I'm in Detective Conan, but it's a chaotic battlefield.

A small truck was parked on the side of the road in front of the dojo, and the white horse pattern printed on the truck bed looked quite comical.

But... shouldn't it be a judo dojo?

Just then, Chen Nuo saw a middle-aged man with a long face push open the car door and jump out: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Damen?"

Chen Nuo nodded.

"Great, please sign here." The horse-faced man handed him a cardboard box.

Chen Nuo hesitated for a moment, then wrote down the somewhat unfamiliar name, Goro Daimon, on the receipt on the cardboard box.

The man with the horse-like face drove away.

Chen Nuo carried a cardboard box containing milk and a pack of bombs into his family's dojo.

After pushing open the door, everything that appeared in front of him felt very familiar.

An old refrigerator with peeling paint, a green fabric sofa with pilling cushions, and a half-eaten bag of potato chips on the coffee table...

Chen Nuo had a feeling that he had actually lived here for a long time.

I guess it's the effect of this body.

Just like when he signed the document, he didn't hesitate much when writing down Goro Daimon's name.

However, he found that this effect was gradually weakening over time, and he still couldn't recall any other memories.

Chen Nuo first placed the items next to the entrance hall, and then began searching the room.

He had intended to look for any diaries or similar items.

This might help him imitate the original owner's lifestyle and avoid being noticed by others.

After searching extensively, Chen Nuo couldn't find any useful information, and he also discovered that there were very few traces of his past life in the entire house.

The obvious signs of manipulation made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Is this a routine preventative measure taken by the organization against its peripheral members? Or did the original owner discover something and take some clandestine action?

Chen Nuo opened the refrigerator door. Inside, there was a half-eaten sandwich, a packet of instant pasta, some not-so-fresh vegetables, and several chilled drinks.

He casually rummaged through the refrigerator and found a box of injectable medication in a hidden compartment.

The light pink liquid was packaged in a small bottle resembling an oral liquid, and the bottle was decorated with a skull and crossbones symbol drawn in red pen.

The medicine box could hold ten bottles of medicine, but now there's only one left.

It's probably some kind of poison.

It seems that besides transporting weapons for the Black Organization, he might sometimes also carry out tasks such as murder to cover up crimes.

After putting the medicine back in its place, Chen Nuo took a can of chilled barley tea from the refrigerator and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

I didn't find any useful information. It seems I'll have to play it by ear for now. Hopefully, Gin, that ruthless, taciturn, hard-working guy from the distillery, will leave after he gets what he needs.

Chen Nuo finished his barley tea in one gulp, crushed the can, and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

Just then, the alarm clock suddenly rang in the bedroom.

Chen Nuo looked up and saw that the clock on the wall pointed to 4 p.m.

Upon hearing this voice, he suddenly felt a strong urge to go and see the dojo in the backyard.

Is this during regular practice time? Is that why there's this habitual reaction?

Driven by this inexplicable force, Chen Nuo walked through the corridor toward the dojo.

As he walked, he thought that even if he couldn't find any useful information, getting a bamboo sword from the dojo would at least give him a sense of security.

Goro Daimon's dojo is divided into two areas.

The front area is the living area, similar to a detached house, while the back area is the larger dojo.

Between the dojo and the living area, there is a fairly spacious courtyard, but it has been neglected for a long time and has become overgrown with weeds, giving the entire dojo a strong sense of decay.

Open the gates of the dojo.

A pungent smell of dust hit me.

The dojo in front of me was empty. The bamboo knife rack near the door was neatly stacked with bamboo knives. A thin layer of dust covered the floor. On the surrounding walls hung calligraphy and paintings with phrases such as "no thought, no intention" and "wind, forest, fire, mountain".

Chen Nuo walked to the knife rack, drew out a bamboo knife, and held it in his hand.

With the knife in his hand, he felt much more at ease.

Then Chen Nuo, carrying the bamboo sword, began to tour his family's dojo.

After walking around, Chen Nuo found himself particularly familiar with the calligraphy and painting "Wind, Fire, Mountain and Forest" on the wall directly opposite the entrance of the dojo.

In addition, the floor beneath the calligraphy and paintings showed more wear than other areas, leading Chen Nuo to guess that the original owner must have frequently stood in this spot to meditate.

