Chapter 225 Nineteen Gachapon

After Akae Nazuki fell into a coma, the calmest person was Conan Edogawa.

He was also the one who knew the most among all the people present. He knew that the detective had not encountered his previous memories, and even that name did not seem to be his now.

In addition, the detective was in this state because he had just seen the real name on the tombstone, and Conan asked him if he remembered anything. The detective's brain was probably shocked when he thought about it based on this information, and he might really remember the lost memory.

'A name is the shortest spell'. An ordinary person will be called by name almost every day in his life. In other words, for an amnesiac detective, his real name most likely represents the past that he has forgotten.

But Conan was not completely free of worries... He was not sure whether recalling those memories was a good thing or a bad thing for the detective, because he also saw other words engraved on the tombstone besides the name.

Age 21, time of death... was April 17th, six years ago.

According to the timeline, the detective graduated from the police academy in October seven years ago. Only half a year or six months had passed before he met his death.

Conan also remembered that the detective told him that his birthday was March 17th, but when they met, the other's birthday had already passed. This means that when Akae died that month, it was just one month after his 21st birthday.

Really only three or four years older than him, Conan thought.

He didn't need to think about how Chijiang Nayue died, or why she looked the same seven years after her death.

After all, why would a police academy student die so young? Why would a person die when even the traces of his existence have become cold words on a tombstone?

Conan instinctively didn't want to think about this question too deeply, but he was also extremely eager to know the truth.

But no matter what the truth is, the most urgent task is to transfer the detective from here to a safer place. When Conan was thinking this, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

The adults who were anxiously investigating the cause of the detective's coma also decided to move to another location and hurriedly left the cemetery with the children.

Before leaving, Conan couldn't help but look back for the last time. The gray-white line of words under the tombstone was so clearly imprinted in his eyes.

It reads: [A star went out here.]

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"Ah, you are the detectives and their families who are here for the party, right? We received news of your arrival and are here to pick you up and take you to the party location."

When the group walked out of the cemetery, they met a man in black holding an umbrella and asked them to get on the bus first - it was a bus that looked very, uh, childish.

"Sorry, the boss said there might be too many guests, so he asked us to pick them up this way..." The man wiped his sweat and said with a dry smile, "Anyway, let's get in the car first, the rain is getting heavier."

"I'm sorry, our companion is not in good condition. I'm afraid--"

Before Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was walking in front, finished speaking, the man hurriedly said, "Ah, it's okay. We have a family doctor in the manor. Since the old man is not in good health, this gentleman can go to the manor for a simple check-up and rest. And, it's many times faster to get to the manor from here than to the nearest hospital."

"No, I don't know. Detective-chan has never been in this situation before." On the other side, the nervous Hagiwara also whispered to Amuro Toru, "He looks thin, but he is very skilled and seems to be in good health."

Matsuda frowned and lifted the detective's hair, then used the back of his hand to check the temperature: "He doesn't have a fever, and he doesn't look like he's asleep."

On the contrary, looking at the detective's expression, he seemed to have recalled something bad.

Toru Amuro tried to endure it, but couldn't bear it anymore.

"Two officers, we don't seem to know each other that well, do we?" Veins on his forehead jumped, and he forced a smile. "Can you not get so close?"

They were now standing under the corridor outside the cemetery to avoid the rain, and it was here that they met the man in black who came to pick them up.

"Hey~ But you're still cheating on our friend." Hagiwara's innocent face, his droopy eyes made him look innocent, "Speaking of this, I was also shocked. I didn't expect that Mr. Amuro and Detective-chan just looked unfamiliar, but are they actually so familiar with each other?"

When the detective fell unconscious just now, Toru Amuro went to pick him up just to check his true appearance, but he was shocked by the result of his investigation. When Kenji Hagiwara reacted and stepped forward to take over the detective, Toru Amuro did not let go as soon as he conscious thought.

The eye contact between the two also made people feel very subtle, but in the end it was Toru Amuro who was responsible for carrying the detective out.

"Because there's something wrong with Kofuku's eyes."

Before getting on the bus, Matsuda took advantage of the time when everyone else was walking in front to ask Koumaran in a low voice and got this answer.

The curly-haired officer rolled his eyes at him and said, "Come on, the way you stared at that guy after you saw the tombstone was already weird enough."

To be precise, all four of them were actually quite anxious, but the reasons for their anxiety were different.

The two undercover agents briefly thought about whether Chijiang was still alive, while the twins in the Explosion Class thought about who the detective was.

Of the latter two, Hagiwara, who had more contact with the detective and understood and felt more deeply about the situation, had his own thoughts on this: "Could the tombstone be a fake death for an undercover agent?"

