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  6. Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 22 An Act's Close A burning sensation in Conan's legs heightened with each stride. How much time passed since the discovery was made? How much time remained before the deadline? Those very thoughts ran through his mind. "I can't fail.. I won't." After making a left turn around a large tree the exit was now in sight. "Almost there!" Conan pressed himself further, feeling the urge to collapse with each step. He willed himself through the exhaust and sharp sting in his legs. With a leap toward the finish line Conan launched himself past the doors. He then looked to his wrist to find the timer had come to a complete stop. He had beaten the buzzard by twenty six seconds. "I.. did it." Conan immediately fell to the comfort of the grass, gasping for air as he managed a smile. "Shinichi, do you copy?" Batman radioed. "The countdown has seized, did you make it out with the bell?" Conan tiredly raised the bowtie to his lips. "I'm never running that fast again." That all but confirmed the questioned. Not a second later a certain person chimed in on their success. "Three for Three!" Riddler dispatched. "In no way in my right state of mind would I have imagined all six of you would survive the opening act without casualty." Batman spoke his name. "Riddler." "Tell me, in what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" "Enough riddles Nigama. Where is she?" Batman asked. "Where is Ran Mouri?" "Tsk, tsk, tsk.. for is it my secret that you wish to learn? Let us be fair," Riddler said. "If I am to reveal my secret, you'll have to do the same." "What are you talking about?" "My, my." Riddler chuckled. "Have you told your partner? Does Detective Kudo know your secret?" Hearing this Conan sat up in position. "What is he talking about?" "What indeed," said Riddler. "Go on now. Why don't you tell him, I'm sure he'd love to know just who it is he has been collaborating with for the last handful of minutes." "I know what you're trying to do, it won't-" Batman said only to get interrupted. "I only wish to lay it all onto the table," Riddler responded. "All cards in the deck. So, what do you say Dark Knight?" …. Where to begin? The Edo River is thirty seven miles in distance, something Damian was aware of. If she was truly traveling through the river somewhere, how long would it take before he would find her? "Yo Robin, coming at you with an update," Nightwing happily radioed. "This better be good," Damian responded. "I looked into the situation regarding the helicopters that were dispatched to overlook Kaitou Kid's heist, the heist that obviously got interrupted." "And?" "Here's the thing. Each helicopter is identified by code, represented in the form of a number," Nightwing explained. "I don't know if you noticed, but located on the left side of each helicopter is where a printed number can be found." "And which helicopter do you believe is the one Nigma is currently piloting?" "At first I was stumped," Nightwing admitted. "But then I came across something." "What?" "Helicopter number six was supposed to be inactive tonight, due to repairs that were to be made on it," Nightwing informed. "And let me guess, it just so happens to be flying the friendly skies tonight?" "Right on," Nightwing confirmed. "That means we know where Riddler is." Damian was absolutely pleased. "Next will be formulating a plan for apprehending Nigma without him realizing we're onto him." "Got any catchy ideas?" "We'll find a way," Damian put in short. "Unless you have something else to bring to my attention, I have an important matter that needs my full devoted focus." It was only then that he heard the loud sound that could be heard in the background. "Hey, what's that noise?" Damian was clueless as to what he was talking about. "You'll have to be more specific Grayson." "That grumbling sound," Nightwing clarified. "Just where the heck are you?" "Oh, that." Damian realized what he was referring to. "It's the speed boat." "Speed boat..?" Nightwing paused. "Wait, what speed boat?" "The one I'm riding now," Damian conveyed. Suspicion arose. "And where did you get a speed boat from?" "I borrowed it," Damian declared. Nightwing chuckled. "Borrowed?" "I'll return it in the shape I found it in," Damian assured. "What are you doing with a speed boat for anyw-" Damian interrupted. "Have you already forgot, the Mouri girl is traveling down the Edo River somewhere. That is where I am now," Damian informed. "If you weren't aware the Edo River is thirty seven miles wide. I don't think a canoe would be sufficed for the situation, thus why I've opted to a speed boat." "How much ground have you covered?" "A mile and a half, give or take," replied Damian. "I'm in current en route to Ichikawa. That is where the Edo River will empty into the Tokyo Bay. This entire river is flowing in that very direction." "You're on your 'A' game today," Nightwing complemented. "If Ran Mouri is truly traveling along the Edo River somewhere there is no way you can miss her. Keep your eyes peeled. Good luck, Robin." "-TT-." "Nightwing out." Now with all distractions aside Damian's full focus was on the river itself. He leveled up in speed, flowing in perfect tune with the waves beneath. "Where is she?" That very thought weighed heavily in mind. He kept himself centered as best as he could, looking from one side of the river to the other. There was nothing in sight. A minute passed, then two. "I wish I knew what it is I should be looking for." Soon after posing that very question Damian caught eye of something in the distance afar, a large object floating along the river as he did. "What's that?" There was only one way to find out. Could it be that he had found the sought? His heart now raced with anticipation. Putting the speed boat into full throttle Damian charged forward. "Only one way to find out." … On the rooftop Batman stood stone still, unsure of how to respond to the posed. "So what's it going to be?" Riddler further pressed. "A trade off, bread in exchange for iron, your secret as well as mine. A conclusion can't be made without-" "This is non-negotiable," Batman shot down. "I will find her and you as well. There's an empty cell waiting for you back at Arkham." "You speak as if you're in control, as if you know what is to come," Riddler said. "Tell me, how does the blind man fail to find his way through the lost forest when the exit is right behind him?" There was a long pause. "Perhaps it isn't the exit he seeks," Batman figured. Riddler groaned. "No, no, no! You're looking at it all wrong." "I'm done playing games Riddler," declared Batman. "Question is.. whom is it that is