Chen Nuo walked up to the painting and calligraphy, and because it was hung quite high, he simply looked up to observe it.

It's probably just an ordinary piece of calligraphy and painting, with common and unremarkable words; it doesn't look special at all.

He bent down and gently tapped the floor a few times; it was solid, with no hidden compartments or anything like that.

Undeterred, Chen Nuo raised his arm, intending to take the painting down for a closer look.

But as soon as he lifted it a little, he froze on the spot.

Because the back of the calligraphy and paintings is not blank, but is filled with densely packed characters written in black ink.

Chen Nuo was secretly delighted, thinking that there was indeed a problem here.

He carefully lifted a corner of the calligraphy and painting, but did not remove it. Instead, he used the sunlight streaming in from the temple window to read the contents on the back of the calligraphy and painting.

Don't take the medicine that woman gave you.

She's so cute. If she asked me to speak, I'd be happy even if it meant dying.

Don't take the medicine that woman gave you.

"You'll die. Don't take the medicine that woman gave you."

My health is deteriorating, and I don't know how much longer I have to live.

She said the wedding would be held in a church on a hilltop, which is wonderful; I love that kind of setting too.

I tried on wedding dresses today. I think I've been eating too much lately; I'll start dieting tomorrow.

Before I die, I must at least drag her down to hell with me.

I'll miss her so much.

She said she wanted to eat the sweets from the wagashi shop in front of the station, so let's buy some when we go to the art museum tomorrow.

……

……

The rows of densely written characters on the back of the calligraphy and paintings made Chen Nuo's heart tremble.

The parts praising "her" were all crossed out with a pen.

If I'm not mistaken, this must have been written here by that Goro Daimon. Perhaps he set the alarm for this time to remind himself.

As for the above content...

No way?

Does my girlfriend have a problem too?!

Chen Nuo suddenly realized that he must have accidentally chosen the hell difficulty level when he restarted the game.

What are you doing here?

A cold voice came from behind.

Chen Nuo was startled. He immediately turned around, held the bamboo knife in front of him, and assumed a fighting stance.

But upon closer inspection, he discovered that a tall girl was standing in front of him.

The girl had short, slightly wavy brown hair, delicate and deep-set features, and seemed to have some European or American ancestry.

She wore a white coat that reached her calves, over which she wore a red turtleneck sweater, revealing her two dazzlingly white and slender legs to him without any defense.

Her breathing was a little rapid, as if she had run there without even having time to put on her slippers.

Her fair, bare feet stepped onto the wooden floor of the kendo practice area. There was a faint indentation on her jade-like instep, probably left from wearing high heels.

However, the girl's expression was very calm, and her icy blue eyes revealed the same kind of gaze she would give a lab rat.

Faced with her question, Chen Nuo didn't know how to answer for a moment.

One reason was that he was worried the other party would see the content of the calligraphy and painting, and another reason was that Chen Nuo recognized the girl in the white coat at a glance.

Shiho Miyano is my girlfriend?!

"Didn't I tell you that milk should be kept in the refrigerator?" While Chen Nuo was still in a daze, Shiho Miyano complained with her arms crossed.

Her shape, wrapped in a red knitted sweater, protested fiercely as her arms were squeezed.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Chen Nuo quickly put on a confused expression, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.

If his girlfriend were an ordinary person, Chen Nuo might still be confident that he could fool her.

But the "girlfriend" in front of him is Sherry, a genius scientist with a top-notch mind in the Black Organization.

Moreover, based on what I just saw in the diary, it's still debatable whether they are actually lovers.

"Can't remember again?" Shiho Miyano frowned. "Did you take your medicine today?"

Can't remember?

correct!

Judging from the recurring tone of the diary entries, the original owner seemed to have been in a state of memory confusion. He could have easily pretended to have amnesia to get away with it.

"I've already eaten," Chen Nuo said, trying to keep her tone calm.

Shiho Miyano sighed, her expression softening as she stepped forward to straighten Chen Nuo's collar.

"You're lying again. There's clearly one dose of medicine left untouched in the fridge." Shiho Miyano leaned down and sniffed lightly near his collar. "It stinks. Go take a shower. I brought some new medicine today; it should be much more effective than before."

In the refrigerator?