As night fell, I groped out of the room in the guesthouse. This was not a planned move. An Sir and his men had only just arrived in Nagano, so it would take some time to deploy and stage the show.

This is my own action.

The message I received during the day really made me concerned. Since it points to No. 130, it doesn’t hurt for me to go there.

Just think of it as getting familiar with the environment.

The bar at night was different from the informant's bar I visited last time in the United States. As soon as I entered, I felt that it was very lively here.

It was even a bit too lively.

Men and women of all colors, as if they belonged to different countries and wore colorful clothes, walked past me, but they seemed not to see me.

Such a noisy environment seems to be out of tune with me.

——It’s not that I am incompatible with the environment, it’s that the environment is incompatible with me.

I always have an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in my heart.

But I don’t even know whose uneasiness this is—Jingguang’s? Or Naohua’s?

Come to think of it, since I realized last time that this brain might not belong to me, it took me a long time to digest this information.

What on earth did I come through? A consciousness?

It can't be those little eyes, right?

Good san.

Then when I go back, shouldn't I get rid of everything except the eye? After all, Jingguang's body and brain are my connection with this world.

Isn't this the same as asking me to kill someone?

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How on earth am I going to get back? It's really frustrating.

I walked through the crowd. The deafening music gave me a headache. I randomly found a relatively quiet booth and picked up the wine glass from the table. The colorful liquid was stored in the glass. I drank it all in one gulp. The taste was strangely smooth, but it made me feel a little nauseous. I threw the glass aside.

I leaned back in my chair, tilted my head back, and watched the reflection of the crowd twisting on the dance floor. This somewhat awkward and oxygen-deprived posture was something I was very comfortable with and was not affected at all.

Suddenly, I vaguely felt that the sofa seat on the right side sank a little, as if someone was sitting next to me.

But my eyes were full of colorful lights. These dazzling lights shot directly into my pupils, but they didn't seem stimulating at all. I was deeply attracted to them.

I tilted my head to glance at the person next to me. I don't know if it's because I've been looking directly at the light for too long, but I could only feel a white light. I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only vaguely see a navy blue suit, as if I had seen him somewhere before.

I think I've seen this guy somewhere before.

I didn't pay attention to these small details and turned my eyes back. These dazzling lights seemed to have a hypnotic effect, making me feel sleepy as if I was dreaming.

Just looking at it makes people want to -

Sleep over.

Sleep and wake up high——!

Suddenly, I jumped up from the sofa as if I were weightless.

The moment I sat up, I found myself lying on the bed. I stood up and looked around - isn't this a guesthouse?

But I clearly remember——

Did I sleep stupidly?

Or am I dreaming?

Do you dream about something at night?

It's strange. Because Jingguang's body is alert all day, I haven't had a good rest for a long time, but today I have a comfortable feeling as if I had a good sleep.

I looked at the time. It was only about six o'clock. But I couldn't sleep, so I threw back the quilt and got out of bed. I quickly washed up and changed into my pajamas.

When I was looking for clothes to wear in my suitcase, I somehow ironed the navy blue suit I bought earlier and put it on.

Looking in the mirror, I pulled my bangs back with one hand, revealing a face without any makeup. The seam on the top of my head looked a bit abrupt, as if it could be pulled apart at once...

I couldn't help but reach out and touch the suture line - but this must be an injury from surgery, did they open the skull?

Why didn’t I realize this subtle bit of my middle school personality before?

Got it.

The breakfast at the guesthouse is fixed between seven and nine o'clock. I packed up quickly. Looking at the set of cosmetics in front of the mirror, I yawned and threw them all into the makeup bag.

Halfway through the meal, other people started to come in.

I waved, and Conan quickly saw the place, got his meal, and sat over.

Compared to him, Kogoro Mouri was more procrastinating. The adult who paid attention to his image needed to tidy up his clothes and tie a tie, but Conan just washed up and put on his clothes and came first.

"Good morning, Conan-kun."

"Good morning, Furuya... brother?"

I was stunned for a moment when I heard the name, and it was only after I took a bite of the fried dumpling that I realized that this was definitely me.

But why are you so hesitant?

"Brother Fūya didn't have any today..." Conan looked at me and pointed at his own face while saying this, "Is it okay?"

Oh - you mean makeup?

That’s totally fine. I won’t…

Why do you feel so tired?

It's just like constipation, all I need is an opportunity to defecate - what a disgusting metaphor, why did I come up with such a metaphor?

And it was during meal time.

I frowned in disgust.

"Brother Fūya?" Conan looked at my emotions changing in a few seconds and slowly typed a question mark.

"Nothing." I took out my phone and fiddled with it, then opened it and scanned the message box - there were several conversations with Maori Kogoro, several with Maori Ran, and several messages from previous work.

There are one or two more about Conan...

Why is the unfamiliar number from yesterday not here?

I was stunned. Was I dreaming yesterday?

