"Ugh!"

Just as Zhu Fu Jingguang was about to walk out of the alley, a hand suddenly stretched out behind him to cover his mouth.

Then another hand slit his throat from behind with a dagger.

"Little Light?"

On the other end of the phone, Amuro shouted suspiciously, he seemed to have heard something strange just now.

In the rain, his pupils gradually dilated, and he couldn't make a sound, and Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly knelt on the ground.

"What's going on? Little light? On the phone, Amuro asked again.

However, the hand did not stop there, but flipped the dagger and stabbed him in the heart.

"Xiaoguang, can you hear me? Answer me quickly! Feeling uneasy in his heart, Amuro asked quickly, and his voice couldn't help but rise.

Blood spilled frantically from the corners of his mouth, and Zhu Fu Jingguang's body fell into the stagnant water of the alley, and the hot and bright red blood flowed wantonly.

After all, he couldn't get out of this dirty alley.

"I ran so far that I almost lost my ......"

With his right hand, he flipped the dagger in his hand with great dexterity, and the man in black who had killed Zhu Fu Jingguang took the wine hanging from his waist and placed it next to Zhu Fu Jingguang's corpse.

It is a new, unopened bottle of sake with its name clearly written on it - "plum wine".

"Little light! How are you?! Who's talking?! Answer me quickly! ”

"Who are you, Mossi Moxi? When you say Little Light, do you mean Scotland? ”

The man in black picked up the mobile phone in Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand, her voice was very beautiful, making people feel that she would definitely be a beautiful woman.

So, why did Xiaoguang's phone hear this woman's voice? Why did she know about Scotland? She's the one of the organization?!

On the other end of the phone, Amuro raised his hand to cover his mouth, he himself didn't notice it, and his whole body was trembling with fear at the moment.

He was afraid, he was afraid that the worst in his mind had happened.

Xiaoguang, please, hurry up and speak, hurry up and answer me!

"If it were Scotland, he'd be dead, I just killed him.

It's the sound of blood gurgling in his throat, can you hear it? ”

His pupils contracted to the extreme, and Amuro's hand instantly strained and choked his mouth, listening to the woman say the cruelest truth to him in the most playful voice.

"Moximoxi? Why don't you speak? What's wrong? Is it so sad that you can't say it? Don't be sad, people are going to die anyway, it's normal~

And I'm very fast, I promise, Xiaoguang is only in pain for a few seconds at most, don't be sad, okay?

Really, really, listen, he's silent now, I didn't lie to you, Xiaoguang he is really~ already dead!

Moximoxi, why don't you reply to me? You're a good friend of Hikaru Ko, right? Can you tell me your name?

Hmm, won't you say it? Then let me tell you my name first, shall you? I'm Rickel ~ Plum wine yo ~ super delicious plum wine ~

I also left a bottle next to Xiaoguang, you can come and get it if you like, I recommend it!

Wow, you really won't say a word to me, I still want to be friends with you, really...... That's it for now, let's talk if we have a chance, bye~"

The phone was hung up, and along with the communication, the voice of the woman who called herself Rickel was gone.

Rickel!

Amuro squeezed his mouth tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and traces of blood oozed down his nails.

Tears welled up, and those beautiful purple-gray eyes were already bloodshot, and killing intent was brewing wildly in them.

Rickel !!

“……”

The inside and outside of the window seem to be two different worlds, and this feeling is especially noticeable on rainy days.

The room is a little dim, and the layout of the bedroom is very simple, except for some necessary furniture, there is nothing superfluous, so it still seems a little empty, and the words beautiful, warm, and soft and cute are completely untouched.

It's hard to imagine that this turned out to be a high school girl's bedroom.

But it is.

Karasuma sat on the bed, wearing a white pajamas, and on the table next to her was a takeout box that hadn't been packed yet.

She holds a small whiteboard with several photographs pasted on it, each with a name written next to it.

And she herself looked at these and was stunned.

It is worth mentioning that two of the photos were highlighted by her.

The first is a photo of Conan with Edogawa Conan written next to it.

The second is a photo of the famous high school student detective Shinichi Kudo, with his name also written next to it.

And in the middle of these two photographs, Karasuma Ying draws an indeterminate equal sign.

Are they the same person?

Putting down the pen in his hand, Karasuma Ying picked up the phone and dialed a number.

She didn't have to wait long before the owner of the number connected.

"Hello?" On the phone, it was a very gentle female voice.

"It's me, Mom." Karasuma Ying spoke.

“…… It's Xiaoying, why did you call your mother suddenly? ”

The woman she called "Mom" was obviously stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Karasuma Ying to take the initiative to call her.

"I just wanted to tell my mom that Tokyo is a really interesting place compared to New York."

"I see, Xiaoying, you quietly went to Tokyo......"

"Are you going to lie again? Mom? ”

Karasuma's tone changed suddenly.

"You already knew I was in Tokyo, and that you were the person I saw that day, right? Don't lie to me, Mom, I can see through your disguise at a glance. ”

The person on the other end of the line was silent for a long time before he spoke again, his voice still soft.

"Xiaoying, why did you call your mother suddenly?"

She didn't answer Karasuma's words.

But many times, not answering is actually an answer in itself.

Likewise not dwelling on the issue any longer, Karasuma stated the real purpose of her call.

"Mom, do you think human time can be reversed?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I met a kid in Tokyo, a kid who was too smart to be presentable, and I always thought I might have met this kid before.

It was ten years ago, I met him ten years ago, but I can't understand how there is anyone in this world who hasn't changed at all in ten years.

No, it may not be without change...... Rather, he changed back again? He's back to what he was ten years ago?

I don't understand because it's not logical. ”

"Xiao Ying, what is the name of the kid you are talking about?"

"Edogawa Conan...... No, maybe it should be called him, Shinichi Kudo. ”

In the middle of the whiteboard in front of Karasuma Ying, there is an old photograph.

In the photo, there are four children who look to be no more than six or seven years old, and the background is on a sandy beach.

On the back of the photo, the names of the four children are marked one by one in Qingxiu's handwriting, from left to right:

Moriran, Kudo Shinichi, Karasuma Ying, Sera Masumi.