But everyone present knew his true nature to some extent, so instead of being frightened, they felt like a vigilant cat.

Toru Amuro, who is the code name member of the organization Bourbon, thought about it and chose to remain silent.

Although he didn't remember this member in the organization, he thought it was not a good idea to expose himself too early, so he decided to wait and see.

Conan showed a shocked expression and was completely stunned.

Wait?! Not only is this other guy a member of the Black Organization, he's also a member with a code name?!

Conan fell into deep doubt about himself.

Kogoro Mori, Subaru Okiya and Ai Haibara all maintained a calm expression.

Kudo Yukiko rubbed his hair hard, turning his vicious expression into a blank one, "Hehe, no matter what you are like, you can't get rid of your mother~!"

Kudo: ...Okay.

"I killed Shiho and then committed suicide, which is why I'm here."

The boy tilted his head and said, "So I am the 'Kudo Shinichi' from another world."

When he said this, his eyes were fixed on the Kudo couple, and he was alert as if he could run away at any time if they showed any sign of disdain or not wanting him.

However, both Mr. and Mrs. Kudo showed an expression of understanding, "Is that so? This explains why Shinichi-chan is different from Shinichi."

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found out that he didn't see the emotions he imagined, which even Kudo himself didn't notice.

However, Kudo Yusaku noticed it and smiled calmly.

He is still a child who lacks love.

"Can I ask why you joined the organization?" Subaru Okiya said with a gentle smile on his face.

"Why did you join the organization?" Kudo frowned and thought, "I can't really explain why. Maybe it was a choice after having no other choice?"

The choice after no choice?

Watching them thinking seriously, Kudo smiled sarcastically.

Well, for someone who has lived in an organization since childhood, where can he expect to go when he grows up?

You have to know that the organization is not a charity. The experimental subjects either die or join the organization. There is no other choice.

Of course, most of the subjects died.

What's more, he is the only successful person in this experimental project. How could the organization give up such a big piece of cake for him?

Although it is just one sentence, everyone here can basically guess what happened.

Huiyuan Ai was silent for a while, but still asked, "Why... would you kill me?"

Combined with what Kudo had said before that he was the organization's codename Tita, she had a bad feeling.

Could it be that the same things that happened in her world also happened in that world?

The boy saw through her thoughts and shook his head, "It's not because of your defection, it's because of... me."

"The organization will not allow a disobedient tool to emerge."

He said it lightly, but in fact, the bloody smell in this sentence could not be concealed no matter how light-hearted the tone was.

"Well, but the organization won't give up such a useful tool like me so easily, so they can only find ways to intimidate me, right?" He glanced at Subaru Okiya seemingly casually as he said this.

If it were someone else, they might not understand what he meant, but everyone here is smart, how could they not understand?

So Akai Shuichi's heart skipped a beat, and he began to think, was it he who caused this tragedy?

No, probably not.

He knew himself well and knew that it was impossible for him to do such a big thing.

...But it is very possible to become one of the driving forces.

Subaru Okiya looked at Kudo and came to a conclusion in his heart.

Considering Kudo's attitude towards him, he is most likely one of the driving forces behind this.

And it may be the main driving force.

Seeing Kudo answering some more questions but never mentioning them, Kudo Yukiko couldn't help but ask, "Shinichi, what about us in the other world?"

“……” The boy was silent.

I don't know how to answer this, I don't remember them.

"I don't know, I don't have such a memory... I..." Like a primary school student whose homework was checked by the homeroom teacher, Kudo started to explain anxiously, but he didn't know how to explain.

Because he is just one of the victims - even though he doesn't think so.

"Okay, it's okay." Kudo Yukiko reached out and gently touched his hair, "Mom and Dad won't blame you."

She just felt heartbroken. How could such a good child be raised to be like this?

"Okay, okay, let's celebrate your birthday." Kudo Yukiko smiled with her eyes curved and put the birthday hat next to her on Kudo's head.

Conan would never wear it even if he is beaten to death, but look, Shin-chan looks so cute wearing it.

The black hair and the red and white birthday hat intertwined together look somewhat playful, and the sea-blue eyes are full of confusion.

Yukiko Kudo decisively took out her cell phone and took a close-up photo of him.

Kudo: ...

"Stop messing around, Yukiko." Kudo Yusaku brought Conan to Kudo's side, "Today is Shinichi's birthday, let's celebrate it."

"If you keep wasting time, today will be over, okay?"

Conan has half-moon eyes and he refuses to wear a hat.

Wait?! Xiaolan is still here! ?

Conan suddenly reacted and looked up at his childhood friend, and saw that beautiful pair of eyes looking at the two of them with happiness and relief.

Relieved?!

Conan was at a loss. What was there to be happy about?

Mao Lilan: I am so relieved that both Shinichi admitted that they are Kudo Shinichi.

The long wait had made her lose the desire to beat Kudo Shinichi up.

Her only thought now is: I'll be back.

Conan was surprised. This expression... Has Xiaolan already discovered his identity?

Kudo looked at the Kudo couple who were smiling gently in front of him, and the string in his mind finally broke, and the memories of the past emerged before his eyes.

——

Kudo's eleven years old.

There was a sudden burst of cheers in the quiet laboratory. Originally everyone had a numb expression on their face, but now they were all smiling.

"Success! Success!" Everyone hugged each other and jumped and cheered.

The eleven-year-old child was lying on the laboratory table, his hair was shaved and a row of ugly stitches were sewn on the top of his head. It was unclear whether he would grow hair on the back.

He lay quietly on the operating table. The bustle around him was caused by him, but it had nothing to do with him.

He was like a lamb sacrificed by the ignorant villagers. :,,.