choosing to play games?" "…" "Ohh, you didn't think I would realize that you're stalling?" Riddler stated. Conan who had been listening in the entire time finally chimed in. "Stalling? Stalling for what?" "What indeed," Riddler said. "If I had to take an educated guess, I'd say it has something to do with one of his freelance sidekicks." "Sidekicks?" Conan did not know what to make of these comments. The next second someone else joined in on the conversation. "It's over Riddler, I've found her," Damian dispatched. "You've lost." "Her?" Conan thought to himself. "Is he referring to Ran? Furthermore, who is this guy?" The sound of clapping could be heard coming from the Riddler's line. "Excellent work, though I must note that you're roughly a minute late from the time I predicted you would reach this point," Riddler stated. "I know where you are, you've been keeping tabs on everyone from the sky," Damian revealed. "You're in helicopter number-" "Six, yes," Riddler confirmed. Upon learning this Batman immediately looked to the sky to find several helicopters were now heading in the direction of the rooftop he, Kogoro, and Kaitou Kid stood upon, none of which were helicopter number six. "They're coming." "I'm sure you've noticed by now that you've got incoming company Dark Knight. As much as I'd like to see how it all plays out, I must put in my timely leave," Riddler said. "Until next time, yes?" And with that Riddler's communication line cut off. Batman looked over his shoulder to find Kaitou Kid was now gone. He wasn't surprised in the least. "Is it over?" Conan radioed. Batman responded. "Yes." The helicopters overlooking the city continued to close in on their location. It didn't take long for Kogoro to notice as well. "What the hell is going on?" Batman took a step forward, placing a foot onto the edge of the building. "It's over," Batman relayed. Hearing this Kogoro made a move toward him. "My daughter? What about Ran?" Batman looked to him for a final time. "She's fine detective, an ally of mine has assured her safety." Batman conveyed. Kogoro sighed in relief. "There is one thing I'd like to ask of you." Kogoro looked him in the eyes. "What is it?" "Everything that happened on this roof tonight involving Kaitou Kid and myself, it never happened," Batman stated. "What do you mean it never happened?" "Goodbye detective." Batman looked to the distance afar. Kogoro raced over, witnessing as Batman glided off into the night. He was at a loss for words. Not a moment later a bright light shined down upon him. Kogoro looked up to find the several helicopters hovering above. There was now a sense of relief. Question was.. was it truly over? ….. Eleven Hours Later The room was silent. Only the subtle sound of the steam rising from the cup of hot tea sitting atop the desk was heard. What exactly had happened the night before? The details of it all were still that of a blur. The sound of a knock at the door came a moment later. Leaning back in the chair Kiyonaga invited the visitor in. "You may enter." A familiar face stepped in past the door. "Sato, you're here." "And with an update," Miwako reported. Kiyonaga was pleased to learn this. "What were you able to uncover?" "How do I put this?" Miwako stopped after reaching the desk. Kiyonaga waved a hand. "Why don't you have a seat?" the Superintendent offered. Miwako nodded. "Thank you." Now seated, she proceeded. "As you know I have been investigating all parties that were on the list I formulated in regards to the drug that hit the streets." "And what has your investigation amounted to?" "A prime suspect," Miwako replied. "If you can even call it that." Kiyonaga didn't know what to make of her words. "What are you trying to say?" "Sunshine Aldor," Miwako said. "That was one of the names on the list of suspects that I gathered. I went in search of Sunshine-san last night." Kiyonaga leaned forward, placing his hands to the top of the desk. "And?" "Aldor Sunshine doesn't exist," Miwako finally revealed. "At least, that's what appears to be the case. According to the online file I found on him it was said he worked at a Fun Entertainment Inc. building located here in Tokyo. Last night I went to visit his office." "He wasn't there," Kiyonaga guessed. "That's right. Not only that, the office room he was supposedly occupying didn't exist either," Miwako continued. "I spoke with the clerk who was working at the front desk last night, according to her there isn't an Aldor Sunshine employed there, nor has there been in the past." "Could it be that Aldor Sunshine simply works at another one of the FEI buildings?" Kiyonaga questioned. "I looked into that very possibility before I came in. There is no Aldor Sunshine working for Fun Entertainment Inc. Not here, nor at any of the other facilities located throughout Japan." "I see." Kiyonaga rested his chin atop his hands. "What a dilemma this is." "There was also a small house registered to Aldor Sunshine located here in Tokyo." "Have you visited it?" Miwako nodded in confirmation. "No one answered when I visited last night, nor when I returned there early this morning." "I take it you would like to get a search warrant?" Kiyonaga assumed. "One of many reasons I'm here," Miwako confirmed. "I will see to that," Kiyonaga assured. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Unless you have more for me; you're dismissed." Miwako nodded before standing back to her feet. About halfway across the room Kiyonaga called to her. "Sato, one last thing." She faced her superior once more. "Good work." "Thank you sir." And with that she advanced onward, closing the door on her way out. Kiyonaga turned in his chair to where he was now looking out the window. "First that drug, then that Riddler character last night. Just what the hell is going on in this city?" ….. Friday! The end of the school week had finally arrived. It was just the two of them, walking side by side. "You have barely spoken since you came over this morning," Haibara said. She could see the look on his face, the deep intent in his eyes even. He was in the process of trying to solve something. But what? "Shinichi?" Hearing his name Conan finally responded. "Sorry," he replied. "I have a lot on my mind." "Anything specific?" "The Riddler.. the identity of the man I was paired with, the game itself," replied Conan. "I have so many questions." "The good news is it's over," Haibara said. "And above all, no one got hurt." "Is it really?" "Excuse me?" "Is it truly over? The Riddler was not apprehended. Who's to say he won't strike again at some point?" "Do you believe he will?" "I do. Last night was just the beginning." Several silent filled moments passed. "How long will Ran remain at