Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 1 Black First Day

Tokyo.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the bird-shaped alarm clock rang on time, 'Cuckoo!Cuckoo! ' The voice echoed in the room.

Bai Shui opened his eyes with difficulty, and the first thing he did was to raise his hand to touch his head with a splitting headache.

Panting, he got up from the bed and looked around blankly.

Here is a clean and bright strange bedroom, the door is closed, the windows are half-opened shutters, the cold morning wind blows in, vibrating with the cuckoo clock on the table.

Noisy and vibrating for a few seconds, the bird's singing stopped abruptly, the bird that popped up from the alarm clock paused, and it opened its beak: "Today is,"

"—the fourth of April!"

"Welcome! Welcome!"

It retracted into the clock, and the ten meter radius became silent again.

Bai Shui: "..."

Very, very auspicious, not like an alarm clock, but like announcing a funeral.

His head was still in severe pain, and the wind blowing in and the piercing sound that had just stopped were like needles piercing one by one. He covered his head for a while, then lowered his head and stretched out his hand to check his hand.

This hand was that of a young man, and it was clean, except for a few calluses on the tiger's mouth and the middle finger, probably left over from long-term writing and writing.

Bai Shui stared at this hand, he held it and let go a few times, let out a breath slowly, and repeated what he complained about the cuckoo bell just now.

It's a funeral.

But what was reported was not his mourning, but the mourning of the original owner of this body.

This is not his room, this hand is not his original hand, and this body is not his original body. His hands are more slender and more mature, and there are more calluses due to long-term writing and keyboarding.

Bai Shui still has the memory of his own death, remembering that he suffered an accidental death while collecting folk songs.

He reached out and pressed his chest, and simply confirmed that the body had a heartbeat, and it wasn't a corpse, so he continued to check.

If there is no accident, this is a "resurrection from the dead" or "resurrection from the dead", so the question is, who is the original owner of this body?How did you die?

Almost at the moment of realizing this problem, a sudden cell phone rang in the room, like a ringtone for death.

Bai Shui's tense nerves twitched a few times, causing his headache to writhe. He frowned, and followed the sound to find a mobile phone on the bed.

A string of notes was displayed on the phone screen: [Qingzi].

Whether it was the bird bell chirping just now or this string of notes, Bai Shui knew them all, and it was the language of the eleventh district, which could also be called Japanese and neon language.

At first glance, the name belonged to a woman, and the caller probably had a close relationship with the original owner, so the original owner ignored the surname and directly noted the name.

Bai Shui stared at the phone screen, he took a deep breath, let his mind go for a few seconds, and waited quietly.

After a few seconds, nothing happened.

There was no memory popping up suddenly, nor the premonition of 'Qingzi is xxx, I have a relationship with xxx' looming, nothing, not even a sudden pain in the heart, or a slight astringency in the eye sockets.

He held back the inexplicable shame, and tried to call out in his mind, 'System? '.

After a few seconds, nothing happened.

The cold wind in the morning swirls and blows, and the piercing cell phone ringing is still ringing.

"Okay," he pressed his Adam's apple, and silently complained in Japanese, "hell begins."

He has no memory of the original owner, no bug system, and knows nothing about the original owner's relationship.

Judging from the hands, this body is still very young, most likely a minor, or a young man who has grown up for a year or two.

This means that later you may have to face 'parents', 'friends', 'classmates' or 'colleagues'. Considering the phone is still ringing, you may also have to face your 'lover'.

With no hints or help, it's a hell of a start.

After complaining, Bai Shui looked down at the phone, moved his finger, and manually turned the phone to silent.

Compared with 'exposed anomalies in communication', 'why not answer the phone' is a better explanation.

He took a deep breath, rolled out of bed, and started exploring the room for clues.

Clue [-]: The original owner is probably a person who loves reading.

There are bookcases in the room, and there are many books on both sides of the desk.

