Compared to the game, the real world is quiet and serene.
On an ordinary day, Conan went out on an ordinary day, encountered one, two, three, four, five murders, solved them all, and returned at night.
He went to Dr. Agasa's house.
He arrived at 9:15, dialed at 9:15:03, and as soon as he did, Conan unconsciously lowered his voice, "Mr. Mirai!"
"You're still at the dessert store, aren't you?"
Ichijō Mirai's calm voice came over the phone, "Still at the store, the dessert store is closed, I'm the only one in the lobby now, so you can get to the point."
Finished, he paused, the tone has a few subtle, "when you go back, have you encountered another murder?"
"Another" is the essence.
It's the weekend, not only elementary school students don't have to go to school, they can go outside and have fun solving crimes, high school students don't have to go to school either, they can go to find their heartthrob.
Conan is the former, and is quite contented with his day of fun and solving cases, but unfortunately: one case after another, just after solving one case, he switches to another place of fun, and before he can sit down and have a drink or taste some dessert, he is presented with the next case, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he finds a lot of airtime to call Ichijō Mirai to give him an 'update on the progress of the mission', but all of them are just enough for him to say hello, not enough for him to go into detail.
It didn't matter that he didn't, Ichijō Mirai had already realized something was wrong by the ringing of his cell phone every so often.
In the words of Suzuki Sonoko, "Huh, Mr. Mirai, you set a dozen alarm clocks? Wait, it's Conan's phone? ...And you let that little, ahem, cute kid be your alarm clock? Wow, that's funny!"
It's not funny.
What kind of person gets killed so often that one phone call turns into a dozen?
Ichijō Mirai didn't understand, but he was shocked.
Concerned with reporting, Conan didn't notice Ichijō Mirai's tone of voice, which sounded calm and steady at first, but seemed subtle and subtle at second, and hurriedly replied, "We didn't have any more cases when we came back."
Lowering her voice again, she said, "Mr. Mirai, do you know..."
"Mizunashi Rena?"
Huh?
That name, that tone?
Ichijō Mirai was stunned, then replied, "No."
"I traced her by accident when I was tracking down Rum," Conan replied, then stammered, "and met, uh, Mr. Mirai, you,"
He inquired cautiously, "Do you know a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a knit cap, with green eyes, eyelids like thickened tear stains, possibly long hair, possibly short hair...?"
That description...
Why don't you just say Akai Shūichi's name?
Ichijō Mirai was silent, sensing something in Conan's hesitant and hesitant, careful and careful tone: wait, goddammit, 'my girlfriend likes you a lot, so I like you too, so can you please go deeper with my girlfriend, with me' wouldn't even Conan know about that, would he?!
Goddamn blond asshole!
What's he been up to! Unleashing some weird XP in broad daylight!
But when he said it, Ichijō Mirai's heart was still, his tone extraordinarily serene, as if he were dead, "Recognize."
He was reluctant to admit this, and immediately focused on other points, "Maybe long hair, maybe short hair?"
This time, in anticipation, Conan easily noticed Ichijō Mirai's tone of voice, and carefully explained, "Recently, while tracking down 'Rum', I came across a few people who were suspected to be members of the organization."
"In addition to Mizunashi Rena, whom I just mentioned, one is Mr. Akai, and one is also Mr. Akai..."
There are two trees in front of the door, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.
There was no 'Little detective, you don't want others to know your identity, right?', 'Think carefully before deciding whether to resist, Little detective, I am a member of the organization, I can help your Mr. Mirai find Rum', 'Don't worry, Mr. Mirai won't know' and so on. Ichijō Mirai was calm and just listened quietly.
"A Mr. Akai had long hair, a scar on his face, a bad temper, seemed cold, and seemed to have a problem with me," Conan recalled, "I ran into him at the amusement park this morning, and when I called you, he was sneering as if he was upset..."
A sneer that caused Haibara Ai, who was drinking a glass of water, to drop it with a shaking hand and subconsciously look around in horror to find the source of the murderous aura.
"A Mr. Akai with short hair," He went on to recall, "I met him at the ski resort in the afternoon, he was supposed to be staying at the hotel at the ski resort and happened to come across the murder with us."
"After solving the murder, when I called you to give you the Mizunashi Rena message, he, he smiled at me..."
It was a gentle smile, like an elder looking at a younger person.
Compared to Mr. Longhair's smile in the morning, Mr. Shorthair's smile in the afternoon was a breath of fresh air.
Haibara Ai was so scared that she cowered in the far corner of the room, almost shrinking into a non-existent mushroom, and it was only after a long time, and after the people had left, that she spoke to Dr. Agasa in a trance, saying that some members of the organization had just been in the area.
To which Conan: "..."
These two people, who looked almost exactly the same but had different personalities and different hair lengths, had one thing in common: they paid special attention to Conan from the very beginning.
Like a proctor who pays special attention to a student he knows during an exam.
When they saw Conan running around at the murder scene, acting like a child, making 'omg, brother, brother, that's so weird' statements to various people, they didn't change their faces, they didn't have the high blood pressure that comes with a bear child, but they seemed to be able to see through Conan's disguise, and knew that all of his behaviors were just a means of solving the case.
Conan's suspicion was supported by the fact that "I asked the long-haired 'Mr. Akai' if he was a member of the organization, and he-"
He hesitated, hesitated, and then whispered, "He sneered and said, 'Didn't that guy tell you about me?' I thought I was the only one he recognized as a partner who could deliver, so what about our years in New York together?' "
"And 'Tell the guy what I look like, especially with the long hair I grew for him, and he'll know who I am right away'."