the hospital?" Haibara asked. "I don't know," Conan admitted. "She has yet to awake, not since she was found on the side of the river last night." "Who was the one to find her?" Haibara was curious. "It was a call in," Conan informed. "From an anonymous caller. When the police arrived on the scene there was no one there but Ran." "Hmmm. That's rather suspicious," Haibara noted. "I agree." "I take it detective Mouri is currently at Ran's side?" "He is," confirmed Conan. "It's strange though." Haibara looked over, now with an enquiring look on her face. "By what do you mean?" "What was the point of it all? What was the Riddler hoping to accomplish with that game of his?" Conan still didn't know what to make of it all. "All that set up.. for what? Everything ended so abruptly." "It's like you said, last night was only the beginning." "The question is, how and when," Conan said. "There is something else. Oji-san's statement that he gave to the police last night while we were at the station, it was strange." "Starnge?" Haibara questioned. "How do you mean?" Before he had the chance to respond the two would be interrupted. "Hey guys, over here!" Looking across the way the two spotted their friends who were clearly waiting for them. "Looks like we'll have to put this discussion on hold," Conan said. They found themselves in the company of the others soon after. "It's about time you guys showed up," said Genta. "Have you guys been waiting long?" Conan asked. "Almost six minutes," replied Mitsuhiko who checked his watch. "We still have over fifteen minutes before class starts, so we'll be ok." "Let's go!" Ayumi said cheerfully. "You seem pretty happy," Conan noticed. "Do you have something special planned for the day Ayumi-chan?" "We all do!" to which Ayumi replied. "What? We do?" Conan was uncertain for what it was she was referring to. "Today is Friday," Ayumi reminded. "And also show and tell day." "I completely forgot about that," murmured Conan. "You forgot, didn't you?" asked Haibara who came to Conan's side. "Of course not," Conan lied. "How could I?" "Come on guys," Mitsuhiko directed with the wave of his hand. "Let's get going." "Right behind you," said Genta who was the first to follow. And with that their day was now underway. As they pressed on there was another matter that came front and center to Conan's mind. "There's still the fact that Kaitou Kid decided to hand over the Elephant Revenant to me. But why? What could be the reason?" ….. Gotham City It started with a right turn, followed by a left. Soon the combination was realized in full. With the lock now disabled he stood to his feet. "Opening this door will send out a signal to the GCPD, we'll have anywhere from three to six minutes before they arrive. So we'll need to move swiftly. Everyone got it?" "Just open the damn safe," another said in response. "Let's get the money and hightail outta here, the longer we mess around the higher the chance we'll encounter you know who. Besides, we still haffta make plans for the next bank we bout to hit up." "Yah, yea, I hear ya." He turned back in the direction of the door only to hear something drop down to the ground from behind. "Now what?" Turning around he along with everyone who stood in rank with him came to lock eyes on a dark figure hiding among the shadows across the room. There was no doubt in their minds who it was. "Batman!" "We can do this the easy way, or the painful one," the voice of a woman conveyed. "The hell? That aint the bat. Who are you? Show yourself!" "You're in no position to give orders," she replied. "It's eight against one, I like our odds." "But I am not of one," the woman declared. Following this more figures appeared within the darkness of the room. "We are many, ghosts of this world." "I don't care who you people are. Alright boys, light em up!" … Several miles away The hand on the clock turned, signaling the passing of another hour. It was now eight o'clock. Soon it would be time to venture out into the night. He now sat at the chair in front of the large super computer, all collected information had been gathered into one file. The only thing that remained to do was to piece it all together. "What was Nigma doing down in Japan? Was his entire purpose for being their completely tied to his game? Or could it be more.. could it be that the spread of Crane's toxin was also part of his doing? And then there's the Royal Flash Gang, what did they want with Kaitou Kid?" Those very questions carried on through his mind. The sound of someone approaching from behind came in those following seconds. Turning in his seat he came to find who it was. "Nightwing, Flash, thank you for coming." "It's been a steady in Central City all evening," Flash noted. "Taking a short leave shouldn't cause for too much concern." "Batman, what is it?" asked Nightwing who advanced forward. "Have you figured something out?" "Work in progress," Batman replied. "The details involving yesterday's case isn't entirely why I have summoned you both." "Ok, consider me surprised," Flash admitted. "If you didn't call us here to discuss the Riddler, then why are we here?" Batman turned in the chair to where he now faced the two entirely. "Because this matter might concern you both just as much as myself." Both Nightwing and Flash looked to one another before looking back down at him. "Excuse me?" Nightwing questioned. Batman would now elaborate. "Barry, do you recall when this all started?" "Well, of course," Flash replied. "The moment the Riddler showed up at detective Mouri's agenc-" Batman interrupted. "No, it began before that." "What, before? Are you sure?" "Central City," Batman said. "That is where Scarecrow's toxin was being produced, the batch that was ultimately shipped to several parts of Japan." "You're right," Flash said. "I almost forgot about that." "Could it be that Riddler's appearance in Japan is tied to Crane's toxin?" Nightwing questioned. "Is it possible?" "It can't be coincidence," Flash said. "The Riddler, Scarecrow.. there has to be a connection to make." "Any guess to what that could be?" "If there is a connection to make, we will find it." Batman was certain of this. "I said you both are involved in this just as much as myself, and not just the two, but the other three as well." "Other three?" Nightwing questioned. "As in the guys we were paired with electronically during Riddler's fun game?" "Yes. Detective Mouri, Kaitou Kid, and myself were all targets from the beginning," Batman pointed out. "The moment the both of you and detective Kudo picked up those communicator devices was the moment you became just as intertwined in all of this as the rest of us. We can't shy away from the possibility that you two