"Ashbara, where did Kazama go?" Conan, who hurriedly ran to Dr. Asasa's mansion, didn't have time to catch his breath.

"I heard from the doctor that he seemed to have traveled abroad with his parents." Gray Yuan yawned for a long time, didn't raise his eyes, and continued to look at the magazine in his hand while casually dealing with Conan.

"Huh? When did you leave? ”

"It's been a day or two, what are you looking for him?"

Conan looked around, but didn't find Dr. Asasa's whereabouts, "What about the Doctor?" ”

"I went out in the morning, and I heard that I was going to a science and technology conference."

Conan sat on the sofa, "Didn't he go to the Tokyo Tower to help me repel the attack of the organization during Tanabata, and later I learned that the policemen who rushed to the Tokyo Tower to arrest Kosuke Mizutani were all stunned by Irish from behind, and the whereabouts of several M37 revolvers in their hands are all unknown." ”

"You mean a thousand hands......"

Conan didn't directly answer Gray Hara's question, "The M37 pistol that appeared on the Aegis ship this time, after the analysis of the number by the forensic personnel, is the one that Officer Chiba lost on the day of Tanabata, and the common feature of the two incidents is that Kazama was involved, and it can be determined that those M37 pistols were stolen by Kazama." But that's not the point of the matter, the 6 bullets in the magazine are loaded, and there is one shot left that is not fired, and through the investigation of that bullet, it is not lost from within the police, which shows that Kazama has a complete way to obtain guns and ammunition, although there is no evidence, but my intuition tells me that this has something to do with what you said about him secretly going to meet with Vermouth. ”

Ash originally maintained a calm mood because the name Vermouth was broken, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you done a detailed investigation into the source of the bullet?" ”

"I don't know...... I also heard my uncle mention it by chance. ”

"In short, unlike Vermouth, if he wants to be against you and me, we have no ability to resist at all, so we don't need to worry about anything at all." Gray Yuan continued to look down and read the fashion magazine in her hand, as if she hadn't heard the information Conan told at all, but it was unknown whether her heart was as calm as she appeared.

……

Sitting on the international flight, Kazama was a little uncertain, as the saying goes, he was cowardly in his hometown, and so was his mind, he was afraid that he would really see the same scene as in his previous life, but the old people were not there, and he was also afraid that he would not see those scenes over there, didn't that mean that his efforts these days were in vain? Speaking of hard work, this time it's not about cultivating hard, it's not about trying to earn energy points, it's about trying to find a suitable identity, and then getting a passport and visa, so that you can take a plane back and forth between Japan and your homeland, otherwise the distance of thousands of kilometers is really difficult to cross, so Kazama's current identity is a 24-year-old ordinary college student, and now it's during the summer vacation, going to other countries to participate in summer camps, this so-called other country, naturally Kazama's hometown. (I don't dare to write the correct name, for fear of being harmonized, and write it as Huaxia, which feels very discordant, so it shouldn't be called Japan or the United States, so I simply replaced it with words like hometown and homeland)

As a close neighbor, even if there is a vast sea in the middle, it is only a two- or three-hour trip, and Kazama, who is sitting in the first class, constantly asks the flight attendants to provide drinks to relieve the tension in his heart. The plane landed at Binhai International Airport, which happened to be the city where Kazama lived in his previous life, whether it was studying or living, he did not leave here for more than 20 years, in his previous life, because his mother was afraid of heights, so no matter where he traveled, he would not choose the plane as the fastest mode of transportation, so although this airport is dozens of kilometers away from home, it is also a place where he has never been.

Not long after landing, Kazama sensed that something was wrong, this place was supposed to be the city he lived in in his previous life, and it stands to reason that the language used here should be that square Chinese character, but at a glance, whether it is the schedule posted on the wall, or the signboards of the surrounding fast food restaurants, all of them are made of Japanese, of course, there are still some Chinese characters in Japanese, but it must not be Chinese. In fact, seeing this, Kazama should be dead, this is really not his home, but he has already come here, so let's go out for a walk.

