The Split-Actress in Conan's World

It was already 3:30 in the morning when the three of them drove to Kenbashi Station. After all, Kenbashi and Nagano are almost located at the easternmost and westernmost parts of Tokyo.

There was no one to be seen in the suburbs at night. This station was newly built and had not yet been opened to traffic. A cold rain was falling from the sky and the biting cold wind was howling, tilting the rain curtain.

The raindrops hit the roof of the car, making irregular knocking sounds. Outside the window, the heavy rain fell on the concrete floor, dripping like a terrible symphony. However, it was this sense of lack of rhythm that made people more relaxed.

Glenfiddich was sure that Gin's breathing had become more even.

He lit a cigarette, leaned over to the front seat, and turned up the frequency of the air filtration system.

Vodka took out an umbrella from under the seat, got off the bus and went to the station. He carried a gun with him, so he could kill that guy Itakura Taku as soon as he showed up, and then drove away from get off work.

There was still at least half an hour before Itakura Taku was scheduled to keep his appointment. Seeing that Gin still had no intention of opening his eyes, Glenfiddich took out his cell phone and discussed the details of the plan with the person who sent the message.

You know, although he took over the power of the organization's boss, he did not take over the assets. He was still very envious of the boss's valuable belongings.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Vodka came back holding an umbrella, looking a little depressed.

"That guy Itakura Taku broke his promise, and there's no one at the station."

There is no such thing as being late in organizational activities. Failure to arrive on time will be considered a breach of appointment, so they cannot wait any longer.

He opened the car door and carefully put away his umbrella, not letting even a drop of water fall into the car, then took some paper from the car and wiped the soles of his shoes.

Gin finally opened his eyes and spoke his first words after three hours.

"Go to Rum to verify the information. Something seems amiss."

Glenfiddich understood what he meant. If There was nothing wrong with Itakura Taku, he would not break the appointment so easily. But if there was something wrong with him and he led them here, it was impossible for him not to have made any arrangements.

But Vodka stayed in the station for half an hour and nothing happened, which was very strange.

Vodka nodded and called Rum.

"He said he just received news that Itakura Taku was found dead in the studio at 4pm."

Grenfiddich sneered: "Then the person who just called us must be a ghost."

"Drive away from here first, and let Rum find out the intelligence before sending out the mission." Gin sat up straight, looking much better. He said in a cold voice, "If this level of mistake occurs during the elimination, the loss will not be as simple as wasting some time."

The black Porsche 356A went away in the rain.

Itakura Taku died half a day ago, so who made that call and what was the purpose?

At the same time, at Dr. Agasa's house.

Conan was fiddling with a diary, and there was a USB flash drive on the table next to him.

Of course, he was the one who made the call.

In the afternoon, Uncle Maori received a commission regarding the death of Itakura Taku. Conan found these two things while investigating Itakura Taku's body, and was surprised to find that this man was actually related to the group of people in the organization.

So he secretly took away the two items. After solving the case, he and Dr. Agasa went to Itakura Taku's residence in Nagano to search. It was at that time that he received a call from Vodka.

He used a bow-tie voice changer to disguise himself as Itakura Taku and tricked Vodka into running to the other side of Tokyo, providing an opportunity for his search.

In fact, he could have used this phone call to get closer to Vodka and Gin and take the risk to get more information, but that was too risky. He had lost every gamble so far, so this time he learned his lesson and was completely satisfied with getting the diary and the USB drive.

As long as you are not greedy, you will not lose.

Dr. Agasa stood nearby, drowsy, nodding his head from time to time and emitting huge bubbles of snot.

"Why did you call me here so late?" After waiting for a long time, Chiyoko finally pushed the door open, yawning.

"Finally here." Conan handed him the USB drive, "Help me decipher this thing. Be careful not to connect to the Internet."

Chiyoko raised her eyebrows, took out her terminal, plugged in the USB drive, and the screen went black, revealing a penguin with a cold expression.

"Penguin? Where did you get that thing?"

He looked at Conan curiously.

"It was a coincidence. I was afraid that this thing might have a virus, so I didn't dare to open it casually after I got it. See if you can fix it."

"Simple."

Chiyoko casually typed a series of English words, and the penguin soon gave a sarcastic smile and quietly left.

"How come you are so skilled?" Conan was surprised.

