wandered around her apartment and looked around. None of this looked at home. The apartment was isolated, no one should recognize her for who she really was. Mizunashi Rena, the news anchor for Nichiuri TV. But was she really then? A reporter? Hidemi Hondou, the daughter and sister? The CIA agent who became a spy as a result of absurd events? Or Kir, the member of the black organization? Did she even remember who she was? Who was she really loyal to? Her cell phone rang and she recognized the name on the display.

"Yes.", She spoke up and then recognized the icy voice of her chief agent."Kir. We have a mission.", Gin informed her about it.
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The man who was completely dressed in black approached the man with the helmet and uniform.

"It's over. I know your identity, I know who you really are. You have always fought in the background against us without us noticing anything. But now your game is over, you would-be hero." Said the shape.

His opponent just laughed demonstratively.

"Who do you think I am? I have already seen through you and your organization that you lead. And I also know your identity, it has not remained hidden from me. But that there is actually an old friend behind this masking ... I can do it don't believe. ", he sighed.

The man in front of him took off his hat and revealed his face. The face of the leader of the organization that the hero was dying to smash.

"So I was right! You are the leader of this organization! Baron Potato!" The hero roared angrily.

Baron Potato laughed out loud and glared at his enemy.

"Yeah, and this is going to be our final battle! Came Yaiba!"

Next came an attack by the villain and the famous Yaiba kick from his opponent. Then a fade-in with the title and an ornate '2'.

"Yaaaaaaaaaa! Came Yaiba!"

"The movie.", Mitsuhiko corrected.

"The second film.", Genta improved again.

Mitsuhiko made a defiant grimace.

"Actually it's the third one," said a voice next to the two of them.

The two boys and Ayumi stuck their heads in that direction.

"It's actually the third because there was a pilot 7 years ago, which resulted in the series. I saw it then, but of course the effects weren't as good as they are now," she informed Conan Edogawa.

The Detective Boys' looks changed from questioning to disbelief.

"Back then? But ... then you were just a baby Conan-kun.", Mitsuhiko objected.

It took a while for Conan to realize Phopa. The girl next to him started giggling as usual.

"Help me," he hissed at her, but Ai Haibara pretended she hadn't heard anything.

"Uhh ... I mean, my parents recorded the video for me, I watched it a year ago," he explained quickly. The Detective Boys sighed and then turned back to the trailer.

"But isn't it interesting?" Ai whispered in the little detective's ear.

Conan just looked at her confused.

"Well, you and this Kamen Yaiba have a lot in common.", She replied with a grin, but Conan didn't respond.

He got up from the couch and trotted toward the kitchen. He also heard an interim report on the TV about an access by the police, which annoyed the children.

"Conan-kun bring me some soda.", Ayumi asked, wiping her forehead.It was hot, everyone felt the heat on this July day.

"Me a Coke," added Mitsuhiko.

"Me curry rice.", Genta also said.

Conan ignored the latter fluently. Apart from the fact that he had no idea where to get curry rice at this time of day, Genta's repeated requests got on his mind. He would never learn, it had become a habit, a routine. Just like his. He didn't feel strange about spending time with these children anymore, he had gotten used to it. They had grown dear to him and that was one thing above all. Bad. What he was leading here wasn't his life, not his real life. He wasn't Conan Edogawa, not really. He was Shinichi Kudo a high school student and detective. It had already been more than a year and a half since he and his girlfriend Ran had visited Tropical Land and were crushed there by Gin and his accomplice Vodka. Gin had given him an experimental poison, the so-called apoptoxin4869, which put him in the state of a 7-year-old. Since then he has lived with Ran and her father, but with one goal only. Track down the guys who did this to him. He managed to get close to these two gangsters several times, mainly with the help of Shiho Miyano, a former member of this organization. Then he also met the FBI, which gave him great support. And then it was almost there. He had succeeded Wermut in luring an agent of this very organization into a trap. It was planned that she should lead him to the boss of those black guys. Anokata.

Conan didn't know whether this person also had an alias, or whether anyone even knew his real one. That person.

