and walked a few steps before he paused.

"Oh yes, what was your second question?" He remembered.

Okiya bowed her head a little.

"Have you ever heard ... the name ... Masumi Sera?" He wanted to know.

Akai narrowed his eyes and seemed to think for a moment.

"No, that name doesn't mean anything to me.", he replied and then left Okiya.

This had fallen into a freeze, apparently he was thinking hard.
Shinjuku 5 years ago - Akemi Miyano's apartment
"I hope it tastes good," said the young woman and her boyfriend took a long drink.

"It's delicious," Dai replied cheerfully. A smile crossed Akemi's face.

But you could tell that something weighed on her soul. Dai didn't break her gaze until it began by itself.

"So ... is it difficult? I know gin is a nasty guy. And dangerous," she mumbled now.

Dai put a hand on her shoulder, lovingly.

"Don't worry about me. We are both in the process of making friends."

That was probably the biggest and most transparent lie the undercover agent had ever used. What about that woman? Why couldn't he be with her as usual? How in his job? Akemi had become important to him, too important. That couldn't be.

When she suddenly laughed, he knew that she had taken his lie as a joke.

"Tell me ... this gin is a big animal, isn't it?" He asked casually.

Akemi nodded in agreement.

"Yes, apart from him, there should only be a handful of agents of the same rank. And then of course there is him ... Anokata."

Her expression fell and Dai hated herself for it. Still, he couldn't give up now.

"And you really don't know anything about him? What about your parents?" He asked and gave his girlfriend the time she needed.

"Well ... my father was a friend of his, they should have known each other for a long time," she revealed.

Dai nodded slowly.

"And he never mentioned his name?" He seemed surprised.

Akemi shook her head.

"No, he wasn't allowed to. He always used a kind of nickname, at least that's what I think," she said.

Dai was now looking directly into her eyes.

"Do you remember what it was?" He asked.

Akemi's melancholy of thinking about her deceased parents in this situation.

"Well, he just called him ... Professor," she confessed.

Dai raised his eyebrows.

"Professor?"
part 3

Fox and wolf
Haido, FBI Provisional Headquarters in Japan - Front Entrance
André Camel was tired. He had been on duty last night, but no one got close enough to the building. The wear and tear, as he put it. When they moved into the building, there wasn't even any toilet paper here. Camel's first job was to get alarm systems, technical equipment, weapons supplies and of course toilet paper. An inglorious task. He wondered if he was selected for ruining a major FBI operation four years ago. Until today he could not believe it. He had fallen for a clumsy trick, the old man had been paid. If it had stayed quiet, he wouldn't have to keep a watch in this place today.Then the organization would have been busted back then. But he had screwed it up, made himself a joke, had fallen out of favor. He knew that helping to reintroduce Mizunashi Rena into the organization was not enough. He was under no illusions, no matter how naive he was. Should he have given up everything back then? Quit the FBI and live with the shame? Or pull yourself together and help to arrest the organization? When he assumed Agent Akai had been killed, guilt nearly overwhelmed him. It would have been his fault in a double sense. Then he was suddenly back in the toilet, his colleague's reflection reflected right in front of him. This man looked exactly like Shuichi Akai, but he had his doubts. Jodie believed it right away, no she wanted to believe it. André Camel asked himself every day whether he was a good FBI agent or not. This question should be answered automatically in a moment. He was facing Agent Kyle Craig, a blond in his thirties with a thick mustache. He was about to give him a sign that his replacement was there, and it happened. A loud bang, a shot. A bullet penetrated Craig's chest and he fell to the ground. Camel froze in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Asked a voice. It belonged to Vince Saunders, he and Camel worked in the same office. He had flown to Japan with a dozen other agents after Mizunashi Rena was due to be relocated. Camel saw the red search grid around Saunder's heart and sprinted over to him. He jerked him to the ground, but it was already too late. The stranger fired and Camel felt a bullet penetrate his shoulder and cause a hell of a burn. Saunders wanted to move, but Camel wouldn't let him.

"Stay down!" He ordered and fished for his cell phone with his good arm.

"Camel here! We're at the front gate, under attack! Federal agent injured, I repeat, there is one injured. Well ... two."
Haido, FBI Provisional Headquarters in Japan - James Black's office
The supervising special agent had opened his eyes wide. What did his colleague say?

