Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

APTX-4869 is a special drug developed by the Black Organization with a mortality rate of up to %.

There is less than one percent chance that he will shrink and become Edogawa Conan.

If the organization's drug research and development is successful, and other researchers discover and develop a drug that can 100% rejuvenate and make people immortal.

So... Karasuma Renya, who suddenly regained his youth and even became as young as him, naturally could no longer walk openly as the head of the Karasuma Group.

After deducing the answer, Conan subconsciously held his breath. Fortunately, he had already received a wave of information shock before, which prevented him from falling into a long state of shock and loss of consciousness.

But then, a sudden and huge pressure made all his nerves tense in an instant.

Conan realized that they must find a way to stop all this from happening, otherwise, the Black Organization will become a nightmare for the entire world.

That night, the downlights and chandeliers on the ceiling of Kudo's living room worked again until late at night.

Under the same night,

After finishing his work, Toru Amuro read the latest email sent by his subordinate Yuya Kazami, and was satisfied with the progress of the cooperation between Kaito Kid and the Public Security Bureau.

However, his expression did not seem relaxed at all, but rather more solemn than before.

From the moment he decided to use the past life memories that suddenly awakened in his mind to change the death of his friend of the same period,

Toru Amuro knew clearly that the future development of the world would undergo unpredictable changes due to the flapping of his wings like an Amazon butterfly.

In addition to trying your best to pull your friends back from the brink of death, you also have to eliminate most of the hidden dangers that may expose yourself before going undercover.

He spent all of his remaining energy on getting deeper into the core of the organization and climbing toward the core of the organization.

Relying on the memories of his previous life, years of unremitting efforts have allowed him to reach a position that he had never been to in his previous life. He has also uncovered the layers of veils related to the organization that had never been uncovered in his previous life.

It also gave him a clear glimpse into the core team that maintains the operation and development of the organization.

But as he learned more, the pressure on Amuro Toru increased.

Especially during his time under Karasuma Soshin, he would spend time almost every night reviewing his every move during the day to see if there were any hidden dangers of exposure.

Will the whiskey be discovered by eyes that keep it in the dark?

At the same time, the unique advantage that Toru Amuro gained from his past life memories was also being gradually reduced.

At this moment, facing the present that is almost unrecognizable from his memories of his previous life, Toru Amuro feels that the road ahead is becoming increasingly difficult.

It is even difficult to determine whether there will be light ahead.

The deeper you go into the abyss, the more you come into contact with not the thin light above your head, but a deeper darkness.

The memories of my past and present lives, and the days I have lived in the organization, add up to almost twenty years.

Not two days, not two months, and not two years.

Toru Amuro himself doesn't know whether he will be the public security policeman Furuya Rei or Bourbon wearing the mask of Furuya Rei when he stands in the sun after the organization is destroyed.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the curtains with a slit in them and onto the desk in front of Toru Amuro.

Toru Amuro quickly suppressed his sigh, pulled himself back to his senses from the accidental passing thoughts, and focused again on the memories of his previous life.

The thoughts that were briefly released were re-analyzed and reasoned from the memories of the two lives, a crucial node that has not changed so far.

On December 19th of the year in the previous life, the entire Kanto region, including Tokyo, welcomed the first heavy snow in the winter cold wave.

It was on that day that the person in charge of the Karasuma Group was quietly replaced.

Whiskey, Karasuma Soshin, the new person in charge who has never appeared in Japan after the renewal of the Karasuma Group in the previous life and has always been behind the scenes...

He is just a puppet that Karasuma Renya put in the open...

Or...completely replace Karasuma Renya and become the actual person in charge of the Karasuma Group and the organization...

Even based on the fragmentary evidence from past life memories and current trends, the former is more likely.

But...is Whiskey really willing to be a puppet on the table and never return home?

Even though his brother is buried on this land and his enemies who pushed him into darkness live on this land, he doesn't care.

Then, what about Edogawa Yuki?

Even if he had hidden a thousand tricks in the dark and could not pour the water that protected Edogawa Yuuki's body into him, could Whiskey really feel at ease?

Naturally, Toru Amuro came to a negative answer and continued to think deeply. After a long night, it was a new sunny day.

The aging Masahiro Sanada looked at the empty courtyard, completely lacking the energy and spirit he had last year.

The old Sanada house, which was rebuilt on the ruins more than ten years ago, is filled with desolation and silence as quiet as a grave.

Butler Sanada, who saw this scene from afar, had a stern face as usual and stood silently under the eaves less than three meters away from Sanada Masahiro.

"Did I really do something wrong?"

Masahiro Sanada seemed to be asking the butler, but also seemed to be asking himself.

Butler Sanada did not respond. Something flashed in his slightly lowered eyes, but it seemed like nothing.

Butler Sanada doesn't know what is right or wrong.

He only knew that although the Sanada family was a well-known police family, it was shrouded in gloom after the eldest son, Sanada Heitaro, retired due to injury and turned to business.

Even though the second young master, Kenjiro Sanada, is also a policeman, his background in the semi-professional group makes it difficult for him to be promoted.

The gender of the two young ladies alone is enough to explain everything.

