The wind and rain were still beating outside the window, and the raindrops were hitting the glass windows, persistently proving to the people inside how heavy the rain was outside.

Kudo Yusaku called out again, "Shinichi."

As the voice came out of his throat, Kudo Yusaku also stood up from the sofa and approached the young man who obviously wanted to escape.

Kudo deliberately turned his eyes away from the couple and ignored Kudo Yusaku's calls. With his intelligence, how could he not know who Kudo Yusaku was calling?

But that was not his father - although he was very curious about what the father who did not exist in his memory looked like, the difference in the world kept telling him that this place was different from his world.

Aren’t he and Conan the most typical and convincing example?

Maybe his father didn't want to have him as a son at all?

The young man raised his lips slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, which soon disappeared from his face like smoke, as if it had never appeared.

However, when he heard the second shout and the sound of footsteps, Kudo froze completely.

He was getting closer to himself.

This realization made him want to arch his back and run away.

But reason stopped him from doing so. He now just wanted to deny the identity of "Kudo Shinichi". If he ran away, it would be completely impossible to explain.

In short, he can't celebrate his birthday today.

Kudo Yusaku raised his hand and patted the young man's back, with an exceptionally gentle smile on his face, "I'm calling you, Shinichi?"

Having heard such obvious words, it was impossible for Kudo to play dumb any longer. He was forced to turn around and face him. Looking into those gentle and steady eyes, something seemed to be touched in his heart.

After a moment of confusion, Kudo quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the floor. He couldn't help but want to take a step back, but he didn't do it in the end.

"Uncle, I'm not Kudo Shinichi."

Exhaling lightly, Kudo looked up at Kudo Yusaku again. There was a calmness in his eyes, as if the ocean inside was frozen, without any ripples.

But in the deepest part of the ice there was fear and panic.

When Kudo Yusaku looked into those eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart. This was also his child, how could this child become like this?

"You are Kudo Shinichi. You don't have to deny yourself or be afraid of anything." Kudo Yusaku reached out and touched the boy's hair. Feeling his shiver, he withdrew his hand without changing his expression and continued, "I don't know what happened to you, but I am your father. This is something that cannot be changed, right?"

He cleverly concealed the gap that should have existed between the boy and himself, and highlighted and emphasized the relationship between the two identities of "Kudo Shinichi" and "Kudo Yusaku", trying to break down little Kudo's psychological defenses.

Kudo Yusaku saw that the boy was so determined to stick to the identity of "Kudo Shinichi" that he himself might not even realize it. If this point is used well, it will be a bargaining chip.

Originally sitting with Kudo Yusaku, Kudo Yukiko came over after her husband stood up. At this moment, she bent down and pinched the boy's face, and added with a smile, "Yes, if you want to get rid of me as your mother, I won't agree."

Kudo stood by the wall and couldn't avoid Kudo Yukiko's hand, so he was forced to accept it.

There was an invisible red mark on his face, but it was obvious that the young man was not used to being treated like this. He was as stiff as a piece of wood.

His eyes moved back and forth between the two people, and he shook his head again to deny, "You are wrong. I am not Kudo Shinichi, nor am I your son."

It's like an unfriendly cat pushing away its poop scooper, alert and stubborn.

Conan watched the boy constantly denying his identity, which made Conan a little anxious, as he was actually psychologically inclined to accept that the boy was him.

Why would he deny his identity?

Thinking about the reason why he hid his identity, Conan started to think wildly. It couldn't be that he also had to hide his identity, right?

How is that possible? He didn't get smaller.

Conan shook his head, denying this absurd guess, and continued to think of a countermeasure with his chin in his hand.

Toru Amuro sat on the sofa, watching the play being performed opposite him, frowning and thinking.

This boy is "Kudo Shinichi" - this is the result of their review and discussion for the whole morning.

So almost everyone here knows this fact, except Maori Ran.

But why would "Kudo Shinichi" get involved in gangs? Why does he seem to not know the Kudo couple? Why does he pay special attention to Haibara Ai? Why was she equipped with those things?

Wait, these questions make the teenager himself like a huge mystery.

And now, this mystery has closed itself off and is unwilling to let others see its appearance.

The Kudo couple over there are still doing ideological work on Kudo.

"I've already said that I'm not Kudo Shinichi and I can't be Kudo Shinichi. The person you want to see is already dead." The young man clenched his fists irritably, trying to endure something.

He is not Kudo Shinichi, he can no longer be called a human being, he is just a monster from a laboratory.

Don't have any illusions or expectations about him. He is abnormal and deformed at heart.

...Don't have any expectations on him...okay?

He raised his head with some trembling, and bumped into a sea of ​​blue. Compared to the dead sea in his eyes, Kudo Yusaku's eyes were filled with a vast deep ocean.

The sea embraces all rivers; only the tolerant are great.

It is also like a rock, solid and steady.

Being looked at by such eyes, Kudo couldn't help but let out an unusually low sob from his throat.

It sounded like a dying animal crying for help, or like a cat's alert breath.

Yusaku Kudo spoke again at the right time, "Shinichi, please tell me if you have anything to say."

The young man quickly lowered his head again while he was speaking, staring at the ground with a pair of emotionless eyes. The sea in his eyes swallowed something violently and spit out something else.

After a long time, he raised his head and said in a dry tone, word by word, "Okay."

The moment these words came out of my throat, it was as if everything was unloaded. Hot tears overflowed from the blue ocean, sliding down along the curve of my skin, pulled by gravity, and finally falling to the ground.

The boy reached out his hand and touched his eyes a little confusedly, then looked down at the wet marks on his hands and thought.

strangeness.

Do monsters... also shed tears?

Kudo Yusaku approached him, raised his hand to wipe his tears, smoothed his hair, and gently let him lean on him. The fabric soon became wet.

The black-haired boy leaned against Kudo Yusaku's body in a daze, staring blankly at the cloth in front of him, letting his tears keep falling.