might specifically be a part of the Riddler's ultimate plan going forward." "You know the Riddler better than anyone," Flash said. "What do you believe he is planning?" Batman gave the only answer he could. "I don't know, at least not yet." Pivoting in the chair all focus fell on the computer. "Before I called the two of you here I put together a timeline for every action the Riddler made within the last three days." "And let me guess, you think you might have an idea for what Riddler's next move will be?" Batman replied. ".. Maybe." He proceeded from there, opening a file on the screen for all to see. "Prepare yourselves gentlemen and ladies alike; the end of this will bring about the closing to a prologue. That was the closing line of Riddler's last announcement to the public." "What of it?" Flash questioned. "Do you think there is some relevance to that line?" ".. Prologue," Nightwing said. "That is the key word. If yesterday was a prologue then there is certainly more to come." "Ok, but what?" Flash wondered. "The pieces are all here, we just need to put them together," Batman said in response. "There is one thing in particular Nigma asked of me that seems to be the most telling." "Let's hear it." "Morning, day, and night. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words; Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, or Monday?" "What was your response?" Flash asked. "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow." "And what did he say in response?" "He claimed the answer I gave was incorrect," replied Batman. "Figuring out the true answer could be key to determining what the Riddler plan's to do next." "Something we can all agree on," Flash said. "Another thing we should take into account is the theme of these proceedings, a mirrored misdirection. For all we know something like that could still be in play for whatever he is planning next." "Something I am accounting for," acknowledged Batman. "There was something else Nigma said that has been on my mind." "And what's that?" Nightwing asked. "In what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" Batman ran down. "There is no doubt in my mind he was hinting at something." "Question is, what?" "I do have something else I do wish to ask, since we're semi on the subject," Flash said. Batman took a moment to look away from the computer. "What is it?" "Ran Mouri, the daughter of the detective," Flash said. "Where was she anyway?" "Floating along the Edo River inside of a coffin," Nightwing revealed. Flash was surprised to learn this. "A coffin? Now that's unexpected. Where is it now, in the hands of Tokyo's authorities?" "They are unaware of the coffin," Batman said. "You don't mean.." "Yes, when I returned from Japan I brought the coffin back with me," Batman confirmed. "It is currently in my evidence lab." Batman then turned focus back on the computer. Flash crossed his arms over his chest. "Why am I not surprised? So, did the coffin hint at anything? Did you discover something that might tell us where the Riddler is or when he might strike next?" Batman responded. "Nothing that could be made out from the naked eye. I'll have to run some further tests to be sure. On the subject of the coffin, Riddler knew Ran had been found before Robin even reported it over the communicator," Batman said. "My guess is that Nigma installed something inside of the coffin which allowed him to know when someone opened or came near it." "Which gave him the opportunity to hightail out of there before anyone could get the chance to get the drop on him," Nightwing said. There remained only one thing to enquire. "So.. what happens from here?" Batman stood up from the chair with only one thing to say. "We prepare." The sound of a step echoed through the room, then another. "Someone's coming," Flash noted. "You expecting more company?" "No, I'm not." The three of them looked into the direction of the stairway to find a dark figure approaching. "I hope I am not interrupting anything," someone spoke. Batman recognized the voice immediately, watching as they stepped into the clear. "Batwoman." "Batman, we have a problem." To Be Continued
  7. Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds Chapter 22 An Act's Close A burning sensation in Conan's legs heightened with each stride. How much time passed since the discovery was made? How much time remained before the deadline? Those very thoughts ran through his mind. "I can't fail.. I won't." After making a left turn around a large tree the exit was now in sight. "Almost there!" Conan pressed himself further, feeling the urge to collapse with each step. He willed himself through the exhaust and sharp sting in his legs. With a leap toward the finish line Conan launched himself past the doors. He then looked to his wrist to find the timer had come to a complete stop. He had beaten the buzzard by twenty six seconds. "I.. did it." Conan immediately fell to the comfort of the grass, gasping for air as he managed a smile. "Shinichi, do you copy?" Batman radioed. "The countdown has seized, did you make it out with the bell?" Conan tiredly raised the bowtie to his lips. "I'm never running that fast again." That all but confirmed the questioned. Not a second later a certain person chimed in on their success. "Three for Three!" Riddler dispatched. "In no way in my right state of mind would I have imagined all six of you would survive the opening act without casualty." Batman spoke his name. "Riddler." "Tell me, in what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" "Enough riddles Nigama. Where is she?" Batman asked. "Where is Ran Mouri?" "Tsk, tsk, tsk.. for is it my secret that you wish to learn? Let us be fair," Riddler said. "If I am to reveal my secret, you'll have to do the same." "What are you talking about?" "My, my." Riddler chuckled. "Have you told your partner? Does Detective Kudo know your secret?" Hearing this Conan sat up in position. "What is he talking about?" "What indeed," said Riddler. "Go on now. Why don't you tell him, I'm sure he'd love to know just who it is he has been collaborating with for the last handful of minutes." "I know what you're trying to do, it won't-" Batman said only to get interrupted. "I only wish to lay it all onto the table," Riddler responded. "All cards in the deck. So, what do you say Dark Knight?" …. Where to begin? The Edo River is thirty seven miles in distance, something Damian was aware of. If she was truly traveling through the river somewhere, how long would it take before he would find her? "Yo Robin, coming at you with an update," Nightwing happily radioed. "This better be good," Damian responded. "I looked into the situation regarding the helicopters that