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The sun poured in from outside the window, and before Conan opened his eyes, he heard the chirping of birds outside the window.

He opened his eyes in a little confusion, saw the familiar ceiling above his head, and unconsciously stared blankly.

here is……

Memories of before he passed out flooded his mind, and Conan sat up abruptly: "Sister Xiaolan!"

"Scared me to death." Xiaolan just opened the door and came in, and almost trembled when she heard the sound, "Conan Jun, did you have a nightmare?"

Conan stared blankly at Xiaolan who came in wearing an apron. The moment the door opened, he could smell the aroma of bacon and fried eggs outside the house.

All of this is so routine that people can't help but relax their tense nerves.

...if they weren't on the verge of world destruction.

"Conan-kun?" Xiaolan looked at Conan in confusion from sitting up to standing up, without responding to any words, and opened the curtain to look outside.

Mihua Town in the early morning is full of singing birds and fragrant flowers. The scenery is not beautiful, but it is also quiet and peaceful.

Conan took out his phone again and searched for news online, but there was no report of them being trapped in the game before, no disaster news, nothing.

Even the date is set back by a full 3 days.

"I said Conan!" Xiaolan grabbed Conan's phone displeased, "Children can't play with their phones in the morning, it's time to wash up! Have breakfast!"

"Eh..." Conan subconsciously wanted to keep his phone, but he didn't dare to disobey the already angry Xiaolan, so he said awkwardly, "Got it, I'll be here soon."

What exactly is going on……

He was obviously in the floor-to-ceiling windows of a building before.

Conan's face was messy, and even the washing was done by reflex, and he was still thinking about these things until he sat at the dining table.

"What exactly is going on……"

"What's the matter? Worried about the final grade?" Mori Kogoro, who was reading the newspaper, asked casually.

"No... By the way, uncle, have you received an invitation from Schindler's company or Sister Yuanzi?" Conan asked, remembering something.

If time really went back three days, then today should be the date when Uncle Maori received Sonoko's invitation to participate in Cocoon's exhibition and the invitation letter was sent home.

"What? Do you want to play there, kid? It's a pity that you don't have this luck. There seems to be something wrong inside Schindler's company. Now the virtual game cabin press conference has been postponed indefinitely, and the stock has plummeted." Maori said. The newspapers on the table were spread out on the dining table, with a gloating face, "Fortunately, I didn't buy the shares of this company. Oh, the stockholders have suffered a lot."

Conan didn't care about the possibility of arousing Maori's suspicion, so he picked up the newspaper and checked it. As expected, he saw the internal division of Schindler's company in the headline, which was suspected to be related to the report of the suicide of a young genius ten years ago.

Changed, it all changed.

At this time, the phone rang, and Conan glanced at the name of the caller, and quickly jumped off the chair and ran outside.

Mori Kogoro: "Boy, where are you going without eating!?"

"Ah... Ayumi and the others are looking for me, I'll go out for a while!"

"Oh." Maori was stunned for a moment, then turned and continued to read his newspaper.

On the other side, after running out, Conan quickly connected the phone: "Mr. Akai."

"Conan-kun, fortunately you are fine." Akai Shuichi's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"What's going on with you? The time seems to have returned to three days ago."

"Well, I know," Akai Shuichi said on the other side of the phone, "I investigated the current situation just now, and found that something is wrong. What happened before is gone."

"what?"

"It just disappeared completely, as if it never happened. For example, there was no trace of an explosion at the place where we caught gin before," Hideichi Akai said calmly, "I asked Judy, and they also They don't remember it happening, and they don't know that we were trapped in a game, that the world was on the brink of destruction."

Conan remembered the usual expressions of Uncle Mori and Xiaolan.

"I don't know how many people remember it, maybe the only ones who remember all this are us who finally arrived at that place."

"Does this mean that everything is over?"

……

There are also members of the Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama who have this idea.

When Kunikida suddenly woke up from the nightmare and looked around in surprise, he was lying on the detective agency's workstation, as if taking a brief lunch break.

The female clerk in the detective agency was taken aback: "Mr. Kunikida... how rare, everyone is so tired, did you play too late last night?"

"..." Kunikida looked at her in some confusion, and when he came back to his senses, he found that other people were also collapsed at their respective workstations.

"What's going on here?" At this moment, Tanizaki raised his head in confusion.

"It looks like it's all over." The voice of Luanbu sounded.

At this time, they noticed that someone seemed to wake up earlier than them, such as walking around in their seats and looking through materials, and Osamu Dazai slumped on the sofa and fiddled with his mobile phone.

Luanbu turned the chair, picked up the phone and quickly lit something on it: "All the things related to the evil god were either harmonized, or never happened."

"What do you mean?" Atsushi Nakajima asked confusedly.

Ranpo didn't answer immediately, but looked at Kenji: "Kenji, do you still remember Acton?"

"Who is it?" Xianzhi tilted his head, "I mean, everyone looks so tired, did they go out to team building behind my back?"

"What?! My brother didn't take me?!" Naomi puffed up her cheeks angrily.

"You see, no one seems to remember anything about the evil god except the people we finally got there."

Naomi: "What have you been talking about since just now? Could it be that you have acquired a supernatural ability?"

"Indeed, the previous incident seems to have turned into a foreign organization provoking the authority of Hong Kong gangsters to deliberately blow up their warehouses, and then contacted them in the underground waterway to track the station. Later, Mr. Sen dispatched three people with supernatural powers to join us Together, we will capture this organization that destroys peace in Yokohama." Dazai put down his phone and said casually.