Walking out of the airport terminal Kazama, looking at the subway station not far away, his heart was full of indescribable emotions, this is not the sign he is most familiar with, but a sign similar to the subway station in Tokyo, a very similar structure, even the station on the station sign is full of Japanese style, for example, the Kazama original residence of the Kazami district, now the name on the stop sign is Nishikawacho. Kazama, who didn't give up, came to this Nishikawa Town, stepped out of the subway, looked at the strange streets and shops outside, and was full of disappointment, and sat down on the sidewalk by the roadside, not knowing what to do next. Everything in front of him is unfamiliar, it stands to reason that the current subway station should be the one in front of his house, and after leaving the station, it should be a few familiar shops, where every boss is familiar with Kazama, and it doesn't take 5 minutes to walk forward, you can see his home, but now...... However, it is actually quite familiar, because this small town in front of you is simply a replica of Rice Flower Town, a long string of cherry blossom trees next to the subway station, with small shops far apart, and the fonts on it are all Japanese hiragana or katakana, where will this be Kazama's home.

Walking to the small shop at the entrance of the subway station, the owner inside was an elderly uncle, Kazama tentatively said in his native language, "Uncle, give me Marlboro." The boss's words dispelled the last glimmer of hope in Kazama's heart, and it sounded very standard Tokyo, "What are you talking about?" "I said I'll get me a pack of cigarettes."

"Give...... 600 yen ......"

Kazama took out 10,000 yen from his wallet and threw it to the boss, "No need to look for it......"

"Young man......" The boss who raised his head again could no longer find any trace of Kazama, shook his head and put the 10,000 big bill into the cash register, today's luck is really good.

……

Sitting under the cherry blossom tree on the side of the road, Kazama smoked cigarettes one after another, as if in this way he could extract all the melancholy and unwillingness in his heart, and soon the ground around him was full of cigarette butts, and when his heart was stuffed, he looked at these cigarette butts with displeasure, and it seemed that even the smell of cigarettes had a trace of bitterness. A circle of tears swirled in Kazama's eyes, his eyes were aimed at the earth without focus, the cigarettes in his hands had burned to his fingers, Kazama didn't come back to his senses, maybe the temperature on the cigarette butts couldn't warm the cold heart of Kazama.

"Child...... Kazama was awakened by an old voice, and when he came back to his senses, Kazama finally felt some extraordinary heat in his fingertips, and casually threw the half-burned cigarette butt to the ground, and raised his head to look at the old man who was staring at him. A man shouldn't cry, if you don't dislike it, can you share your story with me? ”

Kazama, who raised his head, suddenly felt that his nose was very sour, and the tears that had been swirling in his eyes for a long time finally dripped down, and his voice that was hoarse by the smoke trembled slightly, "I'm lost and can't find my way home." ”

"Where is your home? Nishikawa or Higashikawa? ”

"Neither...... My home is far, far away, at least the people there don't speak Japanese. ”

"Britain? Or the United States? But you look like you're Japanese. ”

Kazama didn't know how to answer the old man for a while, and lowered his head again to completely empty his mind, he was a little tired of this detective world, and really responded to the sentence that Kazama always hung on his lips before, that is, the whole universe is speaking Japanese, this world is really unreal, everything seems to be living on one comic book after another, the first time I saw the Agasa Mansion, the Kudo Mansion, and when I saw the Maori Detective Agency, my heart was full of joy that my dream had come true, but now......

When he came back to his senses again, the sky had completely darkened, and there was no trace of the old man beside him, stretching his legs that had been numb, Kazama glanced at what seemed to be a note not far in front of him, picked it up casually, and dispelled the darkness with a small cluster of flames at his fingertips, and wrote a few simple words in a neat font, "Child, you are still so young, you can always return home if you keep looking." ”