My words spurted out like bullets, hitting Amuro Toru's head. His hands were steady, and the gun didn't shake at all, but there was some trembling in his eyes.

Many philosophers have no answer to questions like "Who am I?", and who can figure it out if it is brought out in a short time?

"No need to play such word games." Akai Shuichi pressed the wound, not even a trace of pain on his face. He was really patient. "You said that just to create trouble. Do you think you can get away with it today?"

As soon as Akai Shuichi finished speaking, the subtle hesitation of Amuro Toru was completely suppressed.

I could tell that he wasn't talking to me, but to Toru Amuro.

Suddenly, my somewhat NTR feeling rose again. I narrowed my eyes and lingered on the two of them for a while, then looked down and saw Conan under my gun. If I counted Kuroba Kaito just now, there were five people on this floor, and it seemed that they could match together.

Akai Shuichi and Amuro Toru are both enemies and friends. Their camps and positions intersect but do not overlap, but as opponents they understand each other and can support and trust each other at critical moments. Kuroba Kaito and Kudo Shinichi feel like a couple, and even their thinking patterns can be copied. Understanding this level is no longer something that can be described as ordinary old enemies.

In such a dangerous place, Hei Yu Kaito really dares to confront me directly and stab me in the back?

And then there was Morobushi Kagemitsu, this plot of former best friends becoming enemies, plus me—

An indescribable feeling of excitement made me want to scream, and this feeling was becoming more and more uncontrollable.

As for the others like Anke and Akashin, they all seem to make sense.

I seem to have seen the combination of Toru Amuro and Kaito Kuroba somewhere before, they can also be paired together.

Under such poor conditions, I was not worried at all.

"Get away with it? I have to return that to you," I said, my effortless look frightening, "After coming to this, you don't think I will let you leave safely, do you?"

"Even if you can leave, your plan has failed!" Conan relied on his small body and quietly touched his belt with his fingers while the big movement was going on.

Still want to play killer football?

I pretended not to notice and smiled coldly, "You don't think I won't even have a backup plan, do you?"

"What do you mean by your back-up plan, Curacao?" Amuro Toru looked convinced. I raised my eyebrows. I didn't expect him to find out so quickly.

But it's normal. When something like that happened, if you review it carefully, you can always find something that doesn't make sense.

But Toru Amuro's sensitivity is beyond my imagination. He was not originally responsible for today's plan. After all, we are still in the final stage of surveillance and observation. It would be most appropriate to leave this matter to someone else, but - he still stands here.

Is it to witness the death of Morobushi Kagemitsu?

I was a step behind last time, this time...

He is struggling, he just has no choice.

I looked at his expression of suppressed pain and was distracted. In this moment of distraction, Edogawa Conan would seize the opportunity, and the special shoes on his feet allowed him to exert greater force than an ordinary person.

My body swayed, and I saw someone moving under the muzzle of the gun, so I pulled the trigger subconsciously.

As the gun fired, Conan had already turned his body before the bullet left the gun, and the fatal bullet grazed his forehead, leaving a trail of blood.

But at the same time, I realized that I shouldn't be so impulsive. Taking my gunshot as a signal, Amuro Toru and Edogawa Conan moved at the same time - the football in front of me seemed to be carrying light and the bullet behind me ran towards me at the same time.

In less than a second, I had no place to hide, so I could only squat. At the same time, the bullet hit the football. I don't know what kind of gas was filled in the football, and the sparks flew past, and it exploded less than a few dozen miles away from me.

A blinding white light hit my eyes, just like the feeling when my memory came back, but this time it brought a strong sense of emptiness.

My physiological instinct made me shed a string of tears due to the stimulation of the strong light. The close-range explosion hit me directly on the head, singeing my hair, especially the bangs on my forehead that were already in trouble.

Torn pieces of football cloth fell on my head, covering one of my eyes.

After the strong light, I felt a black screen in front of my eyes. Because of the reaction to the drastic change of light source, I didn't dare let anything cover my eyes. I reached from front to back with one hand and grabbed the rag.

But how could Chi An and the others let go of such a good opportunity?

Before the cloth was dropped and my eyes regained their light perception, I felt my wrist being pulled back. On the left is Amuro Toru - capturing me alive is certainly more valuable than killing me on the spot.

I didn't think about pulling my hand out, but instead used the force to remove my left arm. Then I turned around in an abnormal posture and kicked my right leg upwards.

The human chin is so fragile. At this distance, if Toru Amuro wants to dodge, he must let go of me. The development is just as I expected. He lets go and blocks with his arm. I take the opportunity to pull his left shoulder with my right hand and force it back in place despite the pain.

Ignoring the weakness of his left hand, he forced his palm to chop downward diagonally.

Toru Amuro blocked with his elbow, and the stalemate was filled by Shuichi Akai in a second. I was distracted to deal with Shuichi Akai's attack.

The two of them had been rivals for many years, and they had a very good understanding of each other. Without saying a word, they achieved the effect of one plus one being greater than two in a short period of time.