Bai Shui picked out more than a dozen books at random to check, and found that these books covered quite a lot. Some of them were books about psychology or chicken soup, comic books, various magazines, and even niche books about magic and handicrafts. .

Without exception, the inside pages of these books are not signed.

Clue [-]: The original owner is probably a very cautious person.

It should be corrected here, remove the 'probably', the original owner is a very cautious person.

There was an old-looking big-headed computer on the desk. With an apologetic attitude, Bai Shui scanned the computer three or four times carefully, and found that the computer was clean, and the browsing history was as blank as tofu.

There are only games that come with the computer, and the social software does not automatically log in and save the password by default, and needs to enter the password manually.

There is a video stored in the C drive, but it is not a video that cannot pass the review. After opening the white water, he carefully pulled the progress bar, and quickly cheered up:

This video was shot by the original owner's mother. She was probably in a hurry, and the camera was shaking randomly. She confessed in a low voice that she still didn't plan to go home in the near future, and told the original owner to take good care of herself.

After reading it, Baishui came back to life in situ.

Clue 2: The original owner's name is 'Kuroba Kaito', he attended a high school named 'Ekoda', and he is currently a student in class B of the [-]nd year.

To put it simply: I am a high school student.

Straight to the point: I am a high school student who is about to take the college entrance examination.

Bai Shui: "..."

Bai Shui pressed his chest, feeling the joyous beating heart under his palm, he tried to bargain seriously, "Or I'll die, come on?"

What is the difference between dying to become a high school student and dying directly?What's the difference!
There is a difference.

The difference is that there is still about a year of probation.

But the policies of each district are different, Baishui knows nothing about the courses of Neon, and it is difficult to catch up with the progress of more than ten years in one year...

There is a difference, but not much, it is better to die directly.

He was a bit cautious at first, similar to the restraint of "the audience who likes to watch movies has entered the movie world, and they have to manipulate their characters to interact with others, and construct a life movie ending with a suitable ending".

Socializing, interacting with others, and acting as a normal person, no matter which one, is a problem for Bai Shui, who is used to watching quietly.

But there are too many points worth complaining about, and he is not so restrained.

"You don't want to be suspected of IQ because of the single-digit test, do you?" Bai Shui complained in a low voice, "Mr. Black Feather?"

His head hurt again, labor pains.

Clue [-]: The original owner lived alone.

The shoes at the door, the tableware in the kitchen, the table, and the layout of the room all indicate that the original owner has both parents. However, except for the original owner's room, the clothes hanging in the closets in other rooms do not match the season, and it does not look like there are still people living there.

There is a group photo of a family of three in the living room. The mother has dyed red-purple hair and is a beautiful and fashionable beauty. The father is also a handsome and elegant gentleman, who looks exactly like the magician on the huge poster hanging in the original master bedroom. exactly the same.

... No wonder there are magic books on the bookcase.

When returning to the bedroom with the group photo and comparing the group photo with the poster, Bai Shui heard a knock on the door.

"Quick fight? Quick fight?!"

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and secretly said "Oops."

The sound of knocking on the door was rapid, and the voice of shouting was also very anxious. Judging from the voice, the other party was a young woman.

After only two slaps, the sound of slamming the door disappeared, and turned into the sound of opening the security door and the sound of footsteps hurriedly walking towards the bedroom.

"Fight!"

The visitor was a young woman with the key to Kuroba's house.

Bai Shui guessed the other party's identity. He put the group photo on the desk, adjusted his expression urgently, turned his head to look at the moment the door was pushed open, and greeted calmly, "Good morning, Qingzi."

A woman in a blue uniform rushed in. She was panting, her face was flushed, her long hair was a little messy, and she looked anxious.

The moment she saw Bai Shui and met his calm expression, her anxious steps, shouts, and expression all stopped instantly.

She reacted for a while, then reacted again, clenched her fists little by little, showing killing intent, "Morning, good morning?"

Oops, she's going to punch someone.

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(End of this chapter)