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Kenji Hagiwara, a man who appeared a few times in the Detective Conan series and was then blown to death. However, any fans who know a little about him, especially those who know about the legendary five-minus-four police academy team, will probably shed tears when they hear this name.

The Police Academy Group is about the story of five good friends who graduated from the police academy together, four of whom died and only one was left.

The man in front of him was the first to die, and according to the timeline, he should have died three years ago! By the way, the man Morobushi Jingguang, who was now being raised by Noel, was also one of them, the second to die.

Noel's brain was a little confused for a moment, and all kinds of conspiracies were running through his mind, causing a short circuit, allowing the man in front of him to easily grab his arm.

Noel shook him off in response and finally calmed down.

"Uncle, this way of chatting up is too old-fashioned."

"Uncle?" Hagiwara was a little confused for a moment when he heard this title. As a self-proclaimed romantic playboy, he felt that he was not worthy of this title.

"Haha, I didn't think you would have such a day." A lazy voice came from the side, and a casually dressed man walked over. His black curly hair made Noel almost unable to control his expression.

Jinpei Matsuda, another member of the police academy team, died in a bomb explosion not long after according to the timeline, and became the third person to die in the police academy team.

"It's just that this kid looks familiar to me." Hagiwara Kenji felt helpless when he saw that his childhood friend would die if he didn't mock him.

"It seems that your eyesight is not very good, uncle. You must have recognized the wrong person." Noel has calmed down.

"Compared to all this, considering your age, shouldn't you be in school at this time?" Matsuda Jinpei changed the subject, but he clearly had no intention of letting Noel go.

"What's it to you?"

"This 'uncle' is a policeman. Of course, so am I." Although he looks a little lazy, when Jinpei Matsuda is serious, he looks much more reliable than Kenji Hagiwara next to him.

Noel almost forgot about this, calculating the time in his mind. Now these two people have become official police officers.

“I’m already working.”

"Oh, what job?"

"Uh... a cartoonist."

【Cartoonist? 】

The little black in my mind couldn't help but question.

[I was a cartoonist in my previous life, okay? Xiao Hei, you are missing a lot of information! ]

[Aren’t your memories of your past life also very vague! ]

[But how could I forget my own unique skills? ]

[I thought you were a hacker in your previous life...]

[I just have some computer skills, and this is the 1990s.]

"Then I wonder if I have the honor of knowing your pen name?" Hagiwara Kenji's tone was somewhat persuasive, making people wonder whether he was the police or a public relations officer.

"No!" Noel said this and immediately turned and left. His speed amazed the two people who were thrown down.

"Is it him?" Matsuda Jinpei looked at his childhood friend.

"That should be right. His appearance hasn't changed much." Kenji Hagiwara straightened his expression and said affirmatively.

"I didn't even show my police ID, but he was convinced that we were police officers." The black-haired police officer has always had excellent observation skills.

"But it seems that he didn't recognize me." Hagiwara Kenji threw up his hands helplessly and said, "But it doesn't matter. It's definitely not a good memory."

"After all, I was trapped in a bomb-filled apartment with a nagging 'uncle'."

"But I'm glad he's okay." Thinking back to the first time he saw him three years ago, if he hadn't recognized his appearance, Hagiwara Kenji would have found it difficult to connect the boy who had remained calm and silent in the building that was about to explode three years ago with the boy with the sharp tone just now.

"If the bomb hadn't gone silent, you would have been dead years ago." Thinking of this, Matsuda felt his fists harden again.

Not wearing a bulletproof suit to defuse a bomb, this is Hagiwara's eternal reason for not daring to fight back when his friend is beaten. However, Xiao Zhenping is indeed becoming more and more sharp-tongued, Hagiwara sighed in his heart.

On the other side, Noel felt cold sweat starting to break out on his body.

[Why didn't this person die? Is there another time traveler in this world?]

[It is impossible for a time traveler to exist. Think about what you have done.]

For some reason, Xiao Hei's tone was so certain that Noel unconsciously wanted to believe it.

[What did I do? Four years ago, I had just traveled through time and my memory was very confused. I couldn't tell if I was Summer or Noel. After a period of confusion, I......]

【I want to die.】

Xiao Hei, who was about to say something, shut up instantly and listened quietly to the other party's memories.

[I was on a mission in an apartment, and suddenly I learned that a bomb had been planted in the apartment. Gin told me to evacuate, but I didn't leave.]

[I seem to have found a place. I quietly waited for the explosion. I seemed to see a man who kept chattering in my ear and tried to force me to leave. It was very annoying.]

【Could it be——】

[It seems that the building you were in at that time was where Kenji Hagiwara died. ]

[Why didn't the bomb explode? ! ]

Noel was a little angry, maybe because he felt so close to death that time and could have almost gone home, or maybe because the organization's tolerance for Noel had reached its limit that time and threw him into the laboratory. Xiao Hei guessed that way. He could feel that Noel was in a very bad mood.

