Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Thinking back to what the other party had told him not long ago, Amuro narrowed his eyes:

"You mean, you blocked the door leading to the outer staircase on the second-floor observation deck, and then met Keel and others who came to kill you, and were finally rescued by Ale, right?"

"Yes."

Ireland nodded and shrugged speechlessly.

"As for the target, oh, Yun Xianhe, that's his name, right? As for that guy, I haven't seen him since Kiel and the others arrived. Maybe he noticed the helicopters outside, so he didn't have time to come out."

As he spoke, Ireland frowned slightly.

He remembered when he was first brought to the observation deck below. At that time, his face had not yet been covered with the black bag, so he could still see the surrounding situation.

He remembered the blocked door...it seemed like it was chopped open by an axe?

So, it is time for Yun Xianhe to come out.

"Wait a minute, that Ah Le couldn't be Yun Xianhe, right? No, that doesn't seem like him. There is still a difference in their body sizes, and the other party didn't have any materials at the time, so it was impossible for him to disguise himself."

Ireland chuckled as he thought about it.

It should not be.

When Toru Amuro heard what he said, he paused.

The man with turbulent thoughts in his heart still had a cold expression on his face, and even looked particularly serious because of the interrogation.

Looking at Ireland who was still defending himself, Amuro Toru lowered his eyes slightly.

Is this the same person?

Recalling the information about the failure of the plan revealed by the organization late last night, Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes.

If you dare to jump from the neon tower onto a plane, you can even smash the plane's windows...

It really sounds like something Yun Xianhe would do.

Wait a minute, he remembered that Ale also appeared in the case information that Fengjian brought back not long ago?

If the identity of A Le was pretended by Yun Xianhe, why would the other party appear as A Le?

...in order to avoid being discovered by Ireland and other members of the organization during the investigation?

It's really a big game of chess.

However, even if Toru Amuro wanted to ask Yun Xianhe now, he would not get an answer.

If it's true...

Then this kid really deserves a beating.

When he thought about the possibility that Yun Xianhe might confront the plane head-on, Toru Amuro felt a headache.

But this is not right, because that group of people didn't even hit Yun Xianhe, so how could they cause him to lose his memory...

Ireland, sitting in the interrogation chair nearby, was speaking with a dry mouth.

He didn't know what Amuro Toru was thinking, he just looked at him curiously and asked:

"Hey, Bourbon, are you in the same group as the black-robed man?"

"…no."

"No? Then he brought me here?"

As he spoke, Ireland raised his good arm, and the handcuffs on his wrist clinked.

The treated arm can feel a slight tingling pain as the effect of the anesthetic disappears, and after a long time, it may even become numb.

Ireland looked down at his arm that was barely saved and thought of the young man with black hair and golden eyes.

But in a flash, the other person's face was replaced by a boy with white hair and heterochromatic eyes.

Looking at Toru Amuro who was about to leave, Ireland asked, for some unknown reason:

"The target is injured? Seriously?"

"You have no right to know."

"Hey, hey, aren't you too cold? After all, we were partners for a week."

Hearing this, Toru Amuro curled the corner of his mouth and gave Ireland a forced smile, letting the other party experience it for himself.

Ireland, who saw that the other party was disgusted, laughed twice, leaned back, and seemed to sigh:

“I didn’t expect I was so good.”

Although I don't know what happened to the other person, he should have been seriously injured.

"You knocked him out?"

Toru Amuro, remembering something, asked as he flipped through the collected transcripts.

His tone was casual, as if he just mentioned it casually.

Upon hearing this, Ireland confessed.

Not only did he knock Yun Xianhe unconscious, but even the policemen from the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't escape.

Of course, among that group of people, only Yun Xianhe’s head was not broken.

It just made him faint.

"Hmph—then you are very good."

Toru Amuro gave a slightly sarcastic compliment.

Ireland on the other side always felt that there was something strange about what he said.

Having finally found evidence of Yun Xianhe's head injury, Toru Amuro did not continue asking questions. After handing the remaining task to Yuya Kazami, he turned around and left the interrogation room.

The person who went out sent this message directly to Zhufu Jingguang, and then went to another room.

Knock, knock,

"Enter."

Huiyuan, who was analyzing the drug ingredients, did not even raise his head and said in a light tone:

"What's wrong? Did that guy ask you to bring something back again? Or is he seriously injured again and won't go to the hospital?"

"He has lost his memory."

The clicking sound of the keyboard paused for a moment.

Haibara Ai turned around and looked at Amuro Toru who was leaning against the door frame, trying to read a joke on his face.

But it's clear that Bourbon doesn't joke about this kind of thing.

After a long silence, Huihara Ai sighed, exerted a little force with her hand on the table, and moved the ergonomic chair away from the table.

She folded her arms, leaned back in her chair and looked at Amuro Toru:

"So? You want me to go see him? You want me to help him heal?"

Seeing Amuro Toru nod, Huihara Ai rubbed her swollen temples and refused without any discussion:

"That won't do. You should know that he and I don't have a good relationship. Besides, he didn't allow me to get close to him when he lost his memory last time."

"It's different from last time."

"What do you mean?"

"This time he has completely lost his memory."

After hearing this, Huiyuan Ai was stunned for a few seconds, her tone was somewhat unbelievable:

"Fell down the stairs again?"

"No, I was beaten by Ireland."

Huiyuan Ai, who didn't have much impression of the members of this organization, was silent for a moment:

"I didn't expect someone could sneak up on him."

It's really hard to believe.

Toru Amuro also found it a little unbelievable.

According to Ireland's statement, the opponent didn't even try to dodge at the time, and was just standing there letting him hit him.

Later, Yun Xianhe's words also proved that he had long seen through Ireland's disguise.

But this makes even less sense.

...Could it be that he was trying to take advantage of the opponent's strategy, but ended up failing?

However, the person involved has lost his memory, so there is no way to verify it.

Amuro Toru saw that Haibara Ai's expression had relaxed, and took the opportunity to continue persuading her:

"We would like you to take this opportunity to give him a routine physical examination and a psychological evaluation."

There are some things that ordinary doctors cannot find out.

After thinking for a long time, Huibara Ai let out a helpless breath.

Forget it, just consider it as repaying the favor for saving my life.

"When?"

"evening."

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"ice cream."

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe with sparkling eyes and felt the situation was extremely difficult.

"This one……"

Seeing that he hesitated and didn't answer, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes gradually dimmed.

Conan felt like he had been hit hard.

Ah...what's hurting?

It's conscience.