is nothing like that, I strongly assume that he was no longer in the building when the house collapsed." "What did he tell me about that bomb in the Mantendo building? I've always been a lucky kid. Yes, that was probably true."
"Anyway, we'll look for him as soon as possible. You'd better rest up until then, okay?" Megure wanted to say goodbye.
Ran and Kogoro also drove home.
But what about Conan really? Was he eaten up by the flames (funny expression well) or was he able to escape in time?
Now again from Conan's point of view:
"Oh, my head. Where am I anyway? Everything is so dark." "AUAAA !!!!" I hit my head on this stupid oven. Wait a minute, how do I get into an oven, please?So who the hell am I anyway? I get up still completely dazed. As I look around, I notice that I am standing in a room, or rather in the remains of it. "Looks like a fire raged here. But what do I have to do with it?"
The sky above me is dark. Not a single star can be seen anymore. The only thing I see within a few kilometers is an old truck that is parked about 500m away from me. Without hesitation I crawl in and make myself comfortable on the loading area. There are some blankets there. I'll build a makeshift bed out of it as best I can. Again I feel this strange tiredness and immediately fall asleep.
When I wake up again, there's a lot going on. There are lots of policemen around me talking to me.
"Who are you, little one? What's your name?"
"Seems to have forgotten his name."
"I don't care, my ship won't turn around because of a kid like that.We're going to L.A. and that's that! Shouldn't the police fight him over there? ”Yells a man with a red head.
"Will probably be the owner of the ship. But wait, does that mean I'm on a ship. To L.A.?"
The men I first thought were police officers were actually employees of the ship's security. They took me to a cabin and made sure I had the most pleasant trip possible.
After, I think 6-7 days.
the ship, the Misano Hutubari, reached the port of Los Angeles. As was to be expected, the police came up there to squeeze me. Unfortunately, I didn't know any more then than before. A man I became friends with on the ship told the police that I had amnesia or something. They nodded and 2 hours later I found myself in a children's home."Now this questioning is starting again!" I think to myself. A little annoyed, I try to make it clear to the home manager that I don't know anything anymore.
"Boy, come over here. I've found something embroidered in your things (he's now in his home clothes). It says: C.E. Are those your initials?"
"Could be." I answer.
"Heather!" she called one of the supervisors inside. "I need a list of names starting with C. Japanese."
"Very well." says Heather and pulls back.
"You can go now, but I would say that we have to address you here somehow. How about Nippon, which translates as Japan." she suggested.
"I know." I say to my and her astonishment.
"But, but you look like you are in first grade at most. You don't learn English at that age in Japan.
"Man, that confuses me. How did I know about Japan? How can that be? I'm at most an elementary school student.I don't understand any of this. "
Without realizing it, I start to cry. One of the supervisors, I think her name is Sue, shows me my room. Since the other children are eating, I have the room to myself.

Now I've been in: St Marias Provence, that's the name of the home. I've also made friends with the other children. We play football a lot, but I always score goals.
"It's good that they don't yet know what Nippon means. What would they stare at me stupidly. Who is called like a country?"
"How are you so good at playing soccer, Nippon?" asks Joey, a little Cuban who no longer has any parents.
“Well, I've been playing that since elementary school.” The others look at me, completely confused.
"What did I say then? The sentence is just like that on my lips, without which I wanted it. It doesn't make sense either, it just sounds familiar to me from somewhere ..."
"Um, I mean, I don't know either." I stutter.... man always look at me skeptically. I hate pretending to be all the time….
"Huh, what has rushed through my head again? Why don't I understand my own thoughts?"
Finally the bell rings, a sign that there is supper, here it is dinner.
After dinner we all sit in the common room. I am walking towards the bookshelf when suddenly an incredibly thick ham sticks my eye. "Sherlock Holmes, The Sign of 4, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, ... Conan. Somehow this name sounds terribly familiar to me. I get a bad headache so that Sue's attention is drawn to me.
"What is it, Nippon?" she asks me.
I just point to the book in silence. "I know this name from somewhere." I answer and point to the 5 letters: C-O-N-A-N.
"Wait a minute, wasn't there a C embroidered on your clothes? Could it be that Conan is your real name?" she asks.
Everything in my head is spinning.I'm slowly starting to believe that this is my real name. Why else should he keep me busy?
"Yes, Conan is my real name." I exclaim.
“Well, wonderful, my little one. Maybe you will remember the rest of it.” I nod, but I already know that it won't be that easy.