The third generation successor, who was cultivated with all the efforts and energy, died in the bud before he could even pave the way.

Finally, there is only one option left, no choice.

The autumn wind blew through the courtyard, blowing down a few fallen leaves. After a few drifts, one of the leaves fell at the feet of Masahiro Sanada.

Masao Sanada lowered his head. The yellow leaves were no different from the fallen leaves in late autumn of the past decade or so.

But beyond that, everything has changed.

The liveliness and laughter of the past are gone, and the people of the past will never come back.

At this moment, Masahiro Sanada, who lived a lonely life in his old age, understood everything.

The reason for not killing them is not because we cannot spare the effort, nor because we cannot do it, nor because we have mercy on them.

But compared to this, the child wanted them to live long and well and feel his pain and hatred.

What that child wanted was to witness with his own eyes the extinguishing of the glory of the Sanada family, the lack of a successor, and to spend the rest of his life helplessly and miserably.

He wanted his second son, who was pursuing power and wanted to use the connections of the Sanada family to pave the way for himself and his son, to personally experience the pain of losing his wife and children and having power that would never be attained in his lifetime.

The pain of death is but a moment, and no one knows whether it will be followed by eternal silence or the judgment from heaven or hell.

But the long-term mental torture will gradually deepen with the passage of time until the end of life.

Or it could be self-ending after countless collapses.

The only difference among all the things was Yayan's death and Yayan's mother's divorce.

Neither of them attacked directly, but one of them was quick and decisive, while the other one was a light strike.

There was also the turmoil that was secretly stirred up after Yayan's death.

...is it pity for my brother...

More than ten years later, Sanada Masahiro once again understood his eldest grandson's thoughts.

But this time, it doesn't make any sense.

The rest of his life, the rest of Kenjiro Sanada's life, has completely entered the end that Karasuma Soshin had planned in advance.

...

A rainy period that lasted for more than a week has caused London in November to be shrouded in fog almost every moment in recent days.

There was a drizzle mixed in with the fog, which vaguely shrouded the buildings, adding a lot of loneliness to this famous city which is usually crowded with tourists.

Even in such weather that is more suitable for staying at home, Karasuma Soshin was walking alone on the street with an umbrella.

He gazed leisurely at the buildings that bore traces of time.

The diligent and cautious experimenter arrived in late October with his belongings and himself, who had lost nearly 20 pounds.

Left London as quickly as possible.

After this, Karasuma Soshin's life returned to its previous lonely state.

Of course, there are still some differences compared to the past.

"Ding-ling, ding-ling-ling~"

A breeze blew by, and then the wind chimes hanging at the corner of the door of the retro cafe on the street made a clear and pleasant sound.

Karasuma Soshin pushed the door open, put away the umbrella in his hand and handed it to the waiter waiting at the door.

The young waiter in uniform respectfully took the umbrella and put it away, then led the guest upstairs.

He didn't say a word until he saw Karasuma Soshin walk into the innermost private room on the third floor.

The retro-style private room was not empty.

Gin took off his black coat and wore a coffee-colored British casual style, with his hair tied up in a high ponytail. He looked up at Karasuma Soshin who walked into the private room and sat opposite him.

His eyes swept across Karasuma Soshin's shoulder and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

An adult crow with black wings and a faint purple-blue metallic luster perched quietly on Karasuma Soshin's shoulder.

"This is..." The gentleman's crow.

Sensing the danger in Gin's eyes, the crow moved closer to Karasuma Soshin's neck.

The pair of wings with beautiful colors in the sunlight spread out slightly, but finally stayed steadily on Karasuma Soshin's shoulders.

"You dropped the vodka and invited me out to meet you privately, just to let me satisfy your curiosity?"

The indifference between Karasuma Soshin's eyebrows quickly dissipated as he raised the corners of his eyes and his gaze shifted.

Instead, there is a sense of ease and carefreeness.

It was as if the person sitting opposite me was a close friend whom I had known for many years.

Although this is true to some extent, Gin knows that this is just a false disguise presented to him by Whiskey.

There was only cold scrutiny in those eyes.

"No, I came to congratulate you, the new person in charge of the Karasuma Group."

The words of congratulations were accompanied by a sneering expression. Gin's mocking face made Karasuma Soshin instantly put away his false disguise.

The indifference hidden in his bones resurfaced.

"Gin, cats will die if they are curious. If people are curious, they will die faster than cats."

Gin, who clearly heard Karasuma Soshin's advance warning, didn't care. He stared into Karasuma Soshin's eyes and asked him word by word:

"Your chance of winning is not even 10%. Have you thought about the price you will pay this time?"

With Bosio dead and Rum's dying struggle not over yet, the third ban, which overrides the second ban on killing core cadres and above members of the organization, is still in effect.

Do you still want to continue on your own?

Karasuma Soshin lowered his eyes to look at the deliberately aged solid wood table and replied to him nonchalantly.

"The price? Didn't you congratulate me?"

The puppet ruler who is in the open will always have the character of Karasuma Soshin engraved on him with the background of whiskey.

The price of losing had been clearly placed in the most conspicuous place long before the gamble began.