"Apart from Ranpo and me, the only members who fell asleep were Kunikida, Nakajima Atsushi, and Tanizaki, who happened to be the last ones to go to that spot, and Yumeno Hisakuku probably did the same."

As he said that, he suddenly muttered to himself: "I just don't know what should change the biggest magic world, what's the situation now."

……

"Teacher Wutiao!"

Gojo Satoru woke up suddenly, subconsciously jumped up from the chair, fully opened the limit, and put on a state of alert.

Wild Rose, who was trying to wake up Wujo Wuyao, was forced to move a little distance away, with an unhappy expression on her face: "Why, you were the one who fell asleep before class, so you don't want to give us gymnastics lessons? Do you think Would we like it? If it wasn't for Fu Heisher's absence on a business trip, Teacher Xia You would take the second grade again..."

"Where's Xiayou?" Wutiao asked abruptly.

"Uh, let's be in the classroom, it's the second grade class time now."

As soon as Ye Qiangwei finished speaking, she saw Gojo Satoru turning around and walking towards the college classroom without hesitation, passing by Knotweed and Fu Heihui who were walking to the playground.

"Teacher Wutiao?" Hu Zhang called out in surprise, "Class will start soon."

"Ah...you can move freely." Gojo Satoru said casually without looking back.

Knotweed: "?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

The first-year trio looked at each other, and Fu Heihui twitched helplessly: "As expected of him."

Knotweed scratched his hair strangely: "Although I know that Teacher Wutiao is quite free, isn't it a bit strange today?"

In the past, Gojo Satoru treated students casually, but at least he would not skip classes for no reason.

Wild Rose didn't speak, but she was frowning thinking that when Gojo Satoru opened her eyes just now, she looked at her with a strange look. Although they haven't been in school for a long time, but how should I put it, it's a strange feeling.

It seemed that Gojo Satoru was not guarding against her, but an unknown enemy, but how could anyone in the magic world be qualified to be his enemy?

On the other side, Xia Youjie encountered similar troubles.

"Why is Teacher Xia You the one who took us from the second grade?" Zenyuan Maki looked at Xia You on the stage unhappily, "Didn't Principal Ye Moth say that Teacher Fu Hei would take us?"

To be honest, Xia You was not familiar with Xia You in the second grade, and Xia Youjie was almost on a business trip overseas before, so of course he likes the wonderful Fu Heisher of the Zen Yuan family more than him, Maki.

"Maki, shh!" Panda hurriedly gestured for silence, and at the same time carefully looked at Xia Youjie. Although I heard that Xia You is a close friend of their Wujo teacher and treats students very well, but after all, he is a special class in the magic world. Even if you don't like it, at least respect it.

But the strange thing is that Xia Youjie doesn't seem to have any special reaction to Maki's words, or does he seem to be in a daze now?

"Jay!"

At this time, the door of the classroom suddenly opened from the outside, Gojo Satoru walked in with long legs and interrupted the class: "Come out with me."

So, Xia Youjie left the classroom without hesitation.

Second graders: ? ? ?

"You also found out," Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie came to a place where no one was around, "This is a high school, but the strange thing is that in the eyes of others, it seems that we have been teaching here for many years."

"Yeah." Xia Youjie nodded, "My memory is at the last location, that evil god..."

"Me too." Gojo Satoru said calmly, "It seems that the traces of the apocalypse from the Age of Gods have almost been eliminated here, replaced by memories related to us? I don't know if this is reality, or we are still in a dream..."

At this time, Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang.

Correspondent: Keeper of the Secret.

The two looked at each other, Gojo Satoru picked it up without hesitation, and turned on the loudspeaker.

"Can you hear me? What's the situation over there?" Karasawa Taki's voice came out.

Gojo Satoru briefly told Karasawa Taki about the situation on their side.

"It turns out that, unlike other people, the situation on your side may have changed the most."

"What about the others?"

"Don't worry, everyone is fine. I've called to confirm. It seems that the traces of the evil god's existence have been erased by some existence, or have been harmonized. I guess the longest trace of the existence of the evil god's spokesperson in your place is erased out of thin air. Going will cause a vacancy in everyone's memory, so I will use you to top it, it shouldn't be a bad thing for you."

It's really not a troublesome thing, it's just that the two of them still need to re-acquaint themselves with the change of identity, and...

"So it's really over?"

"Yes, it's over." Karasawa Taki's voice was calm, even across the phone, it gave the two of them a wonderful appeal, "There will never be any incidents related to evil gods in this world, and we, the Keeper of Secrets, will never There is no need to keep these secrets."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"In the future? Probably disband the organization, and then most of the members will return to normal life," Karasawa Taki said with a smile, "We are all ordinary people, we don't need to be saviors anymore, where did we come from? Just go there."

"Maybe one day, we will meet again on that street, and then we can have a drink together and talk about this thrilling adventure."

Karasawa Taki not only said this sentence to Gojo Satoru and the others, but also used Meguro Era's identity to Nakajima Atsushi and Conan.

Of course he knew that there was no follow-up to this promise, but it didn't prevent him from using 'goodbye' instead of 'farewell'.

The world is so big, maybe we will meet somewhere, or we may be submerged in the crowd and never see each other in this life.