1996, March 04, Sunday.
Tokyo in early March has not yet gotten rid of the tail end of winter. Pedestrians on the street are still wrapped in thick down jackets, and those who are afraid of the cold wrap themselves up like a cute polar bear.
Of course, there are also many female warriors wearing short skirts. They obviously choose to give up warmth and turn to the embrace of grace.
As the bell rang for the last class of the afternoon, Akemi Miyano, a third-year student at Beido High School, declined her friend's invitation to go to a dessert shop after school and ran out of the school gate with a brisk pace.
She was holding a pink envelope in her hand. If you didn't know, you would think it was a love letter from someone, but on the back of the envelope there were five words in elegant handwriting: To Miyano Shiho.
Every first Sunday of the month, Miyano Akemi looks forward to school being over. Ever since Shiho went to the United States to study at the request of the organization, she has been forced to separate from her younger sister for nearly five years.
So, every month, she looked forward to mailing letters to Shiho, her beloved sister and the only relative she had in the world. Even though they were far apart now, they both firmly believed that they would be together in the future, hand in hand, leaving the huge organization shrouded in darkness.
However, just as Akemi Miyano passed by a house with high walls, a strong wind suddenly blew up although the weather forecast clearly said there would be no wind today. The pink letter in her hand fluttered high and flew towards the wall.
"Oops!"
She quickly reached out and jumped, trying to catch the letter, but she couldn't keep up with the wind. Even at 1.6 meters tall, she couldn't reach the letter that was more than two meters away. She could only watch it float into the mansion. At the same time, a clear sound echoed in her ears—a very special sound, one she had never heard before.
Miyano Akemi stood at the door and looked out, only to find that the house number plate was blank, with no surname written on it. There was also no doorbell installed, as if outsiders were not welcome to visit.
"Excuse me, is anyone here?"
She didn't know if her voice wasn't loud enough or if there was no one inside, but she didn't get any response.
Miyano Akemi frowned and looked worried. Her letters had not stopped coming for eight years. If she suddenly stopped sending them, Shiho would definitely worry about her safety. She had to find a way to get in.
She raised her voice again and shouted a few times inside. After making sure that no one responded, she had no choice but to jog to the high wall next to her. She was determined to use the tree-climbing skills she had learned as a child to try to climb over the wall which was extremely high for her.
For the sake of the most lovely Shiho, it is worth putting aside the ladylike dignity occasionally.
——
Inside the archery field built in the mansion, a black-haired young man in a pure white archery uniform stood. He had already entered a state of complete concentration, naturally blocking out all the surrounding noise.
Step apart with your feet to stabilize your body, string the arrow, hold the bow with one hand and pull the string with the other hand, pull the bow and arrow to the level of your eye, and aim the arrow at the center of the bull's eye.
As the arrow shot out quickly, a blue light that was imperceptible to others flashed in the ultramarine eyes, accompanied by a gust of wind that swept past and caused the arrow to deviate to the left and hit an area outside the target.
The black-haired young man in the Kyudo uniform frowned slightly. He was naturally not satisfied with the results of his archery.
His name is Fujiwara Yu. He has the power of wind and can manipulate the wind to accomplish some things, but he has no way to directly cause harm to living or dead things.
The reason he gained this ability was because on October 31st of last year, he suddenly had an extremely real dream. In the dream, the goddess who controlled time and space, Aliadona, told him that he had died once, on this day.
In his previous life, he was a doctor with the ability to "rewind," allowing him to restore ten seconds to a minute of time to those nearing death. This was an invaluable skill for a skilled doctor like him. However, due to a betrayer's betrayal, he was surrounded and attacked by the enemy, refusing to surrender.
When he first got the memories of his past life, Fujiwara Yuu couldn't accept the truth and went to a psychiatric hospital alone, fearing that he had a mental illness like paranoia.
But after his memories became clearer and he was able to control the wind, he realized that all this was real and there was nothing wrong with his precious brain.
"If you want to gain permanent residency in this world, you must find the key to unlock it. Since you were a diligent and good person in your previous life, I'll give you a small hint. The world you're in now is called Detective Conan, and the original protagonist is a Japanese named Edogawa Conan."
——"Then I'm looking forward to your performance next, Fujiwara-kun."
Fujiwara Yuu said he wasn't looking forward to it at all, because he'd been searching the internet for someone named Edogawa Conan every 31st since October 31st of last year. But there was a problem: he'd dug deep and refreshed his Netscape Navigator 800 times, but couldn't find a Japanese person named Edogawa Conan, or even a Japanese person named Conan!
So he felt very speechless, and even thought that Aliadona was deceiving him, but last month he successfully connected with her again, and it turned out that she was telling the truth. The protagonist of this world was indeed Edogawa Conan, but he just couldn't find him.
Fujiwara Yu slowly shook his head. At this stage, the most important thing was to fully control the power of wind. Alia Donna hadn't given him a time limit for the task, and given the speed of technological development in this parallel world, before the internet became widespread, finding someone would be difficult.
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