Yes, it was the person he really needed to find. This was the only way he had a chance to smash this organization and regain its old form. But wormwood had escaped, luckily not leaving behind without valuable clues. On the one hand, the cell phone number of her boss, whose key tones sounded like an old nursery rhyme. And then the connection to the news anchor Mizunashi Rena, who also turned out to be an agent, if not for the FBI, but for the American secret service CIA. She continued to investigate covertly in the ranks of the organization, but under observation. Then the incident at the Toto Tower. He almost managed to get a memory chip with all the important agent names. The organization's agent, Irish, had disguised himself as superindentent Matsumoto to catch the serial killer who accidentally got hold of the valuable item. But everything ended differently, with Irish's death and the destruction of the chip. Then the urgent news from Rena that another agent had entered the field.

Code name: Bourbon.

who was he?What did Conan already know about him? He was good at gathering information, a true strategist. Straight to ... like a detective. Conan remembered the case in the mall. The man with the burn scar. He had managed to solve the case for the red T-shirts with ease, so who was he? Vermouth in disguise? No, it didn't have to be. Even Irish had been brilliant at slipping into someone else's shoes. So how much did bourbon already know? Already about him, Conan thought ...

Vermouth, Irish, bourbon ... Whom near him could he trust, were they really all who they claimed to be?

The doorbell is ringing. Conan rummaged for his cell phone, his two to be precise. One belonged to seventh grader Conan Edogawa, but the other belonged to student detective Shinichi Kudo. But this time it was the little boy's.

"Yes hello?" He answered like normal.

Brief silence. Then a sigh of relief.

"Conan Edogawa?" Asked a dull, just too metallic voice.

Conan's eyes narrowed, had they been distorted by a computer?

"Yes, what can I do for you?" He wanted to know and hesitantly waited for the answer.

A hoarse chuckle.

"Better ask what I can do for you," he replied.

Conan swallowed.

"Who's there?" He asked sharply.

Another short silence.

"You will find out later. But I have a riddle for you little detective.", The voice finally revealed.

Conan pressed his lips together and tried to figure it out.

"So listen carefully and don't forget any detail, do you hear? It's vital to you. It starts with a story. Sherlock Holmes felt lonely. He was intelligent, but no one could share his intellect. So he visited Herculet Poirot. Then learned both that Kindaichi Kosuke was in the same town and they decided to go out to celebrate. Amazingly, Kindaichi-sama suggested going to a church instead of a pub because he was actually on his way to see an old friend, Father Brown. Kindaichi-sama had already seen many crimes and wanted to talk to the father about them. So the three of them went to the church and to be cleansed of their sins. ", The story of the man ended.

He left behind a very confused Conan Edogawa.

"If you solve this riddle, we'll see you shortly.", Said the stranger and hung up.

Conan frowned and tried to put what had been said into context. Who was the man? Or was it even a woman? He had no clues, even the number was suppressed, as he now noticed.

"What is Shinichi?" Asked Professor Agasa when he noticed his friend's depressed state.

Conan couldn't say anything, even when Shiho stepped in front of him he just stammered.

"Code ... puzzles ... I don't know ..."

Shiho gave him a mocking look."Are you working on a case again? Our little Holmes doesn't seem to know what to do this time." Smiled.

There it was again. A flash of lightning shot through the little detective.

"Excuse me, I'll be back in a few hours. Keep the children busy.", He asked the two of them and Shiho and the professor looked after him doubtfully.

Conan had left the house and logged into the Internet via cell phone.

It was logical to assume that Sherlock Holmes was referring to himself. But what about the rest? He goggled for Herculet Poirot and remembered the cafe just below the Mori detective agency. No, that would have been too easy. Sherlock Holmes was referring to one person, and all of the people in the puzzle were on the move. It was logical to assume that the rest of the names also referred to people. Conan wasn't wrong. He looked at a picture of Herculet Poirot, the somewhat plump detective of Agatha Christie. Was it a coincidence? No, impossible. The colorful coat, the old-fashioned estate, and even the mustache were clear. The image of detectives reminded him too strongly of an acquaintance. Namely to Inspector Megure. So what should he do? Go to the inspector? Did this perhaps know something? No, out of the question. The people in the puzzle were headed for a specific goal.

"Poirot… Megure…. Meguro!"

Conan looked for a city map in Tokyo, Meguro was one of the outer boroughs. He could reach the district by train in an