Occurring persons in Part III:

Main: Shinichi / Conan, Agasa, Shiho, Detective Boys, Ran, Sonoko, Megure, Chiba, Takagi, Satou, Kobayashi-sensei, Shiratori, Yusaku, Yukiko, Eri, Heiji, Kazuha, Nakamori, Kansuke Yamato, Yui, Kogoro
Organization:

Gin, vodka, vermouth, anokata, Chianti
FBI:

Shuichi Akai, Jodie Starling, James Black, André Camel
Own: scotch, absinthe, solera
Undefined:

Tomoaki Araide, Toshiro Odagiri, Sera Masumi, Subaru Okiya, Morofushi Takaaki, White King, Eisuke Hondou, Junji Sendo, Kaitou Kuroba
prolog
The situation was uncomfortable for him, there was no other way to describe it. She stood right in front of him and cried. And he was the one who couldn't understand it. Why did Ran cry? Just because she saw someone die? Yes, that was probably the difference between them. Shinichi remembered that guy with the ice cold eyes. In a way, he was like him, wasn't he? Did Ran think the same about it? What exactly was he? Cool? Dulled? Or indifferent? Speaking of this guy, wasn't that the man who had accompanied him? Yes, this black-clad guy with the hat and sunglasses even though it was already dark. He apologized to Ran and went to pursue him. But this reacted differently than expected.

"Wait Shinichi! Wait!"

But the detective kept running, although he saw that Ran had just tripped. He just had to investigate. He always did, right?

But then something strange happened. A little boy stood in his way with his arms outstretched. He resembled himself when he was a child. He wore his old clothes and glasses.

"Don't go!" The boy yelled at him. Then he pointed to Ran, who was still calling desperately for him. He turned and saw the tears in her eyes.

Had he only been able to? It was incomprehensible that he had really meant to leave her alone. He quickly hurried back to her and took her comfortingly in his arms.

"It's okay, I'll stay there," he whispered in his ear.

Ran gradually calmed down.

"And ... you're not leaving either?" She asked weakly.

Shinichi shook her head.

"Never. I will never leave you alone," he swore to her.

Then he woke up.
It was strange waking up in his own bed after so long. He was in his own house, it was his pillow, your bedside table. A person was leaning over him. It was Subaru Okiya. The little detective quickly tried to find his way around.

"What happened?" He asked hastily.

Okiya adjusted his glasses and tried to smile.

"You passed out," he informed him.

Conan couldn't believe it. He wasn't a faint-hearted woman, why should this happen to him?

"Did you sleep last night?" Asked Okiya now.

"Uhh yes ... two hours or so," he said meekly.

Okiya nodded in understanding."And since ... since Hidemi's death? 8 hours every night as it should be for a child?" Asked critically.

Conan looked to the side, caught. The CIA agent was right. He was now stuck in the body of a seven year old, a limitation he couldn't easily ignore.

Then he suddenly remembered.

"The signal! The headquarters of the organization!" He shouted formally at Okiya.

This asked him to calm down.

"I call the FBI every 10 minutes. Scotch is still on the move, apparently he thinks we are chasing him. Which ... is obvious. Fortunately, he never got the idea with the station. He apparently takes long detours We'll know more as soon as it comes to a standstill, "he told him.

But there was something far worse that bothered him.

"Ran! Kogoro! Agasa! Haibara! Bourbon's information has leaked, Scotch knows everything about me and you!", He reminded the agent. The latter put his hand carefully on Conan's shoulder.

"Don't worry, the FBI has posted people in front of the Mori detective agency," he told him.

When Conan returned to Professor Agasa's house, Okiya pointed to himself. He had brought Conan home and at the same time was able to keep an eye on a possible target of the organization.

"Scotch will tell his people that the police are now aware of their existence. This means that your friends and acquaintances, who are only in contact with you, are of secondary importance.", Okiya predicted.

Conan prayed fervently that he was right. Suddenly Okiya seemed to remember something again.

