May 3, 2002, 19:30. This is the first golden day in May.
In the first-class VIP lounge of the international flight at Tokyo International Airport, Yu Fujiwara, who had just gotten off work from the Metropolitan Police Department, was lying comfortably on the soft sofa with his eyes closed and meditating while wearing black sunglasses.
You ask why he showed up at the airport? Of course he wasn't here to arrest criminals who were about to flee overseas. He came to the airport this time to go to New York to investigate Kudo Yukiko. He finally got a hold of her schedule. As an activist, he naturally couldn't let her go.
Live this hard-won opportunity.
The nearly thirteen-hour plane journey made Fujiwara Yuu feel a little frustrated living in a limited space. He never liked traveling long distances, and it felt uncomfortable to be forcibly restricted in his range of activities.
At the same time, he is also very glad that he does not have ADHD. If he had this disease, it would probably cause a huge psychological shadow to the crew.
"Hello, Mr. Takaji, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. It's dinner time now, do you need any food?" The ANA stewardess squatted aside politely and asked in a low voice, which was only the volume of two people.
Fujiwara Yu had originally boarded the plane on an empty stomach. His last meal was a sandwich and coffee purchased at a convenience store six hours ago. He reached out to take the menu handed by the flight attendant and saw that the recommended dish turned out to be fried golden-eye sea bream.
After the fish, her face could not help but darken.
There were many fish dishes on the menu, so he had to avoid all fish dishes containing
I ordered a few dishes with the word "fish" in it. After solving the problem of food and clothing, Fujiwara Yuu did not have any leisure to sit in the first-class seat and watch a movie. He took out the eye mask from his backpack, closed the curtains and felt comfortable.
Lie on your seat to catch up on your sleep.
The extremely long flight was spent in sleep. An hour before the plane landed, he didn't forget to get up and wash himself. After making sure that his appearance was fine, he went back to his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
During this period, he had been keeping a close eye on Itakura Taku's every move. Just half a month ago, he took the initiative to dial the mysterious number, and he had a new round of conversations with the person suspected of being Belmod.
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"Who are you?" This is what Itakura Taku couldn't help but ask on the phone. Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows after hearing this. Apparently, he didn't expect Itakura Taku to have such a tough side and asked.
Something I also want to know.
But the woman's answer next made Fujiwara Yuu puzzled.——
"raisethedeadagaireamoftime." We are gods and demons, because we want to go against the flow of time and revive the dead.
Fujiwara Yu really couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and when he meowed before hanging up the phone, he clearly felt the mysterious woman's impatience.
Going against the flow of time and resurrecting the dead. This kind of thing is too science fiction. Is the purpose of the organization just to resurrect the dead?
Fujiwara Yu stretched his body lazily. He didn't think there were such magical things in this world. Even if there were cases like his, everyone couldn't come from another world.
He shook his head and did not continue to think about the meaning of this sentence. He wanted to find out the exact identity of the mysterious woman. He should have the opportunity to ask Kudo Yukiko when he saw her today.
Now that I am wearing the shell of a CIA agent, it is not impossible to use some inappropriate tricks.
Following the cabin announcement, the flight finally arrived at JFK International Airport. He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and strode towards the parking lot.
Yin Sen Bentang worked very efficiently. He prepared the vehicle and also placed sandwiches and canned coffee on the passenger seat. He knew his habit of taking long-distance flights, and even wrote on the note: Don’t drink on an empty stomach.
coffee.
If he hadn't joined the CIA, he would have been a very competent father. Fujiwara Yu didn't start the car in a hurry and started eating the sandwich in small bites. He obediently waited until the sandwich was almost gone before pulling the tab of the can of coffee and gathering
Before he even took a sip, he suddenly put down the coffee in his hand and threw himself on the passenger seat.
Wait, why are they here?! The black-haired boy not far away who is making calls on his mobile phone is none other than Kudo Shinichi, who aspires to become a Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era. He is looking for his mother's car in confusion, without asking him in advance.
Telling yourself this news is really unreliable.
The girl with high bangs who looked like a curious baby next to him was naturally his childhood sweetheart Mao Lilan. She was obviously a little excited, and while looking around, she took out her mobile phone to take pictures.
Fujiwara Yu quickly took out the black top hat used for camouflage from his backpack. After putting it on, he did not forget to put on his sunglasses. He carefully poked his head out to observe the two people here and murmured to himself: "...
…Could it be that Kudo Yukiko went to the theater to take them to watch the show?" Tsk, this is a bit troublesome.
Kudo Shinichi's insight cannot be underestimated, and his poor disguise skills can only deceive people who are not familiar with him. Now that he has been in contact with Kudo so many times, it is inevitable that he will recognize him.
It would be troublesome if he recognized him. He didn't want to involve minors in this dirty and dark side of society.
After a while, a silver-gray Jaguar e-type slowly parked in front of the two of them. After the privacy glass window was rolled down, Kudo Yukiko, who was sitting in the driver's seat, smiled and said hello: "Long time no see.
Xiaolan, you are more beautiful than the last time we met!"
"Long time no see, you are still as young and beautiful as before~" Mao Lilan leaned down and said with a smile, which she usually didn't know how to use
"Auntie" came to say hello, because Xinyi's mother didn't like such a title.
"Shin-chan, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and put all your luggage in the trunk. You really have no eyesight!" Kudo Shinichi looked at the two large suitcases speechlessly. He sometimes doubted whether he was in person.
, every time Xiaolan is present, his sense of presence will disappear, and even all the hard work and errands will be handed over to him.
He opened the trunk of the car with dissatisfaction and stuffed the two suitcases in. After a moment of hesitation, he opened the passenger seat and sat in. He was still too embarrassed to squeeze in with Xiaolan.
After Fujiwara Yu, who was lying in the car, noticed the Jaguar e-type driving away, he stood up and dialed Yin Sen Hondo's phone number. Now that these two brats were around, he couldn't go according to the original plan.
"Hey, Herbert, it's me."
"What's wrong? Isn't it still early before the agreed time?"
"The plan has changed, and someone unexpected has appeared here."