were dispatched to overlook Kaitou Kid's heist, the heist that obviously got interrupted." "And?" "Here's the thing. Each helicopter is identified by code, represented in the form of a number," Nightwing explained. "I don't know if you noticed, but located on the left side of each helicopter is where a printed number can be found." "And which helicopter do you believe is the one Nigma is currently piloting?" "At first I was stumped," Nightwing admitted. "But then I came across something." "What?" "Helicopter number six was supposed to be inactive tonight, due to repairs that were to be made on it," Nightwing informed. "And let me guess, it just so happens to be flying the friendly skies tonight?" "Right on," Nightwing confirmed. "That means we know where Riddler is." Damian was absolutely pleased. "Next will be formulating a plan for apprehending Nigma without him realizing we're onto him." "Got any catchy ideas?" "We'll find a way," Damian put in short. "Unless you have something else to bring to my attention, I have an important matter that needs my full devoted focus." It was only then that he heard the loud sound that could be heard in the background. "Hey, what's that noise?" Damian was clueless as to what he was talking about. "You'll have to be more specific Grayson." "That grumbling sound," Nightwing clarified. "Just where the heck are you?" "Oh, that." Damian realized what he was referring to. "It's the speed boat." "Speed boat..?" Nightwing paused. "Wait, what speed boat?" "The one I'm riding now," Damian conveyed. Suspicion arose. "And where did you get a speed boat from?" "I borrowed it," Damian declared. Nightwing chuckled. "Borrowed?" "I'll return it in the shape I found it in," Damian assured. "What are you doing with a speed boat for anyw-" Damian interrupted. "Have you already forgot, the Mouri girl is traveling down the Edo River somewhere. That is where I am now," Damian informed. "If you weren't aware the Edo River is thirty seven miles wide. I don't think a canoe would be sufficed for the situation, thus why I've opted to a speed boat." "How much ground have you covered?" "A mile and a half, give or take," replied Damian. "I'm in current en route to Ichikawa. That is where the Edo River will empty into the Tokyo Bay. This entire river is flowing in that very direction." "You're on your 'A' game today," Nightwing complemented. "If Ran Mouri is truly traveling along the Edo River somewhere there is no way you can miss her. Keep your eyes peeled. Good luck, Robin." "-TT-." "Nightwing out." Now with all distractions aside Damian's full focus was on the river itself. He leveled up in speed, flowing in perfect tune with the waves beneath. "Where is she?" That very thought weighed heavily in mind. He kept himself centered as best as he could, looking from one side of the river to the other. There was nothing in sight. A minute passed, then two. "I wish I knew what it is I should be looking for." Soon after posing that very question Damian caught eye of something in the distance afar, a large object floating along the river as he did. "What's that?" There was only one way to find out. Could it be that he had found the sought? His heart now raced with anticipation. Putting the speed boat into full throttle Damian charged forward. "Only one way to find out." … On the rooftop Batman stood stone still, unsure of how to respond to the posed. "So what's it going to be?" Riddler further pressed. "A trade off, bread in exchange for iron, your secret as well as mine. A conclusion can't be made without-" "This is non-negotiable," Batman shot down. "I will find her and you as well. There's an empty cell waiting for you back at Arkham." "You speak as if you're in control, as if you know what is to come," Riddler said. "Tell me, how does the blind man fail to find his way through the lost forest when the exit is right behind him?" There was a long pause. "Perhaps it isn't the exit he seeks," Batman figured. Riddler groaned. "No, no, no! You're looking at it all wrong." "I'm done playing games Riddler," declared Batman. "Question is.. whom is it that is choosing to play games?" "…" "Ohh, you didn't think I would realize that you're stalling?" Riddler stated. Conan who had been listening in the entire time finally chimed in. "Stalling? Stalling for what?" "What indeed," Riddler said. "If I had to take an educated guess, I'd say it has something to do with one of his freelance sidekicks." "Sidekicks?" Conan did not know what to make of these comments. The next second someone else joined in on the conversation. "It's over Riddler, I've found her," Damian dispatched. "You've lost." "Her?" Conan thought to himself. "Is he referring to Ran? Furthermore, who is this guy?" The sound of clapping could be heard coming from the Riddler's line. "Excellent work, though I must note that you're roughly a minute late from the time I predicted you would reach this point," Riddler stated. "I know where you are, you've been keeping tabs on everyone from the sky," Damian revealed. "You're in helicopter number-" "Six, yes," Riddler confirmed. Upon learning this Batman immediately looked to the sky to find several helicopters were now heading in the direction of the rooftop he, Kogoro, and Kaitou Kid stood upon, none of which were helicopter number six. "They're coming." "I'm sure you've noticed by now that you've got incoming company Dark Knight. As much as I'd like to see how it all plays out, I must put in my timely leave," Riddler said. "Until next time, yes?" And with that Riddler's communication line cut off. Batman looked over his shoulder to find Kaitou Kid was now gone. He wasn't surprised in the least. "Is it over?" Conan radioed. Batman responded. "Yes." The helicopters overlooking the city continued to close in on their location. It didn't take long for Kogoro to notice as well. "What the hell is going on?" Batman took a step forward, placing a foot onto the edge of the building. "It's over," Batman relayed. Hearing this Kogoro made a move toward him. "My daughter? What about Ran?" Batman looked to him for a final time. "She's fine detective, an ally of mine has assured her safety." Batman conveyed. Kogoro sighed in relief. "There is one thing I'd like to ask of you." Kogoro looked him in the eyes. "What is it?" "Everything that happened on this roof tonight involving Kaitou Kid and myself, it never happened," Batman stated. "What do you mean it never happened?" "Goodbye detective." Batman looked to the distance afar. Kogoro raced over, witnessing as Batman glided off into the night. He was at a loss for words. Not a moment later a bright light shined down upon him. Kogoro looked up to find the several helicopters hovering