[Conan smiles at the camera brightly and apologetically.  He needed to do some damage control for his rather noticeable return to Discedo.  At the least he could be glad that the camera had never turned on during his change.]

Sorry if I made anyone worry.  But I'm okay now!  Heiji-niichan found me!!

[This place....  He recognized it.  But how?  How could he have been brought here again?  And how could he have forgotten it all these months?  He takes up the communicator and looks it over skeptically, wondering if the people he had known here before were still here, and switches it over to audio.  But before he can say anything the teen ( Read more... )

I was told once that no one here cared about law enforcement or justice.  Regardless, I need to speak to whoever considers themselves in charge of such a thing.  I have a murder to report.

[Locked to Hattori 60%]
Hattori, meet me at Marshall.  I'm at the crime scene.
[Locked]

Tomorrow is May 4, isn't it?  I feel like there is something about that date I should be remembering.

Something important.

....This is frustrating!  What is it?

[This entire situation was completely illogical.  He'd seen the murders and he suicides in that other place, before all of his memories simply stopped.  And now it was like none of that had ever happened.  How was it possible?  How had they pulled off that trick?

For once, Conan was stumped.  He needed to think.  And Conan had always done his best ( Read more... )

[Conan is seated at a table in a dimly lit location, with a pile of thick books by his side. Every one of them is heavy enough for the boy to need two hands to carry them. He shoves the last book back onto the table and speaks into the communicator in a whisper.]

Ne, has anyone noticed? There's something strange about the books in-

[He freezes as ( Read more... )

[Three days in this place, and he'd made no progress in deducing the motive behind this situation.  There seemed to be no pattern in who had been taken and how long they had been kept here.  Not even the victims who had been kept here for long periods at all knew anything real about the situation.  The few supposed reasons he'd heard were ludicrous ( Read more... )

[A small boy, no older than six or seven, is peering into the camera with a look of deep concentration. Suddenly his expression subtly shifts into a childish expression of worry.]

Ne! Ne! Is anyone there? I just found this device here, and it seems a little like a cell phone. But my phone isn't working. Isn't that strange?

Is there a police officer ( Read more... )