【grass--】

Suddenly thinking of the fact that he could never die, a bold guess emerged in Noel's mind, and he couldn't help but swear.

[It seems that the reason why the bomb did not explode is because of you. ]

Xiao Hei intervened at the right time, poured cold water on Noel and calmed him down.

[If you think about it carefully, it’s a good thing. At least Hagiwara Kenji is not dead. 】

He thought, but to be honest, no matter what happened in the previous life, in this life they were just strangers who met by chance. Noel was just lucky that a good police officer was still alive. Maybe he could join the Red Camp and destroy the organization as soon as possible. He liked Haibara Ai only because she knew Shirley of the organization a long time ago. And if Morobushi Kagemitsu didn't want to go against Xiaohei, it's hard to say whether he would save him.

In this way, the memory of his past life is not very strong. Noel suddenly thought that he wanted to go to the flower grower's house just because he saw the beauty and wanted to get it. Even the painting and computer skills were not acquired directly but learned silently according to the memory.

Somewhat curious about what the adoptive parents who adopted Xia Tian in his previous life looked like, Noel suddenly realized that his memory of them was too vague, with only scattered fragments.

[Then if I die in a way that is more in line with the comics, then I won’t die either. 】

【You can try it. 】

Xiao Hei replied.

【Then I'll give it a try. 】

[How about buying a company and becoming a president first? ]

【Come on, you.】

[I can't use the organization's money... Forget it, I'll just draw comics to make money first, and the death rate of artists is quite high. For example, if someone puts cyanide in the cake at a celebration, or if I get involved in more romantic affairs, there will always be someone who can't stand it and kills me and pretends it's suicide... It sounds like a very scientific way to die.]

Noel finally comforted himself, set his goal to get rich by drawing comics, buy a company and become the president, and then create some messy relationships, and started his own business.

【Science?】

Xiao Hei repeated in his mind. He knew that this term was a spoof on the unscientific settings in Conan comics. However, no matter how unscientific Conan's combat power settings were, there had never been a setting where people could be reincarnated after death, nor had there been a setting for... time travelers.

———

In a hidden bar in the Ginza shopping mall, two people were talking amidst dim lights and melodious music.

"After all, who would have thought that Scotland was an undercover agent." The man with chocolate skin and short light blond hair said to the woman next to him who was drinking. His tone was full of hatred and anger that seemed to come from being deceived.

"I remember he joined the organization around the same time as you, Bourbon."

The woman who was speaking had shiny silver hair, affectionate green eyes, and her every frown and smile was full of natural elegance and grace. If she were in an ordinary bar, there would have been men who would have come up to chat with her. However, anyone who could walk into this bar would know this woman's reputation as the Thousand-Faced Witch, the most mysterious woman in the organization, Bermode, a woman that countless people feared.

"Yeah, so I didn't expect it was a cop." The anger in Bourbon's tone became a little uncontrollable. He took a sip of wine to try to ease it, which made Bermode curious.

"Do you care about this?"

"I am the closest to him in the organization, so shouldn't I be the most suitable person to handle his mission? Why is it Grappa who is responsible?"

Bermode understood. After all, for a man like Bourbon who made no secret of his ambition, his partner was actually an undercover agent. If he didn't resolve this issue himself, it would always be a stain and hinder his way up.

"Originally, the organization intended to let Rye solve the problem..." As soon as Bermode said this, Bourbon's face turned black. After all, the two core figures of the organization, Gin and Rum, have always been at odds with each other. Rye Whiskey is on Gin's side, while Bourbon is on Rum's side... The organization's bias is self-evident.

"It's just that Grappa is more suitable." Bermode chuckled, "He belongs to that gentleman and is the most handy weapon."

"This makes me even more curious about his background." The blond man's expression was a little blurry under the dim light of the bar.

"As an intelligence officer, you must also learn to control your curiosity." It is not easy to get intelligence from Bermode. She supported her chin with one hand and gently shook the wine glass with the other hand, warning the man in front of her who was still a little immature but whom she admired.

"But I can tell you that you can go and ask him yourself right now."

"Hmm, new mission?" Bourbon realized something, and his cell phone vibrated. It was obviously a mission from the organization.

"Act with Grappa?" Bourbon looked at the mission description in his hand and almost couldn't control his expression. Fortunately, Bermode happened to take a sip of wine, and her soft fingertips stroked the edge of the glass. There was a smile in her eyes, and it was obvious that she already knew it.

"That's just right, Bourbon."

"No information is more reliable than that gained by personally meeting the person concerned."

"It seems that this is the only way," the blond man spread his hands, and his already youthful appearance made this action seem a bit cute, but then a fierce look flashed in his gray-purple eyes, and it was obvious that he was definitely not a harmless person.

"Don't do anything, Bourbon," Bermode was kind today. He obviously knew that the man in front of him must be thinking about how to use him, so he added: "At least at this stage, he is the one that gentleman values ​​the most."

"You think too much. I just can't wait to see him." Bourbon replied with a smile.

Of course he can't wait, he is the man who killed Scotland and Hiro.