above. There was now a sense of relief. Question was.. was it truly over? ….. Eleven Hours Later The room was silent. Only the subtle sound of the steam rising from the cup of hot tea sitting atop the desk was heard. What exactly had happened the night before? The details of it all were still that of a blur. The sound of a knock at the door came a moment later. Leaning back in the chair Kiyonaga invited the visitor in. "You may enter." A familiar face stepped in past the door. "Sato, you're here." "And with an update," Miwako reported. Kiyonaga was pleased to learn this. "What were you able to uncover?" "How do I put this?" Miwako stopped after reaching the desk. Kiyonaga waved a hand. "Why don't you have a seat?" the Superintendent offered. Miwako nodded. "Thank you." Now seated, she proceeded. "As you know I have been investigating all parties that were on the list I formulated in regards to the drug that hit the streets." "And what has your investigation amounted to?" "A prime suspect," Miwako replied. "If you can even call it that." Kiyonaga didn't know what to make of her words. "What are you trying to say?" "Sunshine Aldor," Miwako said. "That was one of the names on the list of suspects that I gathered. I went in search of Sunshine-san last night." Kiyonaga leaned forward, placing his hands to the top of the desk. "And?" "Aldor Sunshine doesn't exist," Miwako finally revealed. "At least, that's what appears to be the case. According to the online file I found on him it was said he worked at a Fun Entertainment Inc. building located here in Tokyo. Last night I went to visit his office." "He wasn't there," Kiyonaga guessed. "That's right. Not only that, the office room he was supposedly occupying didn't exist either," Miwako continued. "I spoke with the clerk who was working at the front desk last night, according to her there isn't an Aldor Sunshine employed there, nor has there been in the past." "Could it be that Aldor Sunshine simply works at another one of the FEI buildings?" Kiyonaga questioned. "I looked into that very possibility before I came in. There is no Aldor Sunshine working for Fun Entertainment Inc. Not here, nor at any of the other facilities located throughout Japan." "I see." Kiyonaga rested his chin atop his hands. "What a dilemma this is." "There was also a small house registered to Aldor Sunshine located here in Tokyo." "Have you visited it?" Miwako nodded in confirmation. "No one answered when I visited last night, nor when I returned there early this morning." "I take it you would like to get a search warrant?" Kiyonaga assumed. "One of many reasons I'm here," Miwako confirmed. "I will see to that," Kiyonaga assured. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Unless you have more for me; you're dismissed." Miwako nodded before standing back to her feet. About halfway across the room Kiyonaga called to her. "Sato, one last thing." She faced her superior once more. "Good work." "Thank you sir." And with that she advanced onward, closing the door on her way out. Kiyonaga turned in his chair to where he was now looking out the window. "First that drug, then that Riddler character last night. Just what the hell is going on in this city?" ….. Friday! The end of the school week had finally arrived. It was just the two of them, walking side by side. "You have barely spoken since you came over this morning," Haibara said. She could see the look on his face, the deep intent in his eyes even. He was in the process of trying to solve something. But what? "Shinichi?" Hearing his name Conan finally responded. "Sorry," he replied. "I have a lot on my mind." "Anything specific?" "The Riddler.. the identity of the man I was paired with, the game itself," replied Conan. "I have so many questions." "The good news is it's over," Haibara said. "And above all, no one got hurt." "Is it really?" "Excuse me?" "Is it truly over? The Riddler was not apprehended. Who's to say he won't strike again at some point?" "Do you believe he will?" "I do. Last night was just the beginning." Several silent filled moments passed. "How long will Ran remain at the hospital?" Haibara asked. "I don't know," Conan admitted. "She has yet to awake, not since she was found on the side of the river last night." "Who was the one to find her?" Haibara was curious. "It was a call in," Conan informed. "From an anonymous caller. When the police arrived on the scene there was no one there but Ran." "Hmmm. That's rather suspicious," Haibara noted. "I agree." "I take it detective Mouri is currently at Ran's side?" "He is," confirmed Conan. "It's strange though." Haibara looked over, now with an enquiring look on her face. "By what do you mean?" "What was the point of it all? What was the Riddler hoping to accomplish with that game of his?" Conan still didn't know what to make of it all. "All that set up.. for what? Everything ended so abruptly." "It's like you said, last night was only the beginning." "The question is, how and when," Conan said. "There is something else. Oji-san's statement that he gave to the police last night while we were at the station, it was strange." "Starnge?" Haibara questioned. "How do you mean?" Before he had the chance to respond the two would be interrupted. "Hey guys, over here!" Looking across the way the two spotted their friends who were clearly waiting for them. "Looks like we'll have to put this discussion on hold," Conan said. They found themselves in the company of the others soon after. "It's about time you guys showed up," said Genta. "Have you guys been waiting long?" Conan asked. "Almost six minutes," replied Mitsuhiko who checked his watch. "We still have over fifteen minutes before class starts, so we'll be ok." "Let's go!" Ayumi said cheerfully. "You seem pretty happy," Conan noticed. "Do you have something special planned for the day Ayumi-chan?" "We all do!" to which Ayumi replied. "What? We do?" Conan was uncertain for what it was she was referring to. "Today is Friday," Ayumi reminded. "And also show and tell day." "I completely forgot about that," murmured Conan. "You forgot, didn't you?" asked Haibara who came to Conan's side. "Of course not," Conan lied. "How could I?" "Come on guys," Mitsuhiko directed with the wave of his hand. "Let's get going." "Right behind you," said Genta who was the first to follow. And with that their day was now underway. As they pressed on there was another matter that came front and center to Conan's mind. "There's still the fact that Kaitou Kid decided to hand over the Elephant Revenant to me. But why? What could be the reason?" ….. Gotham City It started with a right turn, followed by a left. Soon the combination was realized in full. With the lock now disabled