of the sycamore tree. Little Rag poked his head out and shouted to the ale below, "Little Tong, keep up the good work!"

El opened his eyes, grabbed a brick that was floating by, and, in the flashback of memories, pressed the brick back into place, replying, "Understood."

"Leave the rest to me. Start all systems, start, start!" Little Rag climbed to the top of the sycamore tree, reaching out to touch the black and white boundary above his head. "And—this! O-Navigation!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Elju picked up a brick from the surrounding area and pressed it against the wall in front of him. The huge sycamore tree shot upwards, pushing the girl who was dawdling and shouting slogans out of the way.

…

Inside the bedroom of the guesthouse.

The black-haired girl lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, sat up with her short hair that was already half-dry, and the bright moonlight, washed by the rain, shone through the window.

"...Where am I?"

One second he was sleeping peacefully next to Ran Mouri, the next he opened his eyes to find himself in a completely different environment. Zhuge Tongzhi was stunned for a moment by the continuous whistling sound in his ears, and then looked up at the void in front of him.

The blue and white navigation bar remains there as always:

"New route detected. We have automatically planned a path for you based on your travel direction."

"Current Path: Underground Bunker Serial Murder Case (51% Complete)"

Route: Shōzan Site, Nagano Prefecture (Completed)

Next route point: Matsushiro Base Camp (incomplete)

Zhuge Tongzhi: ...?

Huh? Wasn't I sleeping in Beika Town?

Oh dear, when did you develop remote teleportation (subway, old man, mobile phone jpg).

Where did I end up...? Zhuge Tongzhi raised his hand and flipped through the current path record, navigating from "Xiangshan Ruins" all the way to the very beginning "Brave the Public Security Base," only to belatedly realize that things were not so simple.

She shoved the navigation bar into the sidebar, her short, half-dry hair swaying as she fumbled around the room for her phone and detective badge.

She didn't see the detective badge, but she found Conan's unanswered text message.

Zhuge Tongzhi after reading the general content: Pupil earthquake jpg.

Who wants to work with Bourbon?

Me?

Who left the detective badge in the hands of Morofushi Kagemitsu?

Me?

Huh oO?

Me, Oo?

The black-haired girl read the somewhat resentful text message again, decisively exited the page, found the pinned contact in her address book, clicked on the one marked Edogawa Conan, and pressed the call button.

As she waited for the call to be answered, she reached the bedroom window and peered out to see how high it was from the ground—in any case, she needed to prepare for evacuation first.

Well, it's alright, this is the first floor.

Just as he was peering out the window, pondering his next move, a crisp sound of a door opening suddenly rang out.

"Click".

Zhuge Tongzhi suddenly turned his head 180 degrees and looked at the blond man who walked in through the door carrying a bowl of some unknown evil liquid. The man's already dark skin appeared even more sinister under the dead light of the overhead lamp in the door frame.

No way, Bourbon lives right next door.

So scary! So scary! So scary!

"Haven't you finished drying your hair yet, Al?" Furuya Rei pushed open the door and entered, carrying a bowl of ginger soup that had turned lukewarm. He immediately noticed the hairdryer that had been left on the table.

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, his purplish-gray eyes looking at Zhuge Tongzhi, who was holding her phone and peeking out the window. He slowly asked the stiff-moving girl, "What are you doing..."

Rei Furuya observed Zhuge Tongzhi's expression for a moment, then, seeing through the truth, changed his form of address. A hint of a smile appeared in his gray bourbon eyes as he asked cryptically, "...Zhuge Tongzhi, little one?"

A chill rose from the soles of my bare feet, creeping up to my still-damp scalp, and was made even colder by the night breeze blowing in from outside the window.

Faced with Bourbon's overwhelming momentum, Zhuge Tongzhi paused, his fingers gripping the windowsill. He quickly hung up the phone and was about to say something incoherent.

So she opened her mouth.

Then I sneezed.

Zhuge Tongzhi: ...

"No, ouch! I, ouch! ouch! Oh, I really, ouch!" From the first sneeze, she couldn't stop sneezing every two words, so she had to awkwardly reach out to close the window.

"No rush." ​​Furuya Rei walked in with a smile, carrying a bowl of ginger soup. "Drink this soup first, it's not too hot now."

Soup? Zhuge Tongzhi cautiously walked over, his expression scrunched up by the strong smell of ginger, but since Furuya Rei had already handed him the bowl, he had no choice but to take it.

