First of all, I declare: All the settings and plots outside the fan only belong to the spoof small theater, not the real main plot.

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"Hmm......" Mizuma got up from the bed with a sharp pain in his head, and his whole body seemed to be soaked with sweat.

"Are you awake?" said Naomura with his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

Mizuma Yue looked at each other with empty eyes: "Langzi?...... Hmm, brandy?"

"Hiss......" Mizuma Yue hugged her head, endured the headache that was getting worse, and looked at Naomura Lang with a calm face with some confusion: "You...... Who are you......? Who am I?"

Who am I?

……

I remembered, I ...... I'm Cobeler.

Not only is the undercover agent of the public security and the second Kobeler, but even the first generation of Kobeler, who claimed that he died of a cerebral hemorrhage, is also me.

About sixteen or seventeen years ago, I suddenly felt that the working atmosphere in the organization was becoming more and more uncomfortable, and the differences with the "lady" on various opinions were becoming more and more serious.

I started to regret it constantly, maybe after the boss was injured that year, it was a wrong decision to support the Lady to rule the organization.

Then, my intelligence unit gathered the news that the reasoner named Yusaku Kudo had given birth to a son.

Originally, it was something that had nothing to do with the development of the organization, but for no reason, the ghost sent the gods, so I calculated the cause and effect of Kudo Shinichi's future and the organization.

Actually, it can't be regarded as unreasonable.,After all, with my ability and organizational background.,The enemy that needs to be paid attention to.,The only thing I need to pay attention to is a top-notch existence like Yusaku Kudo.。

I thought it was just an ordinary deduction, but I didn't expect that I had calculated that the organization would surely perish after eighteen years, and the culprit was Shinichi Kudo, who was still in his infancy.

What's even worse is that no matter how I calculate, Kudo Shinichi's demise is a sure consequence, and even if I send a killer to assassinate it now, it will fail for various reasons.

Maybe the only solution is for me to deal with the imp myself, and I only have confidence in myself that I can deal with all kinds of unexpected and unpredictable situations.

But I can't calculate my own projections for the future, and I won't risk myself.

After confirming that there was nothing I could do to change the outcome of the Order's demise, I simply decided to run away.

Running away is a technical job, and I have established the system for organizing the search and handling of traitors, and I know it best.

The first step is the APTX series of drugs, I developed a mature drug on my own, those stupid scientists, I can far surpass them as long as I get the development materials and study them a little bit.

Then there was the arrangement of my "death", the forgery of a new identity, the safe and secret plastic surgery, and so on...... Eventually, the organization disappears, and is replaced by an orphan who is about to go to the kingdom, Mizuma.

Then comes the last step, if you want to deceive all the enemies, Kobele has disappeared, and the one that must be done is to really make Kobil disappear.

Through self-hypnosis, I made me take my fake identity as my real identity and forget everything about Cobiler.

The only stupid move I made was that my selfishness and greed were in trouble, and I wanted my new life to go smoothly, so I forged a definition of a time-traveler, and instilled my deduction of what would happen in the future into new memories and sealed them vaguely, hoping that these memories could help my new me live a happy life.

But now that I'm awake again, it seems like I'm not doing well...... At least something unexpected happened.

……

After sorting out his memories, Mizuma covered his head in pain.

Why did you go to be a policeman? You're still so close to that Kudo Shinichi? When you're a policeman, you're a policeman, why are you still going undercover, isn't this going back again?

Seeing Brandy standing beside him and looking at him with a smile, Mizumazuki Kaobil knew who he was calculating by.

"The kid named Conan has been contained in the lab, Shirley has drunk coffee with sleeping pills, now it's up to you to choose. Naomura Lang brandy, said.