he stood to his feet. "Opening this door will send out a signal to the GCPD, we'll have anywhere from three to six minutes before they arrive. So we'll need to move swiftly. Everyone got it?" "Just open the damn safe," another said in response. "Let's get the money and hightail outta here, the longer we mess around the higher the chance we'll encounter you know who. Besides, we still haffta make plans for the next bank we bout to hit up." "Yah, yea, I hear ya." He turned back in the direction of the door only to hear something drop down to the ground from behind. "Now what?" Turning around he along with everyone who stood in rank with him came to lock eyes on a dark figure hiding among the shadows across the room. There was no doubt in their minds who it was. "Batman!" "We can do this the easy way, or the painful one," the voice of a woman conveyed. "The hell? That aint the bat. Who are you? Show yourself!" "You're in no position to give orders," she replied. "It's eight against one, I like our odds." "But I am not of one," the woman declared. Following this more figures appeared within the darkness of the room. "We are many, ghosts of this world." "I don't care who you people are. Alright boys, light em up!" … Several miles away The hand on the clock turned, signaling the passing of another hour. It was now eight o'clock. Soon it would be time to venture out into the night. He now sat at the chair in front of the large super computer, all collected information had been gathered into one file. The only thing that remained to do was to piece it all together. "What was Nigma doing down in Japan? Was his entire purpose for being their completely tied to his game? Or could it be more.. could it be that the spread of Crane's toxin was also part of his doing? And then there's the Royal Flash Gang, what did they want with Kaitou Kid?" Those very questions carried on through his mind. The sound of someone approaching from behind came in those following seconds. Turning in his seat he came to find who it was. "Nightwing, Flash, thank you for coming." "It's been a steady in Central City all evening," Flash noted. "Taking a short leave shouldn't cause for too much concern." "Batman, what is it?" asked Nightwing who advanced forward. "Have you figured something out?" "Work in progress," Batman replied. "The details involving yesterday's case isn't entirely why I have summoned you both." "Ok, consider me surprised," Flash admitted. "If you didn't call us here to discuss the Riddler, then why are we here?" Batman turned in the chair to where he now faced the two entirely. "Because this matter might concern you both just as much as myself." Both Nightwing and Flash looked to one another before looking back down at him. "Excuse me?" Nightwing questioned. Batman would now elaborate. "Barry, do you recall when this all started?" "Well, of course," Flash replied. "The moment the Riddler showed up at detective Mouri's agenc-" Batman interrupted. "No, it began before that." "What, before? Are you sure?" "Central City," Batman said. "That is where Scarecrow's toxin was being produced, the batch that was ultimately shipped to several parts of Japan." "You're right," Flash said. "I almost forgot about that." "Could it be that Riddler's appearance in Japan is tied to Crane's toxin?" Nightwing questioned. "Is it possible?" "It can't be coincidence," Flash said. "The Riddler, Scarecrow.. there has to be a connection to make." "Any guess to what that could be?" "If there is a connection to make, we will find it." Batman was certain of this. "I said you both are involved in this just as much as myself, and not just the two, but the other three as well." "Other three?" Nightwing questioned. "As in the guys we were paired with electronically during Riddler's fun game?" "Yes. Detective Mouri, Kaitou Kid, and myself were all targets from the beginning," Batman pointed out. "The moment the both of you and detective Kudo picked up those communicator devices was the moment you became just as intertwined in all of this as the rest of us. We can't shy away from the possibility that you two might specifically be a part of the Riddler's ultimate plan going forward." "You know the Riddler better than anyone," Flash said. "What do you believe he is planning?" Batman gave the only answer he could. "I don't know, at least not yet." Pivoting in the chair all focus fell on the computer. "Before I called the two of you here I put together a timeline for every action the Riddler made within the last three days." "And let me guess, you think you might have an idea for what Riddler's next move will be?" Batman replied. ".. Maybe." He proceeded from there, opening a file on the screen for all to see. "Prepare yourselves gentlemen and ladies alike; the end of this will bring about the closing to a prologue. That was the closing line of Riddler's last announcement to the public." "What of it?" Flash questioned. "Do you think there is some relevance to that line?" ".. Prologue," Nightwing said. "That is the key word. If yesterday was a prologue then there is certainly more to come." "Ok, but what?" Flash wondered. "The pieces are all here, we just need to put them together," Batman said in response. "There is one thing in particular Nigma asked of me that seems to be the most telling." "Let's hear it." "Morning, day, and night. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words; Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, or Monday?" "What was your response?" Flash asked. "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow." "And what did he say in response?" "He claimed the answer I gave was incorrect," replied Batman. "Figuring out the true answer could be key to determining what the Riddler plan's to do next." "Something we can all agree on," Flash said. "Another thing we should take into account is the theme of these proceedings, a mirrored misdirection. For all we know something like that could still be in play for whatever he is planning next." "Something I am accounting for," acknowledged Batman. "There was something else Nigma said that has been on my mind." "And what's that?" Nightwing asked. "In what frame does the end begin before the beginning?" Batman ran down. "There is no doubt in my mind he was hinting at something." "Question is, what?" "I do have something else I do wish to ask, since we're semi on the subject," Flash said. Batman took a moment to look away from the computer. "What is it?" "Ran Mouri, the daughter of the detective," Flash said. "Where was she anyway?" "Floating along the Edo River inside of a coffin," Nightwing revealed. Flash was surprised to learn this. "A coffin? Now that's unexpected. Where is it now, in the