Chapter 73 The Birth of Ai Haibara 2
The full moon, like a jade plate, hangs high on the curtain of night, with countless stars scattered across it like tiny glittering sequins.
It's 11 PM now, and the Black Organization's Experiment Base No. 14 is brightly lit. The researchers inside are busy connecting with new experimental subjects.
The silver-haired, blue-eyed beauty sat on the sofa in the base's high-level lounge. With no one around, Kurosawa Jin restrained his aura.
He closed his eyes to rest, reviewing the perfectly executed plan for the day.
Kurosawa Jin gave Vodka a day off, allowing himself a day of free time.
He went to great lengths to ensure that Shiho Miyano wouldn't lose her sister again, and at the same time, to gain some recognition.
Just a few more steps and this incident will come to a perfect end.
He rubbed his temples, opened his bright, dazzling eyes, and picked up the red wine on the coffee table to taste it.
The rich aroma of the sake filled Kurosawa Jin's mouth, enveloping his taste buds; the sake from the brewery was as wonderful as ever.
This afternoon, he took Akemi Miyano back to the base and, out of kindness, let her meet Shiho Miyano.
Judging by the time, the Miyano sisters should have finished chatting by now, Kurosawa Jin thought, got up, picked up the black top hat on the table, put it on his head, and went out to walk towards another lounge in the base.
I'm going to be the villain who breaks up the sisters again!
At the same time, Akemi Miyano glanced at the time, her eyes filled with melancholy and deep reluctance.
"Time's almost up, Gin will be here soon," she said, rubbing Shiho Miyano's head as it rested on her shoulder.
"I really want to see you every day, sister, just like a normal person."
Stray hair covered most of Shiho Miyano's face, a faint sadness shrouded her, along with a hint of despair.
"Yes, Shiho, you definitely can!" Miyano Akemi said excitedly, filled with anticipation for the future.
"Shiho, believe me, we'll be free the next time we meet!"
Upon hearing Miyano Akira's inexplicable words, Miyano Shiho felt a bad feeling rise in her heart.
My older sister is really easy to fool. That awful FBI agent from last time not only deceived her feelings but also got her punished by the organization.
"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you hiding something from me? Has someone told you something?"
"It's alright, Shiho, you'll see later." Miyano Akemi's eyes were firm as she looked at Miyano Shiho's surprised eyes.
"Sister, don't trust others so easily!" Shiho Miyano said anxiously.
"Knock knock!"
At that moment, Kurosawa Jin knocked on the door and entered, interrupting the two sisters' conversation.
"Akami Miyano, it's time for you to go. Don't forget your mission."
Hearing Kurosawa Jin's reminder, Miyano Akemi steeled her heart, turned to look at her sister one last time, and then left decisively.
"Sister, what mission are you going to do?" Shiho Miyano hurriedly followed Akemi Miyano, wanting to catch up and ask her what was going on, but was blocked at the door by Jin Kurosawa.
"Alright, Sherry, time's up. You can't talk to her anymore." Kurosawa Jin, who had intervened, looked like a wicked mother-in-law.
"Gin, what have you done?"
Even though Shiho Miyano was afraid of Gin, she had to get to the bottom of this matter since Akemi Miyano was involved.
"Haha." Kurosawa Jin chuckled dryly, nonchalantly saying, "It was just a deal I made with her!"
"What kind of deal?" Shiho Miyano was startled and blurted out, "If anything happens to my sister, I'll..."
She stopped speaking abruptly, her body trembled, and a sense of powerlessness instantly overwhelmed her.
She seems unable to do anything; she even has difficulty leaving the base!
"What? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you trying to threaten me?" Kurosawa Jin said slowly, as if he were teasing a cat with its fur standing on end.
[Ding! Shiho Miyano believes you are treacherous, cunning, and utterly wicked! Shiho Miyano's approval rating -10]
Hearing the voice message indicating a decrease in approval rating, Kurosawa Jin was not worried. He knew that Miyano Shiho's approval rating would soon increase.
"Hmph, Shirley, focus on your experiments. This is none of your business!"
With those words, Kurosawa Jin strode away, leaving Miyano Shiho standing there, dejected.
She hung her head, her fists clenched tightly, and her lips were almost bleeding from being bitten by her own teeth.
The next morning, inside Professor Agasa's villa.
Conan Edogawa woke up sleepily on the sofa, his hair a mess, with only his two signature tufts of hair sticking up proudly.
Where am I? He threw off the blanket covering him, stood on the floor, yawning and looking around, his head spinning.
Oh, this seems to be Professor Agasa's house... Hmm? I think I've forgotten something?
Just then, Professor Agasa came over with a plate of breakfast and a glass of milk. "Shinichi, you're awake. Come and have some breakfast."
Conan naturally picked up a knife and fork, forked a fried egg, and put it in his mouth.
"Shinichi, where did you go last night? I was startled to find you sleeping at the front door this morning." Professor Agasa sat opposite Conan, holding a cup of coffee.
"Oh, last night, Gu Ze and I went to..." Conan's voice trailed off as he spoke, his eyes gradually brightening, his brain reconnecting after a malfunction.
"Clang!" Conan's fork fell onto the plate with a pleasant, crisp sound.
He remembered! Last night, he and Gu Ze broke into the hideout of a human trafficking organization and met Gin, and then... that man named Murakami.
Last night, he was caught by Murakami less than a minute after he fled. Just when he thought he was going to meet his maker, Murakami did not kill him.
That's right, Murakami is Gu Ze's man!
Conan's lips twitched slightly. He had thought it was because of his superior infiltration skills, but the truth was that Murakami had given him a whole ocean.
He's the Joker!
