Solving cases with Detective Conan's science? No, I'm a cultivator!

Curaçao shook his head in confusion.

Seeing this, Kitagawa Taki began to doubt whether he had made a mistake.

"Forget it, let's try riding the Ferris wheel again." After a moment's thought, Kitagawa Taki decided to give it another try.

The two then went to the ticket office, bought two tickets, and rode the Ferris wheel together.

Kitagawa Taki couldn't even remember the last time he'd ridden a Ferris wheel.

Curaçao broke the silence in the carriage: "Mr. Kitagawa, you and that Miss Chris..."

Kitagawa Taki laughed and said, "Her? She's my woman."

After glancing at Curaçao, who seemed to be deep in thought, Kitagawa Taki continued, "So, you don't need to worry about what happens just because you come from that kind of organization. In my opinion, that's not a problem at all."

Curaçao looked up at Kitagawa Taki. "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Kitagawa."

"It's nothing," Kitagawa Taki waved his hand.

After a moment of silence, Curaçao asked, "Mr. Kitagawa, may I ask why you're helping me like this?"

Kitagawa Taki was somewhat surprised that Curaçao would ask this question. He half-jokingly said, "First of all, you're quite pretty, and then some people think you're different and deserve to be saved."

When Kitagawa Taki said she was pretty, Curaçao felt unusually embarrassed.

But this was quickly overshadowed by Kitagawa Taki's next question: "Who is 'someone'?"

Kitagawa Taki looked at the puzzled Curaçao and kept her in suspense, saying, "You'll know about that person once your memories return."

As they spoke, the two had already reached the highest point of the rotating Ferris wheel.

Five colors of light converged in front of the two people.

Curaçao's eyes widened instantly.

The next second, she clutched her head and let out a painful groan.

Kitagawa Taki narrowed his eyes but didn't move. He knew this was probably a sign that Curaçao was about to regain her memories.

Curaçao felt a splitting headache; the overwhelming amount of information seemed to be threatening to burst her brain.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to the past, to the time when she was tied to a cold laboratory table.

Next, the woman codenamed Vermouth walked up to her.

“Curaçao, your abilities are indeed outstanding, but who told you to remember things that are detrimental to the organization? When abilities are not used in the right place, they can pose a huge threat.”

As she spoke, Vermouth pressed the gun against her chest.

"This is your fate, farewell, Curaçao..."

She closed her eyes tightly, quietly awaiting death.

Chapter 459 You Can Be Any Color

Just as Vermouth was about to pull the trigger.

"and many more!"

A processed, mechanical voice came through.

Vermouth's finger left the trigger, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Vermouth, step back!"

Vermouth quickly understood, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips, and followed the voice's command to leave the room.

Curaçao opened her eyes, her right pupil almost transparent and her left a pale blue pupil, which was quite striking.

Her head was fixed to the lab table, so she could only hear the voice but not see the person.

The voice continued, "Curaçao, you are now colorless, only pure darkness."

From this moment forward, your abilities will be used exclusively for my purposes; you will become my most capable assistant!

Curaçao already knew who the newcomer was—Rum, the organization's number two!

She had no other choice but to risk her life for Rum.

……

Let's go back to the present.

Curaçao recovered from her severe headache and slowly opened her eyes.

Kitagawa Taki's voice came from beside her: "How are you?"

Curaçao rubbed her temples and replied, "I'm fine... I remember everything..."

"That's good. Take a break now."

As Kitagawa Taki spoke, he took out a bottle of mineral water from his spatial storage and handed it to Curaçao.

Curaçao paused for a moment before taking the water. "Thank you."

Silence fell over the carriage again.

After a long silence, Curaçao raised her head, looked at Kitagawa Taki, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Kitagawa, Ai... is she Sherry?"

She already knew who Kitagawa Taki was talking about.

She had once seen photos of Shirley when she was a child.

Although it's incredible, it explains why Ai Haibara is different from ordinary people.

Kitagawa Taki didn't hide anything: "That's right, she thinks you're different from the others in the organization."

"Me?" Curaçao looked at her hands and murmured.

Kitagawa Taki asked, "Well? Can you tell me your answer now?"

A determined look flashed in Curaçao's eyes, and he nodded.

Kitagawa Taki extended his hand with satisfaction.

"By the way, let me ask you a question. Have you ever had any interaction with Chris?"

Curaçao said, "Yes, but very few."

She didn't reveal that she had almost died at Vermouth's hands, after all, Vermouth was just following orders from the organization.

Judging from Curaçao's appearance, she didn't seem to have any grudge against Vermouth, so Kitagawa Taki felt relieved.

He didn't want trouble to arise in his own backyard later.

Kitagawa Taki nodded slightly, then asked, "And what's your name?"

"From now on, the code name Curaçao will be a thing of the past."

Curaçao's expression darkened. "I don't remember..."

Kitagawa Taki frowned slightly. Could it be related to the injury in Curaçao's brain?

That would be a bit tricky. The injury is quite old and it's in the brain. If we try to heal it rashly, there might be adverse effects.

After considering for a moment, Kitagawa Taki still felt that he couldn't just act rashly.

Can you tell me your story?

Curaçao was silent for a moment, a look of reminiscence on her face, and slowly began to tell Kitagawa Taki about her past.

Curaço recounted her story, from how she joined the organization, nearly being executed, to becoming Rum's subordinate.

“Rum is wrong. You’re not pure black. You can be any color, as long as you want,” Kitagawa Taki said earnestly, staring at Curaçao’s face.

Curaçao was slightly taken aback.

Kitagawa Taki joked, "Doesn't Curacao have five colors?"

Curaçao never expected Kitagawa Taki to give such an explanation.

Kitagawa Taki said seriously, "To get back to the point, you just need to follow your heart. Your color should not be defined by others."

Curaçao pondered, "Follow my...heart?"

Kitagawa Taki nodded. "That's right."

A sudden realization dawned on Curaçao: she had been like a machine before, doing whatever Rum told her to do.

Whether it's input or output, everything is done according to Rum's instructions.

From this moment on, she will live for herself.

Curaçao sincerely thanked him, saying, "I understand, thank you, Mr. Kitagawa!"

Kitagawa Taki nodded slightly and looked at Curaçao: "It's good that you've thought it through, but your name is a problem. How about this, I'll give you a new name?"

Curaçao's eyes lit up, and a look of anticipation appeared on her face.

“Then take my surname and be called Kitagawa… Yuki, how about that?” Kitagawa Taki said with a smile.

Listening to Curaçao's voice, Kitagawa Taki always has a sense of déjà vu with Queen Yuki.

"Ah," Curaçao exclaimed softly.

Seeing this, Kitagawa Taki asked, "Isn't this name good?"

“No.” Curaçao quickly waved her hand. “I just…”

She always felt a little strange taking Kitagawa Taki's surname.

In Japan, most women take their husband's surname after marriage.

"Then it's settled, Yuki?!"

Kitagawa Taki had a mischievous grin on his face; he had, of course, guessed what Curaçao was thinking.

Kitagawa Yuki could only nod.

Even after regaining her memories, she remained as gentle as before, even appearing somewhat weak.

Kitagawa Taki really wanted to see what she was like when she turned on her "A" persona.

"By the way, did Rum send you to the police station this time to gather intelligence on the undercover agents?"

“Yes,” Kitagawa Yuki responded. “He suspects Bourbon’s identity.”