"Conan, get up. We're getting high-profile visitors today." With these words, Sue wakes me up. Everyone has to bring their room to a shine today, because 2 very well-known people are coming and everything has to be clean. At 2 o'clock the time has come. The guests have arrived. The home manager welcomes you.
"Man, that must be rich people when they wear such expensive coats." marveled Tom, another boy.
“Things aren't that great either.” I say that with one voice, as if I were used to all this luxury.
"Am I perhaps a child with rich parents if these expensive items don't impress me at all?"
(again the other view)Meanwhile in the home manager's office:
"It is very kind of you to visit us when you have so much to do, Mr. Kudo."
"The books can wait a moment, miss." replied Yusaku Kudo, a famous writer from Japan.
"It goes without saying that we bring the donation over personally." added Yukiko Kudo, a former actress.
"Would you like to take a tour of our home as usual?"
The two wanted. After the leader showed them everything, something else occurred to her. "Sue, go get it * whisper, whisper *, ok?"
"Here he is." Sue answered, pushing a little boy in front of her.
"Our newest member. I thought I'd show him because he's Japanese too. He's got amnesia and the only thing we know is that his name is probably Conan. Well, Conan, don't be shy, shake hands with Kudo's . "
"Conan? No, it can't ..." Yukiko doubted her sanity.But she didn't need to, because she recognized at first glance who was shaking hands with her. "Shi ... Conan, um hello." she stammered. She almost blabbered.
"This attitude that he shows, his watchful eyes, the cheeky demeanor, no doubt, this is my son Shinichi. That is exactly how he behaved when he was 7 years old." thinks Yusaku.
"Um, darling, would you come with me, please? Sorry, but we have something very important to discuss." With that, Yusaku pulled his wife out. Two people looked after them, shaking their heads.
Meanwhile in Tokyo. "You still haven't heard from Conan, Inspector? Ran is driving me crazy with her concern for the boy." asks Kogoro repeatedly.
"Like I said, he couldn't have been in the house that was on fire."
"But he's been missing for over 2 weeks!" yelled Ran.
"At least Shinichi called back then so I didn't have to worry, but Conan….Maybe we should have sent a search message to Shinichi, then at least he would be with me now. "she thought.
"We have to be patient, Mousebody." her father calms her down.
"Have you already informed your parents?" Ran chopped up. She was not deterred. With Shinichi she hadn't even tried to find him, so she won't give up on Conan.
"The phone number does not exist and an address is not given." explains Megure.
"But, the number was on the card that Conan's mother gave me along with the check." Kogoro tried to explain the situation.
"A check? The woman just left her son behind after the brief visit?" Megure wonders after hearing the whole story. (To read: Detective Conan volume 5-6). What do we actually know about Conan? "
"Well, the professor said he was the child of some relatives or acquaintances (the latter is even true * g *).But he doesn't know where they are either. "
"Well, we're doing everything we can." mumbles the inspector.

Again at Shinichi:
"Yukiko, it's him. How did he get here?" the author asks his wife.
"I guess, like the manager said it. Sounds logical anyway. After all, he has no memory. He even forgot his own name. All he remembers is that he called himself Conan at some point. Honey, we can't leave him here. What luck that we went here, because ... "
"What…"
"Because now we can take him with us."
"And how do you want to do that?"
"Quite simply, we adopt him and when that is over we tell him the truth and ..."
"No! Adopting is okay, but why should he know the truth? So that he can go back to Japan and get shot by these guys? I know Shinichi and I'm sure he won't just sit around, but himself rather put in mortal danger. ""Very well. We don't tell him, not even that we are his real parents?"
"He'll get used to it. Adoption is going to be a little faster with us, you know that he's going to be fine with us."
"Ok honey, let's go in there and tell him."
Yusaku knocked on the door.
"Um, my wife and I ... we have decided to adopt the little one. Unfortunately we are in a bit of a hurry, so it would be very nice of you if we could sort it out this week."
"I think that's very kind of you. Well, I know he's going to have a good time. But may I ask why you absolutely want to adopt another child? You already have a son, don't you?"
"Yes, but he's grown up and lives in Japan and since we see him so