It's even stickier than not showering after exercise, and it even feels like glue has been poured on my body, which is very disgusting.

Very uncomfortable.

I don't know what I feel now, but there is a strong sense of fear around me, and even the entire venue.

The subtle mixture of tension, curiosity and shock is very obvious, just like a touch of red in the midst of green.

Not to mention the excitement, frustration and relief.

To me, this is still a case without suspense, and I am a little unmotivated.

The main thing is that I feel so uncomfortable now. I just want to take a shower and wash all these things off.

The bright red blood pressed against my body like a battle suit.

Suddenly, a flash light came on.

With a click, something recorded my current appearance.

I frowned and was about to glance over when the light suddenly turned on - the backup power supply was activated.

"ah--"

There were quite a few female staff members on site - or rather, there were men's voices among the screams.

The headless corpse hung upside down, my body soaked in fresh blood. It was then that I realized that the corpse was hung with circles of light wires.

It must have fallen down after being entangled from the top.

This resulted in all the lights on the body lighting up after the backup power was turned on, creating a spotlight effect in the darker shooting area.

The damage is directly doubled, and the impact is doubled!

It was as if they had been rehearsed, the screaming in unison was extremely piercing.

I frowned, and then I heard Maori Kogoro immediately stand up to take charge of the situation. He didn't even need a microphone, and shouted in full force, "Calm down, don't panic!"

Then it was the basic procedure. Mao Lilan called the police and the person in charge of the TV station gathered everyone together.

Although we say “everyone”, in fact, when recording in the studio, everyone is relatively independent. In the same studio, there are only people responsible for the same program.

If you counted it fully, there were only two hands full. There were actually not that many people in the studio at that time.

Especially compared with the last time when Okino Yoko was there, it can be said that the amount is pitifully small. But for the investigation, it is beneficial.

At the same time, it is also because of the relative independence of the studio that it is easier to close it off.

The arrival of the police was both unexpected and reasonable.

When they met, Conan was the first to realize what was going on.

His eyes moved between me and Brother Gao Ming for a few times, and then he muttered to himself: "I was saying, this familiar feeling, I have seen it somewhere before--"

In fact, the two faces are too similar. The biggest difference is the mustache that Gao Ming deliberately grows. At first glance, they are brothers.

No wonder, no wonder Mako found out the information about Jingguang's body so quickly. These two faces that look so similar must have contributed their own strength.

"No - this is the first time we meet." Brother Gao Ming handed me a handkerchief.

He did not directly admit or deny anything, but instead seemed very calm, as if he saw a stranger who deserved attention.

I wiped my face with a handkerchief to make it look less scary. The uneven scar on my forehead seemed to have some blood stuck in it, but I was too embarrassed to pick the crack with my fingernails.

How silly.

"It's certainly not the first time." I wanted to smile at Brother Gao Ming, but for some reason I just couldn't bring out that smile.

There is really no need for that. He is just an older brother in the same body. There is no need to be so close.

I lowered my eyes and didn't say anything. God knows who I am now.

The deceased was a staff member of the TV station. Anyway, all the grudges were the same. Although I was at the center of the incident, according to the principle of innocence of Kogoro Mori's team, I was not actually suspected. Instead, many sympathetic eyes looked at me, and they just felt that I had suffered an undeserved disaster.

The person in charge helped me make some arrangements and asked me to go wash up.

The TV station has so many functions that I didn't refuse. The main reason is that I am too confused and don't want to get involved in any cases at this time.

Take off your clothes, stand under the shower head, and let the slightly hot water pour down from your head and flow down your body to your feet.

Just a little imagination will tell you how tempting and beautiful this picture is.

Yes, that's how it should be.

I don't know which idiot dropped a piece of soap on the ground after taking a shower. I closed my eyes, stepped away from the shower head, and stepped on the soap.

I was immersed in my own world, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made me unable to react for a while. In a split second, I used my waist strength to adjust my backward posture. But my feet that stepped on the soap were extremely smooth. Based on my limited knowledge of physics, was this considered too little friction?

With a "thump", I fell to my knees on the ground. My body couldn't stop leaning forward. My hands instinctively pulled forward and threw the blood-stained clothes to the ground.

The water stains mixed with blood were pressed under my palm, and the light red liquid flowed into the sewer like a stream along the navy blue lines of the clothes.

Because of the big movement just now, the colorful cards that were originally in the pocket of clothes fell to the ground. Because of some water flow, the floating cards went along and blocked the mouth of the sewer.

I picked it up, and the scattered colored cards were arranged in order. My eyes fell on them, and the bright light from the incense lamp above my head passed through the colored cards and fell on my pupils.

Just like the colorful neon lights that night, finally converging into white light——

The strong white light made me seem to be back in the room in my dream that looked spacious but was actually narrow.

"I" was lying on a cold bed - I couldn't say the bed was cold, because my body seemed even colder, my limbs couldn't move, and I could only see the bright white light above my head that was almost blinding with my eyes wide open.

Then some instrument blocked my vision. Colorful lights kept flashing before my eyes. It was very tiring to keep looking at the circulating colors, but I couldn't close my eyes. Besides, there was that piercing sound. Who was shouting in pain?

So noisy.