"This is a virus program used by the organization to encrypt files. If you enter an error, it will self-destruct and clear the contents. The people in my lab used this to save their experimental records."

Chiyoko said lightly.

"But you are not..."

"Will you guard against an experimental subject who cannot resist?" Chiyoko glanced at him.

"......" Conan choked.

"They don't know how to do it either, so I saw it every time I entered the password."

Not long after, he operated the terminal and took a quick look.

"Well, there's nothing useful here. It's just some industries operated by organizations behind the scenes, and some black materials about certain people... There's also some concepts about the Superman Project."

Seeing him sorting and organizing the documents, Conan handed the diary to him with confidence and looked through it himself.

This diary records the inner struggle of Itakura Taku under the threats and inducements since two years ago when the organization visited him. On the one hand, he was afraid of the power displayed by the organization, and on the other hand, he could not bear the uneasiness of his conscience. However, the conditions offered by the organization were also impossible for him to refuse.

He lived in fear all day long, uneasily enjoying the material comforts that all this brought him, while at the same time worrying that one day he would be eliminated by those lawless guys.

On the last page of the diary, he wrote a few lines of invisible text in special ink that would only appear under ultraviolet light.

"We can be both God and the Devil."

"Since we are trying to raise the dead against the stream of time."

Conan looked at the two lines of English with a serious expression.

At this moment, the light in the room was suddenly turned on, and Huihara Ai walked in rubbing her eyes and looked at them indifferently.

"What are you doing here so late at night?"

Conan smiled awkwardly. He chose to ask Chiyo to investigate with him after she fell asleep just to avoid making this woman worry. He didn't expect to be caught red-handed.

Haibara Ai walked over, glanced at the diary in his hand, and silently read out the English meaning on it.

"We are both God and the devil."

"Because we want to reverse the flow of time and bring the dead back to life."

"Where did you get this stuff? This is what the organization asked me to develop Drug A."

Conan was stunned. "Isn't the effect of drug A to restore youth, and the ultimate hope is immortality?"

"Rejuvenation and immortality are just incidental effects. From the very beginning, the purpose of this medicine is to resurrect the dead." Haibara Ai leaned closer to Chiyoko and looked at the terminal in his hand.

"Superman Project, what is this plan?"

Chiyoko was unable to dodge and she still saw part of the content. He could only laugh dryly: "Maybe it's some new plan of the organization..."

Huibara Ai narrowed her eyes and looked into his amber eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Whatever you want, I'm going back to bed anyway."

There seemed to be ripples in her eyes. She yawned again, turned around and walked out, leaving behind these words.

Chiyoko breathed a sigh of relief.

Conan wondered, "Why didn't you tell her?"

"...I don't know, I just can't say it for some reason." Chiyoko was silent for a while and said with some annoyance.

Conan found it hard to understand this mentality, so he shrugged, took the terminal from him, and began to check the classified information.

Outside the door, Huihara Ai crossed her arms. When she heard that there was no more conversation in the room, her lake-blue eyes dimmed and she started walking back to her room.

Holding the little shark plush doll she bought last time she went shopping, she tossed and turned in bed but couldn't fall asleep.

She took out the medicine box containing the antidote from under the pillow, shook it gently, and heard a crisp collision sound. She felt a little relieved and put the medicine box back.

After all, she couldn't sleep, so she simply got out of bed, held Little Shark in her arms, sat in front of the computer and turned it on.

The bright blue light shining from the screen was particularly dazzling in the dark room, but Haibara Ai was already used to it. At this point in time, no inappropriate guy would barge in and turn on the lights on his own.

It's not that she likes darkness, but she feels safe in this environment where she doesn't have to worry about strange things jumping out of some corner. She is not used to an environment that is too bright.

He casually opened the data he had summarized, and there was a whole row of data that was almost all Chiyoko's physical data, as well as the changes in his blood composition, nerve reaction speed, and other data after he took the antidote.

Below are several pieces of data belonging to her. Comparing the two, Chiyoko's data is not much different from hers, that is to say, his body is no different from that of ordinary people.

The only thing worth noting is that his hair grows automatically every time he grows older, but hers and Kudo's do not.

This growth is the only abnormality. Even if he turns back into a child, the hair that grows back will not recover. He has to cut it off himself every time to maintain his current short hair.

