Beihu Zunhao Hotel, 5th floor, Room 517.

The only sound in the dim room was the tapping of keyboards. The purple-haired young man sitting upright on the sofa had his bangs dripping with water. He didn't care that the table was wet. He was frowning as he looked at the content displayed on the laptop screen.

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Another fruitless search?

Fujiwara Yu rubbed his swollen temples in annoyance. Ever since he recovered his memories of his past life five years ago, he has been looking for the son of destiny who can give him permanent residence in this world.

He looked up again at the five large characters "Edogawa Conan" on the search bar, then at the four words "No data available" below, and sighed deeply. His back, which had been sitting upright on the sofa, became less formal. After all, this was his 21,867th search.

Fujiwara Yuu held his chin and looked at the computer screen. After a long silence, he closed the Google page with an unhappy look on his face. He threw the mouse on the table and sat down on the sofa with his legs tucked in. He said in a displeased tone:

"Tsk, what psychopath gave a Japanese person a foreign name like 'Conan'? If you like Conan Doyle so much, why didn't they just use his beloved son's name? Isn't Edogawa Sherlock longer?"

During these five years, he searched for as much information as possible about the name "Edogawa Conan". In the end, the most famous person was the novelist Conan Doyle who had died a long time ago. As for Japan... there was no one named "Conan", but there were quite a few dogs.

So where in the world does this key figure who holds the key to the world exist?!

It can't be that he hasn't been born yet.

This absurd thought suddenly popped up in Fujiwara Yu's head, but he quickly dismissed it. If the "savior" of this world really was an unborn fertilized egg, then it would be better for him to bang his head against a wall and die before this person came into the world.

As long as you die quickly, "disaster" will never befall you.

Fujiwara Yuu sighed deeply, picked up the whiskey glass filled with honey-like amber liquid, and took a sip.

He usually doesn't like Scotch whisky, but he loves Macallan 18 Year Old Sherry Cask because it has a very light smoky flavor, and most of the taste is of vanilla, wood spices and citrus. It tastes very consistent on the palate and has very rich layers. It is worthy of being the Rolls-Royce of whiskies and it really lives up to its name.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The phone on the table vibrated. Fujiwara Yu reached out and picked it up and found that it was a call from his teacher. After pressing the answer button, a gentle voice of an elderly person soon came from the other end. Although the Japanese was not very standard, it did not affect normal conversation.

"Claire, it's already evening over there, right? I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"

"Don't worry, Sensei. I certainly didn't disturb you. Besides, with a job like ours, how could we possibly rest early?" Fujiwara Yuu put his glass aside. He walked to the window, phone in hand, and looked at the flashing neon lights of the bar across the river. He squinted and said, "I've already seen Ying Hai."

Elfret Adler, 54 years old, was Fujiwara Yu's direct superior at the CIA and also his instructor after he joined the CIA. He taught him many of the CIA's interrogation techniques, including the CIA's signature lie detection method.

The reason why he agreed to let Claire go to Japan to investigate the organization was because it was his plan to arrange for Hondou Eikai to be the contact person. He felt guilty about the death of Yinsen Hondou, so he hoped that his favorite student Claire could go to Japan to look after the CIA agent Hondou Eikai who was fighting alone in the organization.

"Oh, Yinghai is also a poor child. How has she been doing in the past year?" Elfret put down the documents in his hand, pushed the thin-framed glasses on his nose, and asked with a sigh.

"It's quite good. She has already gained the trust of the organization and obtained the code name of Kir."

"That's good. I've always felt sorry about her father... Claire, you have to take good care of her."

"I understand." After a brief pause, Fujiwara Yuu chose not to tell the teacher about the Scotch whisky, but to end the conversation directly: "Then I won't bother you anymore, teacher. I have something to take care of here, so I'll hang up first."

"Okay, I'll arrange for a new agent to assist you next week. He specifically asked to work with you on the mission."

"Okay, I understand, teacher."

After waiting for the teacher to hang up the phone, Fujiwara Yu drank the remaining liquid in the whiskey glass. His gaze returned to the Google page, and after completely clearing the search history, he leaned back and buried his body in the sofa.

The main reason for not reporting the news codenamed Scotch Whisky was the lack of trust in the CIA.

Despite Elfret's unwavering care, his father's death was like a wall separating him from the CIA. His primary reason for leaving the United States and coming to Japan was to expand his own "power." His goal was clear: to find the CIA agent who betrayed his father and to destroy the massive, mysterious organization responsible for his father's death.

He felt extremely troubled when he thought that his teacher was going to arrange a new agent to be by his side. If it was a rookie who knew nothing, he really didn't know what kind of trouble he would get into.

Fujiwara Yu rubbed his almost dry hair, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then used the mouse to open Google Maps, set the location to Haido Station, and tried to screen out apartments that might be the safe house of Scotch Whisky.

He carefully observed the ordinary apartment buildings near Haido Station. Why, you ask, did he exclude other housing types? It's because the apartment building where Hondou Eikai lived was very ordinary, not very high, and had no elevator. If it were a detached house or a high-rise apartment building near the station, she wouldn't have chosen a better, safer house.

"Hmm...are 1-chome 12-14 the only ones that meet the requirements? They are not difficult to find. It should take a few days to successfully check them out." Fujiwara Yu rubbed his chin and thought. Since he had nothing to do tomorrow, he might as well try his luck tomorrow. If he was lucky, he might be able to find it in one day.

However, luck seems to have nothing to do with Fujiwara Yuu since he was born - it has nothing to do with him at all.

Three consecutive days of investigation all ended in failure. Of course, this does not mean that he did not gain anything. At least he has narrowed down the safe houses of Scotch Whisky to only two apartment buildings.

Standing in the hotel bathroom, Fujiwara Yu used a hair dryer to dry his wet hair. Then he picked up the black shirt folded aside and put it on himself, hoping to complete the task today.