"I totally forgot! You have a visitor!", He said and Conan swung himself out of bed. He ran to the window and looked outside. A red Mercedes was parked there. The shrunken detective had to grin inadvertently.
Part 1

The black king
Scotch was scared, and justified. Not in front of the judicial authorities, but in front of him. Anokata. He had failed and despite his position he didn't know if he would get out of it safely. But where was the problem? The boss was old, it would be easy to manipulate him, after all, Scotch had been doing it for years. He would put himself in the limelight and pretend he had everything under control. He hastily crossed the security checkpoint of the large company building and entered the elevator. He pulled out a key card that only he and a handful of other members had. She would take him to the second basement. From the outside, the building was a very ordinary company. Anyone who did not know about the existence of the Black Organization assumed that research was being carried out in the basement, others did not even know that this basement existed. The elevator stopped and Scotch got out. The organization's scientists and programmers mainly worked here. There were also meeting rooms for field agents, but most of them met in neutral places.Anokata, the company's president, had an office on the top floor. Still, Scotch knew immediately he was here. He felt his presence. Did he already know he had failed? Yes, it had to be like that. He stepped into the great operations room, the programmers looked up at him. He pushed one of them aside and started working on his computer.

"I want you to play this file in 5 minutes, did you hear?" He instructed and the man nodded politely.

"Scotch!"

Scotch turned around sharply and was angry. Did he dare to address him, number two, so ingloriously?

He backed away when he looked down the barrel of a gun. In front of him stood a man in a black trench coat and a long hat.

Gin.

He looked at him frightened and furious.

"You have the nerve to appear here again. Our sources have already reported everything to us. The police know your identity and must have followed you here."

There was contempt in his voice.

Scotch shook his head vehemently.

"I take responsibility for that, but the authorities already knew about us! It was only a matter of time anyway, especially after the FBI and the CIA were after us! And nobody followed me who did." I made sure! ", he defended himself against the accusation.

Gin cocked his head and scotch followed his gaze.

On the railing above them stood a person who was completely covered by the shadow. She wore thick gloves, Scotch knew why. Gin seemed to be waiting for a response.

But Anokata held up his hand and formed a stop sign. Scotchs let out a sigh of relief and Gin put the gun away. Scotch knew he was just barely getting away with it. Gin wanted to kill him, but that bastard was denied that joy.

"So? What do we do now? Number 2?" Asked a female voice.

Scotch looked to the right and saw wormwood. And she wasn't alone, vodka was also standing next to her.

Scotch coughed loudly and the programmer started the file as instructed. Pictures were reflected on a large screen. First photos of FBI members like Shuichi Akai or James Black meant.

"I want to be completely honest with everyone. We have been exposed, and not just since today," he began with his address.

Gin bared his teeth contemptuously.

"Now it's about damage control! In principle, not much has changed, to get the FBI off our backs we have to kill James Black, the agent responsible for the Japan operation!" He said sharply.

It was Vodka who objected.

"But ... even cognac and brandy couldn't do that, right?"

Scotch coughed loudly and decided to ignore the remark.

"We now know your command center. If we use snipers, we can fix the problem!" He explained to everyone in the large room.Wormwood began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Do you think the FBI is our biggest concern? They only have two dozen agents in Japan, what are you going to do about the police?"

Scotchs became more and more unsafe. The woman was right, her plans in this regard were wavering. Bourbon should have replaced the Chief Police Officer, so they would have had some control over the investigation. But he was dead and so was the venture. Scotch was about to say something until his cell phone rang. He accepted the call and was surprised that it was Anokata, who was only 20 meters away from him. But his voice was no longer the best, and it was not fitting for a man in his position to roar loudly. He gave some orders and Scotch nodded politely.

"The boss thinks we should take care of the police later. We will cover our tracks as skilfully as possible, but first the organization has to fulfill another important mission!" One of the photos showed a brunette woman, the other a young man who, according to his uniform, was still a student.

"The woman probably all knows by the name of Sherry! The other is Shinichi Kudo, a student detective who has valuable information about us. The mission is to arrest both of them," he replied.

Gin looked surprised.

"Capture? Not turn them off?"

Scotch looked him straight in the eye. They were freezing cold and he knew that he especially wanted to kill Sherry.

"No, because they have something that we need. What is secret though," replied Scotch.

Gin looked up at his boss.

"What's that supposed to be? Don't you want to let us in on your plans?" He called up.

There was no answer.

And then it was time. The picture of two young children.