If she had to say, this strange situation gave her the feeling that—

The one that becomes bigger is "Gin", and the one that becomes smaller is "Chiyo Hikari".

She closed her eyes slightly, took out her cell phone, hugged Little Shark tighter, and made a call.

"beep--"

"beep--"

The phone rang for a while before it was connected. It was very quiet on the other end, with only the faintest sound of breathing and the occasional sound of rain.

Unusually, that person didn't speak first, but Huibara Ai didn't care. Since he didn't speak, she would do it.

"Is it beyond your expectation that I am safe and sound?"

no respond.

Huiyuan Ai was not annoyed, she chuckled and said: "Well, I have a good eye, and the partners I choose are reliable. I am much better than you in this respect, isn't it?"

The rain is falling.

"If you don't want to talk, forget it. It's indeed wrong of me to disturb you so late at night, but I want something. Can you send me the information about the Superman Project?"

"clatter--"

The call was hung up.

Haibara Ai raised her eyebrows, looked at the phone screen and sighed.

Not long after, an email was sent to her mobile phone.

She clicked it and saw the tip of the iceberg of this crazy plan.

Cloning technology...

Human experiments...

Brain development...

The more you read, the more shocking it becomes.

She calmed down her anger, tried to stay calm, and checked the experimental logs purposefully.

37, 37......

Have it.

A cold photo appeared in her eyes. It was a silver-haired boy lying on a laboratory table, tied up in a straitjacket.

Despite having all the characteristics of Gin, that man has nothing to do with Gin.

There was none of the laziness and spirituality that she was familiar with in those beautiful amber eyes; a more appropriate adjective would be lifeless, or even distracted. His already fair skin was paler than that of ordinary people, revealing an unspeakable morbidity. His arms with distinct tendons did not show strength, but were instead contaminated by the paleness.

Huihara Ai pursed her lips.

This experimental log records the contents of more than four years of experiments.

【5.3】

[Endurance limit test begins]

【5.4】

[The stimulation of bone fracture and flesh cutting was far from enough to reach the endurance limit, and was far from reaching the limit of the experimental subject's recovery ability. Later, 20A current stimulation was tried, and the effect was significant. The experimental subject was mentally distracted and had a physiological incontinence reaction, but did not lose consciousness.]

【5.5】

[After treatment, it was found that the experimental subjects did not rely on conventional disinfection methods. Alcohol and iodine solution were difficult to produce effects. The burning disinfection method was tested to be effective. It was determined that the cell activity was too high.]

【5.6】

[After a second test with increased current, it was found that the minimum current that caused the subject to faint was 27.85A. It was also found that after the subject lost consciousness, the self-recovery rate of the wound slowed down significantly. This amazing recovery ability can actually be controlled by will, which is truly a miracle.]

【5.7】

[After 131 hours of water deprivation testing, the test subject showed symptoms of mania and a surge in aggression, but did not lose mobility due to dehydration. Obviously, this is far from the limit. After preliminary observation, it was decided to extend it for another 20 hours.]

This is just a brief record of a certain period of time. There are more than a thousand logs like this, and more than thirty experimental subjects like this.

Huibara Ai covered her mouth and could not speak.

At the end of the data of Experimental Subject No. 37, there is a conclusion like this.

【1.24】

[Expecting the end of my life, I am preparing to participate in the APTX series of experiments to observe its efficacy]

[The experimental subject has taken the medicine]

[The subject struggled violently, and his power control ability was completely out of control. He almost broke free from his straitjacket. His skin became red and hot, his heart rate increased dramatically, and his internal organs were overloaded. He lost consciousness after 48 minutes, and his body stopped moving after 63 minutes. He was judged to be brain dead after 65 minutes.]

【Summary of Experiment No. 37】

[This experiment is the closest to success. The experimental subject has perfect intelligence, and its body ability is infinitely close to the genetic source. It is highly adaptable to transformation and has even surpassed all the experimental subjects so far. However, due to the lifespan of the clone, it cannot be put into mass production, and it has no response to the brain development experiment.]

Maybe we need to change the path

Haibara Ai stood there in a daze, feeling that those few words were particularly glaring.

"Determined to be brain dead."

Chiyo already died once, because of her medicine.

Chiyo was reborn again because of her medicine.