Then, under the death stare of his younger brother, Hagiwara raised his hands helplessly in surrender and silently revised his words: "...Okay, I know, Xiao Zhenping. If he wanted to fake his death, he would be even less likely to contact us with his true face."

"You'd better really know." Matsuda Jinpei sneered and hit the nail on the head, "No matter who that guy is, the people we have met during this period are all detectives, so you'd better all control that expression, otherwise... whether it's a little devil or a detective, they are all very vengeful."

It is undeniable that although they had the purpose of testing the detective from the beginning, and now they are a little closer than normal because they think that the other party is their good friend who they haven't seen for seven years, Matsuda and Hagiwara both feel that even if the detective is not Akae Nazuki, they will definitely become friends.

Maybe it's just a fixed friendship, right?

Hagiwara rubbed his hair and smiled bitterly: "In the end, I have to let you, Xiao Zhenping, remind me of this..."

"…My fist has no eyes. My hand slipped. I'm so sorry."

“Ouch, it hurts!? I can’t feel your apology at all!”

After everyone got on the bus, the scenery and rain outside the window began to move backwards, and they were carried forward by the bus.

Hattori Heiji leaned back in his chair, staring sharply at Conan Edogawa who was almost lying on the detective in front of him to examine him.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he touched his chin.

Conan's words and actions are too mature, especially compared to the real children around him. He is so mature and smart that he doesn't seem like a child.

Because he had been staring at Conan, he discovered it when he was outside the cemetery before entering. The other children were surprised that Amuro Toru and the other person were here to sweep the graves, but only Conan and the little girl with brown hair seemed to have expected it.

Moreover, after seeing his brother fall into a coma for no reason, Conan's reaction was surprisingly the calmest in the whole audience. He seemed to be certain that the detective would wake up soon and thought that the coma was not a serious matter.

If Hattori Heiji had not noticed that the child's hands were trembling in his clenched fists behind his back, he might not have realized that Conan was just as nervous as everyone else.

It's really strange. The more I think about it, the stranger it gets. Who is Conan? And the detective... The scene in front of the tomb, as an outsider, Hattori Heiji saw it most clearly. Except for the children and Kazuha, almost everyone was paying attention to the detective's reaction after seeing the tombstone.

So the person on the tombstone is someone the detective knows? Someone important? Someone related? No, there is not enough information, it is difficult to deduce... But what we know is that the two people who came to sweep the grave are definitely not ordinary people.

Hattori Heiji was shocked and pulled the brim of his baseball cap on his head.

It seems that this detective gathering has become interesting before it even started.

On the other side, the children were sitting obediently around the two police officers they were more familiar with, while Toru Amuro and Kagemitsu Morobushi were in the row across the aisle from them, and the unconscious detective was lying flat on a chair.

Ayumi seemed to remember something, turned around and asked Morobushi Kagemitsu curiously: "So, is Midorikawa really the guitarist of the band? How cool!"

Toru Amuro's originally chaotic thoughts were interrupted, and he complained in his heart: Why was it that the first person Hiro met was Midorikawa-san, and the second time I met him, it was still Mr. Amuro?

Morobushi Jingguang, who was sitting next to him, was stunned for a moment, and shook his head to the surprise of the children: "Huh?... No, I was actually the bassist in our original band."

"If we talk about guitarists, it's Amuro." He raised his chin and motioned the children to look at Toru Amuro next to him.

"I guess they made a mistake. After all, Souta is still a child, and the bass bag and guitar bag are so similar. It's normal for Souta, who doesn't know these things and is not tall, to make a mistake." After Conan confirmed again that there was nothing wrong with the detective, he casually answered the children's doubts.

"What are you talking about kid? Aren't you the same, Conan..." Mitsuhiko complained.

Their car soon arrived outside the secret manor, and the majestic-looking castle building instantly attracted the children's attention.

The rain stopped at this time. While the children got out of the car and went outside to enjoy the scenery, the unconscious detective was temporarily handed over to Hagiwara and Matsuda. Morofushi Kagemitsu quietly approached his young friend.

He had a gentle smile on his face: "Amuro, do you have something to explain to me?"

Amuro Toru remained calm: "Sorry, what do you mean?"

"Last year, outside the cemetery." Morobushi Jingguang removed the threatening smile on his face that was deliberately used to scare the young child, and whispered, "You know it, don't you?"

"I didn't bring a bass bag with me that day... It would be strange if a grave sweeper carried a bag." He spoke clearly and calmly, "It's impossible for me to call you 'zero' in front of an ordinary child."