Conan then gave Gu Ze's camera to Murakami, who assured him that he would rescue Gu Ze.
However, Shinichi Kudo, a high school detective with a strong sense of adventure, said that he would go with Murakami.
However, Murakami, also known as Morofushi Kagemitsu, sternly refused and knocked him unconscious, leaving him at the doorstep of a certain doctor.
"Shinichi, Shinichi!" Professor Agasa's voice pulled Conan back to reality. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Xiaolan just called..."
Conan had no time to respond to Professor Agasa. He slammed his hand on the table and jumped up, shouting, "No time! Professor Agasa, what time is it?!"
"Eight... eight fifty."
"Damn it, it's too late!" Conan turned and ran towards the door. "Doctor, skateboard!"
“I put it behind the gate…” Professor Agasa followed Conan.
Although children's legs are short, they are still fast. Conan quickly grabbed his skateboard and rushed to the door, where he bumped into the three members of the Junior Detective League who had come to visit.
"Hey! Conan, where are you going?" Mitsuhiko called out to Conan's retreating figure.
"I have an urgent matter!"
Genta pouted and said, "What! Going out to play alone again, without taking us!"
Conan ignored Genta's complaints because time was of the essence.
It was obviously too late to go to Beika Hotel now, so Conan changed his destination to Beika Park. He rushed as fast as he could, but he was still a step too late.
He ran into the park, panting, and when he looked at his watch, it was already 9:10!
"Tsk! I'm still too late!"
He stood at the gate and looked up, and saw a lawn directly opposite the gate, with a wooden bench in front of it.
Conan frowned, ran to the bench, and walked around it with a serious expression, hoping to find some clues.
Mihana Park's remote location means few people choose to visit or relax there, providing Conan with an excellent environment for solving cases.
"Put-put-put-put—" The ear-piercing sound of a lawnmower came from the lawn behind, and an old man slowly cut off a section of the grass that had grown too lush.
The old man had probably seen Akemi Miyano before, Conan thought, and ran over to her on the lawn.
"Grandpa! Can I ask you some questions?" Conan asked in a high-pitched voice.
However, his voice was drowned out by the sound of the lawnmower, so Conan had to raise his voice and ask again.
When the old man saw Conan jumping around and waving at him, seemingly saying something, he quickly turned off the noisy machine.
"Little one, can't you find your mom and dad?"
"Grandpa, did you see a long-haired lady sitting over there ten minutes ago?" Conan pointed to the bench.
The old man squinted, pretending to think, "There was a girl, wearing a mask and a hat, and carrying a large handbag."
"Yes, yes, that's her! Did she do anything unusual?" Conan couldn't hide his excitement.
"She sat on the chair for a while, answered a phone call, then squatted down, picked up a crumpled piece of paper from under the chair, glanced at it, and left."
The old man scratched his head and continued, "That paper ball was hidden so well that even the cleaner, Sato, didn't notice it."
"Did you see what was written on it?" Conan asked.
"Don't let my age fool you, my eyesight is still sharp!" the old man chuckled proudly. "That's a picture, printed in black and white."
"In the middle is a tower, a bit like the Skytree, and to its right is a building that looks like a chair," the old man said, gesturing a couple of times on the grass.
These points of information were crucial, which made Conan, who was originally irritable, overjoyed. After thanking the old man, he hurriedly set off for the Tokyo Skytree.
As soon as Conan left, the old man on the lawn suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a young man with blue eyes.
"Done," Zhang Tongri said calmly.
9:30, near Tokyo Skytree.
Conan stopped his skateboard at the right moment and leaned against a telephone pole by the roadside, beginning to think about the picture the old man had mentioned.
The location shown in the picture is likely where Akemi Miyano was going.
However, there are no chair-like buildings near the Tokyo Skytree!
"Damn it! The clue has gone cold again!" Conan was at a loss, grabbing his hair haphazardly.
The streets are bustling with traffic and people. As a famous tourist destination, Tokyo Skytree is a popular spot for tourists to take photos, making the area around the Skytree a district with huge pedestrian traffic.
The hustle and bustle of the outside world disturbed Conan's thoughts; even the great detective has his moments of difficulty.
"Ring ring ring".
It was a call from Professor Agasa.
"Doctor, what's up?" Conan asked impatiently, eager to hang up and continue investigating the case.
"It's me, Conan," Ayumi's voice came from the phone.
"Ayumi?"
"And me, Mitsuhiko!"
"Me too, me too."
The voices of the Junior Detective League gradually came through.
"What do you want? Tell me quickly, I'm in a hurry," Conan said speechlessly.
"The professor gave us a puzzle, and we have absolutely no idea how to solve it, so we wanted to ask you for help," Ayumi explained.
"Heh, what another boring game," Conan thought to himself.
Genta added, "If we guess right, the professor will treat us to eel rice!"
"So, what's the question?"
"'Wood' and 'dry', guess a single character."
"Wood" and "dry," Conan muttered to himself.
How could such a word game possibly stump our high school detective? With just a little thought, Conan had the answer.
He answered confidently, "It is 'not yet'."
"Hey, why?"
"Just overlap the vertical strokes between the two characters, and you can..."
Wait a minute, it overlaps!
It was as if a beam of white light pierced through the back of Conan's head, and inspiration struck instantly.
It's overlapping!
From a specific angle, certain buildings can overlap to form the shape of a "chair".
Conan now needs to find that special angle!
"I got it!" Conan shouted, and before the three little ones could even react, he excitedly hung up the phone.
[Author's Note]
I'm back! The entire story is now archived! [cheering emojis] [cheering emojis] [cheering emojis] I'll be updating like crazy from now on, and it's expected to be finished in November! [cheering emojis] ...
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