With words like that, Conan could tell without asking Ichijō Mirai that he was a friend, not a foe.
Even if the other party was a member of the organization, and by definition an enemy, they wouldn't really do anything about it.
To say something like that with a bit of resentment, it was obvious that the other party had a close relationship with Ichijō Mirai, and that they were friends or partners who could cross the line of 'by definition'.
Conan whispered and whispered, "When I met the short-haired gentleman this afternoon, I asked the short-haired gentleman again if he was a member of the organization, and he said he was..."
"But what he said was, 'If he thinks he's a member of the organization, then I'm probably a member of the organization, too.'"
It sounds like they all have a grudge against Ichijō Mirai.
How much did Ichijō Mirai owe?
"I asked him about his relationship with you," He said, vaguely thinking that the good-natured Mr. Mirai might or might not have held a grudge, and not daring to make a slanderous remark, he went on as he remembered, "and he said that, uh-"
"'From his point of view, it probably wasn't a colleague, the colleague he was expecting was someone else, and it wasn't even a partner, he and the partner he could trust with his back had long since parted ways, so perhaps it was a relationship that didn't have much to do with each other'..."
"...Ahem."
Conan had been the one to speak, and Ichijō Mirai hadn't said anything.
Conan waited and waited after he finished speaking, and couldn't help but squeak out to remind Ichijō Mirai on the other side of the phone, "Mr. Mirai?"
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry," He said slowly, "I'm in shock too."
Two Akai Shūichi.
It should have been a difficult question to carefully distinguish between the real thing and the fake thing.
But these two were so distinct that it was obvious which one was real and which one was fake: the long-haired gentleman in the morning was 'Akai Shūichi', and the short-haired gentleman in the afternoon was Akai Shūichi.
The afternoon Akai Shūichi is a little hard to tell, and Conan actually says that he seems to have a good temper and smiles gently like an elder looking at a younger person.
This was quite a departure from Ichijō Mirai's impression of Akai Shūichi, and he seriously doubted that the FBI man would be able to freeze hot coffee into cold coffee in just three minutes in the same box as a cup of coffee.
But Mr. Longhair was too obvious in the morning, clearly a blonde who had a lot of fun and liked to smear people's reputations.
Listen, listen to what he's saying, 'the only partner who can deliver', 'living together in New York'.
Akai Shūichi would sue him on the spot!
It's both slanderous and disgusting.
Ichijō Mirai shook his head at his blonde classmate's ramblings, explaining about the two real ones and the fake ones, and then stating, "First of all, neither of them is a member of the organization-"
After a moment's thought, he added the apt description, "But are a blessing to the organization."
"You can trust them."
Although one public security officer and one FBI officer sounds like it would be bad luck to trust them...
But ignoring the facts, compared to the other police, these two police officers are quite trustworthy.
"Secondly, they may have a lead on Rum, and if you have questions about the trail, or anything else, you can ask them,"
"And then," His tone got serious, "as you can see, they're all a bit narrow-minded, so you'd better not believe some of the things they say, such as those related to me."
That's the point, isn't it?
Conan silently swallowed 'Mr. Mirai, what have you done', "Okay."
"So I'm working with Mr. Akai?" He said, "He seems to know the identity of Mizunashi Rena. Mizunashi Rena might be a breakthrough, I want to investigate her more deeply."
As long as it's not 'Mr. Mirai! I found Rum! Coordinates xxx, requesting a precision strike!' , Ichijō Mirai didn't really care, "OK, I'll look into it for you afterward as well."
Conan was waiting for this, and immediately agreed, "Okay!"
He hung up the phone, satisfied with his latest big leap forward, more and more satisfied.
But as soon as he jumped off the bench, he realized something was wrong: someone was listening at the door.
If it was Dr. Agasa, there was no need to eavesdrop. It was someone else.
Conan was immediately alert.
He walked silently to the door, pushed it open, and found the eavesdropper in the corner: Haibara Ai.
Haibara Ai's face was white, white with a cold sweat, and she was cowering in the corner with her knees wrapped around her, almost blending in with the corner, and at the sound of footsteps she instinctively shivered and looked up sharply in horror, and when she saw that it was Conan her pupils trembled and returned to their original size.
She barely managed a question, "Who were you talking to on the phone?!"
Conan was reluctant to tell Haibara Ai about Ichijō Mirai, so he said vaguely, "Didn't I run into some strange guy during the day? I wasn't talking on the phone, I was eavesdropping and talking to myself."
Haibara Ai's face was still pale, and she almost gritted her teeth, ignoring Conan's explanation, "You were on the phone with, with a member of the organization, weren't you?!"
Midway through the sentence, she shuddered instinctively, her teeth clenched tightly, trembling in horror, "Did you know..."
"Do you know who that guy is?!"
"He..."
As she was about to blurt out the words, she stopped abruptly and shut her mouth with palpitations.
Huh?
Conan couldn't understand her reaction, and was a bit confused, "I was on the phone so quietly that you could only hear a little bit, right?"
How can you recognize Ichijō Mirai?
He was keenly aware of the key point, "Is he special in the organization?"
"He's special in the organization," Haibara Ai repeated, sneering, "So you don't know anything and you dare to mess with him!"
"He..."
As if she was afraid to say something, but had to say it because Conan pressed her, and even if she didn't, Conan could just Ichijō Mirai, she could only say, "I advise you not to mess with him."
And for example, "The last person who messed with him was Rum."
"Do you know what happened to him?"