I felt it was too confusing, so I fiddled with restoring the historical data, and a lot of the spam ads were restored, but the coordinates I remembered yesterday were still missing.

But it's strange, the map software should have my search history - let me take a look, but I found that I didn't seem to have searched for any coordinates at all, only the place names that I had manually entered.

……?

Mirror image?

I was completely confused. Could it be that I had traveled through time?

So I asked Conan seriously, "Conan-kun, when did we come to Nagano?"

"...Yesterday." Conan looked at me with strange eyes.

"What number?"

"Number five."

"How did you get here?"

"The Shinkansen."

"From where?"

"Tokyo."

I licked my lips. The time displayed on my phone was the 6th. I definitely didn’t travel through time.

Suddenly I felt a chill on my forehead. Little Conan stood on the chair, touching my forehead with one hand and placing the other on his own forehead.

"I don't have a fever," he said to himself.

The small hand touched the seams on my forehead, and it felt like my heart was being touched, making my scalp tingle.

The feel of the seams was naturally very different from that of ordinary skin, and Conan immediately felt that there was something there.

He moved his little hands to the side and noticed the seam line immediately after taking a closer look.

Such a neat scar doesn't look like a scar from an injury.

And there are obvious stitching marks.

"Surgery?" Conan asked.

I nodded. "Brain surgery. The risky kind."

So, why did I have the surgery? Was it a brain tumor? Or brain cancer?

I have absolutely no medical knowledge of this kind—but this level can no longer be considered “common sense,” right?

It should be called professional knowledge, but I am not an expert in this field. There is an insurmountable gap between the arts and sciences. I have failed math several times.

Wait, before I entered the police academy, I seemed to have a very high deviation value. I was an excellent student, so there shouldn’t be any insurmountable gaps, right?

No, no, my SAT and ACT scores were terrible. It seems like I paid to go to college?

Did I go to college?

Why does my brain feel so confused, as if I have several sets of memories?

...several sets of memories?

Could it be that I am some kind of chosen one! ?

Is it the kind of memory before reincarnation?

The kind that fights against the forces of darkness - like those who persecute Conan.

Suddenly, I looked at Conan and felt a sense of mission. As the guardian of the world, I have a heavy burden on my shoulders!

Conan watched my expression change within a few seconds, put down my bangs, and said speechlessly, "Furiya-san, you really are not feeling well, right?"

I shook my head.

uncomfortable?

I now feel a sense of comfort that I have never felt before. After all, I am a chosen one, different from ordinary people like you.

For justice for mankind, for love and peace, do you understand?

I cleared the rest of my plate and went over my schedule for the day.

After Kogoro Mouri had his meal, I helped him put on makeup step by step. Of course, his daughters Ran Mouri and little Conan also needed it.

As two people who always observe the heroic figure of "Sleeping Kogoro" from a close distance, the TV station will also send them some questions to indirectly highlight Kogoro's image.

It is said that the TV station also invited Maori Kogoro's wife at the beginning, but she did not seem to want to appear on TV, so she did not accept the invitation.

Princess Eri.

I think I've heard of this name before.

Sitting behind the camera, I watched the Maori family being interviewed on the screen - father, daughter, and son-in-law.

Behind them is an acrylic plate with the name of the interview program written on it.

Suddenly, the power seemed to be overloaded, and there was a sudden "click" sound, and the entire studio went completely dark.

In order to ensure that the lighting is absolutely appropriate, a studio like this does not have any windows and all light sources are artificial.

So when the power went out, it was completely dark even though it was broad daylight.

Then came the rustling sounds, and I heard the unknown person in charge loudly asking everyone to stay where they were and not move to avoid any accidents, as the studio had a backup power supply.

But just as he finished speaking, a scream suddenly came from behind me.

Something hit me from behind. In the darkness, I seemed to see the colorful lights that I saw in my dream yesterday, and finally gathered into a beam of dazzling white light that projected directly into the depths of my eye sockets and even seemed to be projected into my brain.

Into my other eyes.

I squinted my eyes and raised my hands to cover them. Through the gaps between my fingers, I could see clearly that the person in front of me, shining the flashlight from his cell phone towards me, seemed to be the person in charge.

In the backlight, I could clearly see his shrunken pupils, his panic, and the smell of fear.

Are you looking at me?

This line of sight should be behind me.

I turned my head, and at the moment I turned, something fell down. I subconsciously reached out to catch it, but before I could see the hairy ball in the darkness, something poured down and splashed all over me, flowing from top to bottom and in front of my eyes, making it a little difficult for me to open my eyes.

Even though I couldn't see it, I still made a judgment at the first moment.

Sticky, fishy smell, blood.

I wiped the stuff off my eyelids with one hand, and when I looked at what was on my hand, it was indeed a head.

You don't need to look to know that there is a person lying on top of you.

The head was cut off, the aorta was severed, and the blood flowed directly onto me.

How disgusting! I just changed into new clothes this morning.

I took a step aside, thinking indifferently, I wonder if I will have to work overtime again.