"Hey Camel-kun! Camel-kun, can you hear me?" He yelled into the phone. It was also turned on and Conan and Jodie were shocked to look at.

"You found ... us," the agent muttered in disbelief.

Conan clenched his fists. What was going on here? An attack by the organization? It was dangerous and reckless. Even if it was a surprise attack, each of the FBI agents was well trained and there were about two dozen. So how many people did they have out there? 20? 30? Everything the organization could offer? No, it didn't make any sense. To attack the FBI so openly, provocation or not. You have never been so open, what were you after?The lives of as many agents as possible? No, that would be an open declaration of war against the entire federal authorities, it would be pure self-destruction. After what then? It had to be something that was worth sacrificing people for, let alone imprisonment. Shuichi Akai? But why?

"He was Gin's partner, the organization fears him because he was able to gather a lot of information."

Conan remembered Bourbon's words, but it still made no sense. They knew that Akai was in the Haido Central Hospital, if they had wanted to kill him, they could have done it there too. Hell, they even managed to smuggle bombs into the building. Was her ... was Gin's obsession ready to take such a risk? It was the case with bourbon, but only because Akai had killed his fiancée, right? Was he the reason? Retribution? No, the organization eliminated him itself when he became a threat. Vengeance couldn't be the motive. Mizunashi Rena's records? Nonsense, a large number of agents already knew the information on it. In addition, it did not contain any names or factual facts.

"All available agents should be posted outside, including Jodie-kun." James decided. The woman followed and left the room, gun drawn.

The old agent hesitantly looked at the shrunken detective.

"Is something?" He wanted to know.

Conan looked up at him.

"Something is wrong. I think ..."

Then the time came. One of his flashes of inspiration.
Haido, FBI Provisional Headquarters in Japan - West Side
Like lambs to the slaughter. Cognac had loved this blond guy's clueless face when the bullet hit his chest. Should he have aimed at the heart? It didn't matter whether he was dead or alive. The wolf and fox game had its own rules. Cognac was a marksman, that's why he'd been recruited. He'd learned later that he wasn't the only one in his unit. He was surprised to see Korn again, even if they had never spoken to each other much before. But then they had worked together again, albeit for a different faction. Korn was dead now, but nothing had changed. Cognac did this to try it out, to prove something to itself. Two dozen FBI agents? Gladly, it would be fun. Finally a challenge, finally he could prove what he was capable of. There was one! A lamb walked in the dark, gun drawn. He was alone, the perfect victim. Cognac didn't have to kill him for the mission, but he still felt the sudden occurrence of blasting this guy's turnip away. He pulled her gun and ... what was that? That burning sensation down his cheek? A ball? Was someone aiming at him? Impossible, not on him the great marksman who had his surroundings perfectly under control.But it had happened. Cognac holed up behind a niche in the wall and looked ahead. There was someone. Not just the clueless guy. This was just sent away by a guy with a dark shirt and black jacket. He wore a woolen hat and had Cognac's position in his sights. Was that ... yes, it couldn't be otherwise. Korn's murderer! The former member Rye, for whom the organization practically offered a bounty. Cognac grinned stupidly and stupidly. God was gracious to him, it was his lucky day. Shuichi Akai was standing just a few feet away. Without cover, just like the big prize that you could just win. According to Korn, he had managed to hit Gin with a precision rifle at a distance of 700 yards. Considerable. If he killed Shuichi Akai, he was the hero, everyone would have respect for him. His partner, gin, scotch and of course the boss. He would rise and everyone would look up to him. He just had to hit his target. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. Then he jumped around the corner and pointed his weapon forward. His goal was gone. There was no trace of Shuichi Akai. Cognac opened his eyes, and in time he took cover again. The bullets from Akai's clock penetrated the wall just inches away from him.

"It's you Rye, isn't it? The Japanese Jack Bauer, right?" He tried to sound funny to calm himself down. He pointed his weapon to the left and fired. But there was no goal. Akai was moving too fast, Cognac cursing considering he hadn't explored the area better before. Rye probably knew every spot here.

"Offer!" The FBI agent called out to him.

Cognac reacted in surprise.

"You present yourself, then nobody will have to die today."