My throat moved, and the tearing pain made me suddenly realize - it turned out to be me.

The one who made that painful sound was me.

"Cough cough cough——" I woke up with a start. The remaining water on my body had completely cooled down. I was so immersed in the world just now that I forgot to breathe. Now I suddenly felt like my whole chest was on fire.

I exerted force with my hands and clenched the colored cards in my hands until they were deformed.

The sharp edge even scratched my fingers and left a tiny cut.

Karasuma Renya——You’re amazing!

There is no mirror here so I can't see what I look like, but I can imagine how ugly it must be.

The eye sockets were about to burst, and the blood residue left at the suture line was dissolved by the water, flowing along the edge of the eyebrow and passing the end of the eye, just like red tears.

It was just a mutual exploitation - even I didn't expect that Karasuma Renya would actually dare to order someone to secretly brainwash me when I hadn't recovered my consciousness after the surgery.

The technology used is mature. I don’t know how many times it has been experimented with, and it has even produced a finished product like Curacao.

If I hadn't considered the issue of personality loss in my previous mind-swap and left a "safe word" in advance, I would have been fooled by him.

It was right to let Black Widow take care of me. Compared to him, the black-bellied hornet is too impulsive.

The organization that controls Karasuma Renya is of little use to me now. The account book is too large and too conspicuous. I am very self-aware. Since what I do is not tolerated by the world, I should hide in the darkness.

In just a few years, my "workplace" was pulled out by Karasuma Renya's men and became known to others.

Even though Black Widow had retreated to this point, she still had some brains. She was able to find an opportunity and find someone to shape herself into that image. She also found an opportunity to blow up the Third Research Institute. Otherwise, I would not have been able to get out.

Karasuma Renya really put me in that place to keep me safe, vowing to erase my memory?

I have changed so many bodies and have so many memories. How can I just wash them away? As long as there is a memory left, the stress memory I set up will generate a subconscious dream that will hang on my personality.

I took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed myself down. My age is already in the thirties, and it would be too embarrassing to get angry and lose my mind over such an unexpected thing.

But it can be considered a blessing in disguise, as my current status makes things much easier.

I picked up the soap on the floor and put it on the table, then took a good bath in the hot water. In the warm steam, I sorted out all my memories of Morobushi Keimitsu, which would make it easier to imitate him in the future.

In the decades since I developed the "brain in a vat", it has been difficult to find a matching body due to various technical or environmental limitations, not to mention the recovery period after replacing the brain. Every success has brought uncontrollable side effects.

I have tried both male and female bodies and changed bodies five times. The shortest one lasted only nineteen hours. The youngest body I used was the one that the black-bellied hornet matched for me at the time. Even blood transfusions require matching blood types, so brain transplants naturally require matching bodies. However, the bodies of teenagers are too fragile. Even my own grandson could not withstand an overdeveloped brain at the age of twenty. The longest one lasted only 1,134 days in a woman's body. I even conceived a child in that body, and all functional data were very good.

The damage has really reached its limit. A body with a replaced brain is essentially lifeless, and technology cannot sustain it for long. That's why I need the medicine that Karasuma Renya is researching to restore the body's vitality.

In fact, changing bodies so frequently is not a good thing, because every time I change my body, I will completely absorb the memory of the body, which will cause my brain area to be passively developed more and more. Uncontrollably receiving the brain wave fluctuations of people around me is a side effect of excessive brain development.

Especially when the memory has not been restored, the personality often changes due to confusion of these memories.

As the stress response mechanism is constantly stimulated, my original memory will gradually return to my original personality and memory.

This time I didn't act like a psycho in public because the original owner of this body, Morobushi Kagemitsu, was much more resilient than I thought.

That is why the body's instincts affect the brain's spirit.

If you calculate it this way, the time that Karasuma Renya brainwashed me while I was still conscious and the time I regained consciousness combined have definitely exceeded the longest time I have controlled my body.

I looked down at my hands. This body was so perfect.

Eight years ago, when my last body was about to end, I had already taken a fancy to this body, and originally wanted to replace it without anyone noticing. Who knew that the black-bellied hornet was so careless when investigating the whereabouts and identity of "Scotland" that he was actually exposed under the nose of Karasuma Renya's men.

He didn't expect that "Scotland" was actually an undercover agent. He was really brave. Before the black-bellied hornet could even turn his body over, he had already killed himself.

However, God is always on my side. Who would have thought that the medicine prescribed by little girl Elena would take effect at this time.

The backup body, Kuroba Toichi, was not used, wasn't it because this first-choice body successfully housed my brain and consciousness?

It turned out that there was no problem with letting Black Widow set my "safe word" in Nagano Prefecture. When the memory has not been restored, the consciousness of the body owner will always have the upper hand. There is no reason why Morobushi Kagemitsu would not contact his hometown.

130——I was exactly the same age when I changed my body eight years ago. That glittering bar was the "safe house" created for me by my subconscious mind.

In the body consciousness that I replaced before, the young man's body was the weakest, but his mental strength was surprisingly stronger than the others. Even now, he can still influence me with that kind of middle school mentality.

The two-dimensional fantasy of time travel in comics is nothing more than a stress response after the body is taken away while alive, used to protect one's fragile heart.

childish.