It's been a little difficult for me to cope, especially since my health hasn't been as good as it should have been.

In my current situation, I have too many wounds on my body and I am a little dizzy from the blood loss. Even though my eyesight is gradually recovering, it is not as smooth as I expected. I am looking forward to my body entering a state of suspended animation.

The marks of Morobushi Kagemitsu left on my body always affected me, and I hesitated for a moment twice when I had the chance to kill Amuro Toru.

If I hesitated for even a breath, the opportunity would be lost.

Only when my body enters a state of suspended animation and my heart stops beating can I develop my own strength to the maximum extent, while also slowing down the blood flow in my body.

This was originally a self-protection device for my body in times of crisis. But for some reason, even though my heartbeat was so weak, it kept beating.

I supported Amuro Toru's shoulders with one hand, and used the other hand to block Akai Shuichi's attack and flipped between the two of them. I pushed them back a few steps towards the broken French window.

Close combat consumes too much energy, both for me and them.

"I really underestimated you," I raised my left hand and licked the blood on it. The amount of bleeding here had decreased a lot. I felt my heartbeat slowing down to the point of stopping. I knew I had to delay for a few more minutes, so I spoke, "It's just that I don't know where I made a mistake. How about I lose clearly?"

I felt a little dizzy and had to hold on to the decorative column next to me to keep my balance.

At first, I didn't think this would have any effect, but who knew that once I withdrew my stance, they actually started to reason.

In this situation, if you don't want to arrest me, can you at least tie me up?

Or is there something else they really want to get from me?

I had a bunch of questions in my mind, but on the surface I just listened to them talking.

"Actually, I first had doubts when we were in Yokohama. When I supported you, I noticed that the blood flow from your wound was very slow, and when I touched your wrist, I felt that your pulse was not beating. I thought it was an illusion at the time, but later I heard from Takagi-kun that the wound on your shoulder was horrible. Then I realized that there was at least something wrong with your body." Akai Shuichi's words made me raise an eyebrow, and I was immediately shocked at the time. I was worried that he would find something.

I didn't expect that just a few seconds of contact would cause him to become suspicious and even go to Takagi to verify.

"It was with this concern that I started my investigation. You didn't do much in Japan, and the only thing I could find was your previous trip to Nagano Prefecture." He glanced at Toru Amuro when he said this. It's unclear whether he looked up the itinerary information or Toru Amuro did it, but it's amazing that the two of them actually worked together like this.

You know, when we were on the Ferris wheel, we had to fight against the 100-meter height below us, but now...

Wait, when did they fight on the Ferris wheel?

I frowned, and all the ambiguous things in my memory were suddenly brought back to my mind.

But when other people see me like this, it means something different.

"During your first visit, there was only one major incident in Nagano Prefecture - the fire at the Halsey Group." This time it was Conan who took over the conversation. I listened with a confused mind, as if something was unravelling. "If Halsey was just an ordinary pharmaceutical group, it would be fine, but Mr. Akai said that the FBI had tracked down a Halsey branch in the United States before, but before they could take action, a major accident occurred there, and the entire branch was destroyed."

The method was the same as the one used to treat the Shirley Experimental Group after Shirley left. As soon as they exchanged this information, they immediately found the key point.

"Although it was destroyed, the contents inside were not completely lost. One room in particular was so fire-resistant and blast-resistant that it was astonishing." The FBI's information naturally came from Akai Shuichi. "Although it took a long time to sort it out, we finally sorted out some key information a few days ago when you went to Nagano Prefecture for the second time."

"Not complete, but if you combine it with what I translated, it becomes something surprising." Amuro's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't rested for many days. Looking carefully, he didn't look well, and the weather was cold. Could he have caught a cold? "I can't understand why you gave me those things. If there was no information provided by you, then I would have no evidence no matter how suspicious I was. Why did you personally hand the evidence to me?"

This is like a knot stuck in Toru Amuro's heart.

Maybe from the very beginning, he never really believed my identity, even when I was still under the influence of brainwashing.

Even when I was doing my best, all his intellectual findings pointed to me as Morobushi Kagemitsu, but emotionally, he noticed something discordant.

As a public security policeman and detective, he should have believed in evidence the most. However, in this case, in the face of multiple pieces of evidence, he still believed what he saw and felt in his heart.

It seems to be believed, but not quite.

When Toru Amuro looked at me, it was probably like looking at flowers in the mist.

This is why he was able to take the initiative to cooperate with the FBI.

Best friend, this word actually has such weight.

I thought I would be a little jealous, because I thought there had never been such a person around me. But when I saw him, I suddenly felt that I should have a friend like him around me, right?

I can't answer that.

Because I don’t actually have the answer myself.

Why would I take the initiative to do such a careless thing?

For a person who already has his own opinions, even if his memory is erased, some things in him are deeply rooted and cannot be changed - his behavior style and thinking mode are things that cannot be changed.

That’s why I wonder, even if I was brainwashed, what on earth was I thinking about such a reckless thing.

Why on earth should I send my evidence to Toru Amuro, the person who would care about this matter the most?