"Come out and talk." The blond man left the bedroom first and went to the more spacious living room outside. Zhuge Tongzhi, who was a little confused about the current situation, followed behind with a bowl of soup.

Looking around at the layout of the suite, the black-haired girl rubbed the back of her head to dry it faster. Just as she sat down on the sofa, she heard Rei Furuya across from her speak, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you, and you"

DNA answered the question faster than the brain. Zhuge Tongzhi looked at Furuya Rei in a daze, only to see the other party smile slightly and continue to speak in awkward Chinese: "Which company has the best excavation technology?"

"Go to Lanxiang Technical School in Shandong, China." Once again, he couldn't stop himself from speaking. Zhuge Tongzhi half-covered his mouth, staring wide-eyed at Furuya Rei who had suddenly started speaking Chinese.

A blue and white navigation box suddenly appeared; she must have clearly seen the prompts inside.

"Target detected. Emergency contact added for you: Tooru Amuro/Bourbon (Rei Furuya)"

The meaning of pea flowers.

"...9331?"

No gifts this Chinese New Year.

"I only accept gifts from the old platinum generation."

"How much does the shirt cost?"

Nine pounds and fifteen pence.

"What's so fragrant and crispy...?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Zhuge Tongzhi was the first to interrupt this nonsensical conversation that had inexplicably started chanting slogans. She made a pause gesture, thought about the prompt box she had just seen, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Furuya? Where are we now...?"

"Drink the ginger soup first." Furuya Rei felt a deep sense of novelty and a strange, unsettling feeling as Zhuge Tongzhi spoke with the full honorifics that had returned to his lips.

“It seems you should remember something.” He didn’t try to scare the child anymore, but instead gestured for him to take precautions against catching a cold. “I’ll give you a rundown of the follow-up plans later.”

"We still need to find a victim first thing tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Tongzhi, who was gulping down the soup, paused, barely managing to swallow the last mouthful of the fiery sweet ginger soup. A new path progress bar immediately appeared in the void before him:

"Method for preventing colds: Ginger soup (completed)"

Daily route completion rate: 100%

"Final route plan generated: 52.1%"

But she didn't bother to examine the rapidly advancing path progress; she simply covered her mouth and coughed twice, choking on the sound, a sense of dread creeping into her heart:

What? Are they taking me to do something like murder to cover up a crime?

Ah, me??

"Ode Maps is reminding you that although the road ahead is congested, you are still on the optimal route."

"Please maintain your current direction of travel."

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Author's note: Hmm, I'm not sure if I've explained it clearly (shyly).

That's how it was designed from the beginning, but I might not be able to write down the ideas in my head QAQ

To use the analysis from the previous posts, it means:

Zhuge Tongzhi is a local aboriginal child with true hyperthymesia who was lured into the training camp.

Rag is the real female protagonist who transmigrated. Her initial identity is in the training camp. She has a cheat code, but she's not the type to defy fate (memo).

Then Xiaotong was picked up by an older sister from another world who was also from her hometown.

All the God's-eye view was told to her by Lager.

The memory base for this identity is also shared with her by Lag (it was given to Xiaotong shortly after their first meeting).

The two who later received codenames secretly began carrying out rescue operations, but since they weren't in Japan at the beginning, they could only provide relief indirectly.

Then it happened:

Rescuing Scotland, Ragnar's luring and killing by the organization, and Al's defection and forced drug use.

After shrinking, he was taken away by the awakened Scotsman and came to Tokyo during a period of memory disorder.

The female college student's memories were unexpectedly and perfectly integrated; her previous abilities were presented in the form of O-Dream navigation.

Only after the thought process rationalized itself did the "time travel" mentioned at the beginning of this article occur.

That was actually something Rag had experienced (hesitantly).

So when Xiaotong was released,

El silently worked on building the memory palace (which collapsed due to the high fever caused by drug A).

…

So, the cuties have already guessed most of it!!

(I guessed it in the last chapter, hehe, so I gritted my teeth and tried to explain it clearly in this chapter.)

You guys are so smart! OuO

…

Braised pork ribs: ginger soup to dispel cold

El: >…<

Zhuge Liang, whose number was changed: (Having no other choice, he drank it.)

El: Eight Collapses

Zhuge: Mr. Amuro/Mr. Fangtani/Jun

Braised pork ribs: A subtle sense of unease

Conan, who had just picked up his phone and seen the missed call, thought: Oh no, is this a distress call? (Suddenly, he couldn't sleep.)

…

Such a long preface (awkwardly) (frantically awkwardly)

Mwah!