May 3, 2002, 19:30.
This is the first Friday in May.
In the first-class VIP lounge of an international flight at Tokyo International Airport, Fujiwara Yu, who had just gotten off work from the Metropolitan Police Department, was lying comfortably on a soft sofa with his eyes closed, wearing black sunglasses.
Why was he at the airport, you ask? He wasn't there to arrest a criminal about to flee overseas. He was headed to New York to investigate Kudo Yukiko. Having finally gotten hold of her itinerary, he, a man of action, couldn't let this opportunity slip by.
The nearly thirteen-hour flight made Fujiwara Yu feel a little cramped in the limited space. He never liked long distances, and he felt uncomfortable being forcibly restricted in his range of movement.
At the same time, he was also glad that he did not have ADHD. If he had this disease, it would probably cause huge psychological trauma to the maintenance personnel.
"Hello, Mr. Takashi, I'm very sorry to disturb your rest. It's dinner time now, would you like something to eat?" The ANA flight attendant squatted politely beside him and asked in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
Fujiwara Yuu was on an empty stomach when he boarded the plane. His last meal was a sandwich and coffee he bought at a convenience store six hours ago. He reached out to take the menu handed to him by the flight attendant, and his face darkened when he saw that the recommended dish was fried golden-eye snapper.
There were quite a few fish dishes on the menu, so he had to avoid all the dishes containing the word "fish" and ordered a few.
After solving the problem of food and clothing, Fujiwara Yu did not have the leisure to sit in the first-class seat and watch a movie. He took out an eye mask from his backpack, pulled the curtains, and lay comfortably in the seat to catch up on his sleep.
He spent a very long time sleeping. An hour before the plane landed, he did not forget to get up, wash up, and make sure his appearance was in good condition before returning to his seat to rest.
During this period of time, he has been keeping a close eye on Itakura Taku's every move. Just half a month ago, he took the initiative to dial that mysterious number and had a new round of conversation with the person suspected to be Vermouth.
——"Who are you?"
This is what Itakura Taku couldn't help asking on the phone. Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows when he heard it. Obviously, he didn't expect Itakura Taku to have such a tough side and ask something that he also wanted to know.
But the woman's next answer left Fujiwara Yu completely puzzled.
——"we be both of god and the devil.sio raise the dead agaiream of time."
We are both gods and demons, for we defy the tide of time and bring the dead back to life.
Fujiwara Yu really couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and from the cat's meow before hanging up the phone, he clearly felt the mysterious woman's impatience.
Defy the flow of time and bring the dead back to life.
This kind of thing is too sci-fi. Is the purpose of the organization to resurrect the dead?
Fujiwara Yu stretched lazily. He didn't think that such magical things existed in the world. It was okay if there were only individual cases like him, but it couldn't be that everyone came from another world.
He shook his head and didn't continue to think about the meaning of this sentence. He wanted to find out the exact identity of the mysterious woman. He should have the opportunity to ask Kudo Yukiko when he met her today.
Now that I am disguised as a CIA agent, it is not impossible for me to use some inappropriate tricks.
Following the cabin announcement, the flight finally arrived at Kennedy International Airport. He strode towards the parking lot with his hands in his windbreaker pockets.
Yinsen Bentang was very efficient. While preparing the car, he also placed a sandwich and canned coffee on the passenger seat. He knew my habits when taking long-distance flights, and even wrote on a note: Don't drink coffee on an empty stomach.
If he hadn't joined the CIA, he would have been a very competent father.
Fujiwara Yuu didn't start the car in a hurry. He took small bites of the sandwich and started eating it. He obediently waited until he had almost finished the sandwich before pulling the ring of the can of coffee. He put the coffee to his lips but before he could take a sip, he suddenly put down the coffee in his hand and threw himself on the passenger seat.
Wait, why are they here?!
The black-haired boy who was dialing a call with his mobile phone not far away was Kudo Shinichi, who was determined to become the Sherlock of the Heisei era. He was wondering where his mother's car was. It was really unreliable that he was not told the news in advance.
The girl with high bangs who looked like a curious baby next to him was naturally his childhood sweetheart, Ran Mouri. She was obviously a little excited. She looked around and took out her mobile phone to take pictures.
Fujiwara Yu quickly took out the black hat he was using for disguise from his backpack, and put it on, not forgetting to put on his sunglasses. He carefully stuck his head out to observe the two people who hadn't noticed him, and muttered to himself:
"...Could it be that Kudo Yukiko went to the theater to take them to see a performance?"
Tsk, this is a bit troublesome.
Kudo Shinichi's insight should not be underestimated. My poor disguise skills can only fool people who are not familiar with him. Now that I have come into contact with Kudo so many times, it is inevitable that he will recognize me.
It would be troublesome if he recognized him, and he didn't want to involve minors in this dirty and dark side of society.
A short while later, a silver-gray Jaguar E-Type slowly pulled up in front of the two of them. After the privacy window rolled down, Kudo Yukiko, who was sitting in the driver's seat, greeted them with a smile:
"Long time no see, Xiaolan, you are even more beautiful than the last time we met!"
"Long time no see, you are still as young and beautiful as before~" Mao Lilan leaned over and smiled. She usually doesn't use "Aunt" to greet people because Shinichi's mother doesn't like such a title.
"Xin-chan, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and put all your luggage in the trunk. You're so tactless!"
Shinichi Kudo looked at the two large suitcases speechlessly. Sometimes he would doubt whether he was the real one. Whenever Xiaolan was present, his sense of presence would disappear, and even all the hard work and errands would be left to him.
He opened the trunk of the car with dissatisfaction, stuffed both suitcases in, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the passenger seat and sat in. He was still embarrassed to squeeze with Xiaolan.
After noticing the Jaguar E-type driving away, Fujiwara Yu, who was lying in the car, stood up and called Yinsen Hondo. Now that these two little brats were around, he couldn't act according to the original plan.
"Hello, Herbert, it's me."
"What's wrong? It's still early for the agreed time, right?"
"There's been a change of plan. Someone unexpected has appeared here."
"Why?"
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