This nightmare, finally end.

CIA, FBI, MI6, Japanese security police from all sides joined forces, eventually bringing the global influence of the Black Organization uprooted.

Boss Karasuma Renya and Rum were killed by bullets, Gin was killed by his enemy Akai Shuuichi, Vodka, Korn and other main members were arrested, only Vermouth disguised and escaped.

The plan went very smoothly, but the faces of the leaders did not have the brilliance of victory. Because all of this is the road paved with blood by the comrade who has been sneaking in the darkness all year round.

【We all have the same bright red blood.】

"What is the probability that he can survive back?" Kir, no, must have called her CIA agent, Hondou Hidemi, who softly broke the silence.

Since that time, after the great purification, Bourbon and she are the only two undercover agents left in the organization. Who would have thought that at the last moment, he was the one who resolutely died, as the most crucial of a chess move in the red-black duel.

"Do not pass 10%." Said the delicate boy who was vaguely surrounded by the middle, his childish voice rendered a maturity that did not match his age, "This 10% is reserved for miracles."

Sneaking into the headquarters of the organization alone, and steal the organization's central data with the general skills and techniques of top intelligence officers and hand it over to the Zero Organization. If this is not found, it is estimated that Gin and the others have Alzheimer's disease. And once he is exposed, he will face the siege of members of the organization.

"Keiji-san, do you know where Amuro-niichan is?"

Kazami Yuuya shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either. Although he had some doubts about Edogawa Conan's appearance, he didn't say anything much. Ever since that incident with the satellite kick, he knew that this boy was really special.

Kazami Yuuya was instructed to make contact after the investigate was over. Therefore, no matter how much he worried about the safety of his superiors, or whether he can take half an hour of leisure in the commander, it is not enough to support him to contact his superiors without authorization. The call that should have been made as soon as it was over was delayed by two or three hours.

"Furuya-san?"

The organization was destroyed, and the undercover mission was basically over. Well, called his real name, it shouldn't matter.

No respond.

"Furuya-san, I'm Kazami. How is your situation over there?"

There was a noise on the other end of the phone, and Kazami Yuuya's heart suddenly raised in his throat.

"Kazami." The voice of Furuya Rei finally came from the other end of the phone, with a different gentleness and a slight sigh that was always feel unreal, "You did a great job."

Without waiting for Kazami Yuuya to reply, he once again hung up the phone.

(What, hang up my phone again.)

Kazami Yuuya was complaining quietly in his heart, but he also understood the hardships of his superiors. Trying to follow in his footsteps, Kazami Yuuya had never seen him hesitated, no matter how uncertain the order is, he would respond with a sincere and trustworthy tone.

When he couldn't sleep at night, Kazami Yuuya can't help but drew such a picture like this: A blonde police officer standing alone on the rooftop of at the Metropolitan Police Department, overlooking the brightly lit street below.

Surrounded by darkness, in his eyes, he belonged to the Japanese Public Security, belonged to the Zero Organization, and belonged to Furuya Rei's faith, supporting him to move forward. At that moment, the confident figure seemed to be able to solve anything in order to protect this country.

The insight to see through the truth at a glance, his quick and dexterous skills, and never made mistakes of the the instructions, his light is so dazzling that it is difficult for himself who makes frequent mistakes to match.

Unexpectedly, it is the faith and strength shown by Furuya Rei, that made Kazami Yuuya, who has always been familiar with as a Japanese Zero's Public Security Officer, ignore the unusualness of this call.

Recalling the message from his superiors a few days ago, he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

(There is no justice without bloodshed, the only difference is whose blood.)

So...... Who is it this time?

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"Have you contacted Bourbon?" Although she had already known his real name at the pre-war meeting, Hidemi Hondou still used to call him Bourbon.

Kazami Yuuya nodded: "I got in touch."

"Did he say something?" Edogawa Conan straightened and stared at him seriously.

"Uh...... Actually,  it's not that important of the content."

Edogawa Conan narrowed his eyes. Not important content, at this time? Obviously, he sensed the problem.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, a burst of unstoppable dizziness came, the things in his eyes gradually dissipated, and turning into nothingness...

A moment later, his vision restored to clarity, and Edogawa Conan found himself sitting on an armchair that he didn't know where he came from.

Surrounded by acquaintances: Mouri Ran, Mouri Kogorou, Haibara Ai, Hattori Heiji......

The right side of the armrest is equipped with Coca Cola, with and all the armchairs face a huge screen. Isn't this...... A movie theater?

【Hello everyone, I am Apocalypse, the AI in you guy mouths call. Without the permission under the circumstances to brought everyone here, I feel deeply sorry. Please sympathize.】

Several lines of huge black font appeared on the screen.

"So, what's your purpose?" Kazami Yuuya's voice sounded from behind, startling Kazami Yuuya himself and to a few security police next to him.

He turned around stiffly, looked at a guy who looked exactly like him and who just asked with a high voice. The man beside him was Bourbon, who unconscious land leaning on the chair.

Kazami Yuuya's gaze lingered on the bruised of the blond police officer for a moment, and the flash of worry was quickly covered up by him, leaving only a deep chill: "You are a member of the Black Organization?"

A line of words appeared again on the big screen:

【Don't worry, in this space, the wound will not deteriorate. Please remove your disguise to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings.】

"Kazami Yuuya" at the back snorted, tore off the human skin mask, and took off the suit for camouflage, revealing the dress underneath.

"Vermouth!" Kazami Yuuya narrowed his eyes, feeling as excited as when Furuya Rei saw Morofushi Hiromitsu's sacrifice in his own eyes, "What did you do with him?"

"Ah, but it's none of my business." Vermouth sarcastically laughed.

At this time, another paragraph of text is displayed on the big screen:

【Faith from another time and space provides an opportunity to save him... After watching all the movie, it is the time of the final decision.】

【While the watching process, please do not make any noise, do not leave your seats, and do not have any violent or conflict. Most importantly thing is, no spoilers! ! !】

The discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone stared at the big screen without blinking.

Light blue clouds appeared, like a dream. On the screen, three white swash characters float in the center:

【Daytime.】