hands of Tokyo's authorities?" "They are unaware of the coffin," Batman said. "You don't mean.." "Yes, when I returned from Japan I brought the coffin back with me," Batman confirmed. "It is currently in my evidence lab." Batman then turned focus back on the computer. Flash crossed his arms over his chest. "Why am I not surprised? So, did the coffin hint at anything? Did you discover something that might tell us where the Riddler is or when he might strike next?" Batman responded. "Nothing that could be made out from the naked eye. I'll have to run some further tests to be sure. On the subject of the coffin, Riddler knew Ran had been found before Robin even reported it over the communicator," Batman said. "My guess is that Nigma installed something inside of the coffin which allowed him to know when someone opened or came near it." "Which gave him the opportunity to hightail out of there before anyone could get the chance to get the drop on him," Nightwing said. There remained only one thing to enquire. "So.. what happens from here?" Batman stood up from the chair with only one thing to say. "We prepare." The sound of a step echoed through the room, then another. "Someone's coming," Flash noted. "You expecting more company?" "No, I'm not." The three of them looked into the direction of the stairway to find a dark figure approaching. "I hope I am not interrupting anything," someone spoke. Batman recognized the voice immediately, watching as they stepped into the clear. "Batwoman." "Batman, we have a problem." To Be Continued
  8. Yes, I will change that to unknown "bruise" that would be accurate. Thanks for the pointer.
  9. This is not a fact or evidence, still just merely speculation at this point.
  10. This is my analysis on Vermouth, my favorite character, using facts and some speculations (not to be confused with a fanfic). Hope you like it! The silence of the universe, the dormancy of the deepest sea level, the darkness of the basement, the peacefulness of the sky, and the tranquility of the moving breeze are undisturbed. When slightly touched, it becomes the explosion of the Big Bang, the rise of tsunamis, the dazzling gleam from the lights, the turbulence of Mother Nature, and finally, the boisterousness of the tornadoes. When the mysteries blacken the extremes from each end, we sense the vast arrays of mannequins lying in front of us upon entering the Void, with the question of picking the correct one. That correct version, at the end of the tunnel, is where all queries and mysteries are decrypted. The purpose of life, the true allegiance, the ulterior motives and most importantly, the face behind the mask make the fathom trip interesting and thought-provoking enough for any us readers. It all begins with the initiative of debunking the most mythical character to have ever existed, Vermouth. “A secret makes a woman woman.” Tilting her head slightly to the right, making a creepy yet omniscient grin, lighting up her eyes with a stunning stare that never leave the opposite in conversations and dilating her own pupils to relax all muscles, Vermouth perfectly keeps us in the vortex of confusion, amazement and silence. Boasting a curvaceous body with immaculate boob size, oval face, long hair, ludicrous height, long yet moderately meaty legs and a confident posture, Vermouth is a flawless creation of Gosho when it comes to physical appearance. Such a stainless figure seems outrageous and instigates rebellious fantasies within us, with the ability to shut down and unfreeze the most frigid mind. Immerged in the abyss of the immensely intricate outward appearance are the alternate layers of a multitude of charm that not only further perplex us but also carry thousands of messages to be understood. The soft core of one message is to garner more attention towards her, while the hard core of another message is to publicly display how Vermouth’s appearance can alter the entire structure of the atmosphere. And when our first feeling of being thoroughly impressed seems to peacefully drift, several layers of fatal thorns show up from the inside of Vermouth and begin to surface. Vermouth kills. Cloaking the form of one of the most charming human being to have ever existed, now on the other end of the spectrum, Vermouth quietly shows multiple levels of taints that turn her into a morbid figure that is a strong embodiment of the Black Organization. The guise of a seemingly introverted lady with soul-absorbing eyes and skin-tearing grins is stripped off and a split of personality becomes present. In a tight black suit, collared shirt and mobile equipment for use, Vermouth now appears as a killer no one expects. Armed with high-trained gun use, superior intelligence, unprecedented sensitivity, quick-minded grasp of each situation, indomitable calmness of the soul yet fiery forces of vengeance, and on top of that the broad understanding of medical knowledge and the ultimate weapon, out-of-this-world disguise capabilities, Vermouth is a fearsome opponent on the field that is ready for pursuit and termination. The most fixated look and thoughts on her vanish and are now replaced with apparent fear yet mildly amusing satisfaction. Being murdered by one of the flawless creations in this world can even bring about what is called “bliss” in death of the preys. Each prey can at least somewhat feel the pain and torture when Vermouth begins reading the requiem (Shiho, Jodie), yet can also perceive the less tortured imminent death. Vermouth really kills in style, and she sends the most tranquil yet disturbing messages to the preys she is about to dispatch to another world. Now, another door opens up another riddle of Vermouth’s life, what does she live for? The answer is obvious yet incredibly obscure. Vermouth has everything in this world that the Creators have bestowed on her: impeccable charm, sparkling beauty with shining visage, overpowered disguise abilities, enhanced stamina, superb acting and even top-notched intelligence. She possesses everything that each girl wants. One noteworthy trait, is Vermouth’s notorious disguise skills. It is still a great riddle as to how she manages to turn herself into anyone she wants, virtually, regardless of shape and size in most circumstances. The tutelage of Toichi Kuroba is the main cause, but other than that, her ruses into bluffing her identity that no one in the surrounding suspects are unbelievable. Among thousands of identities that mask her, this is what makes Ver gain the upper hand not only in infiltration and combat, but also her improvisation and well-used anthems to dig into the exposed personalities of the exposing side. She understands everyone’s actions and motives, but, what inside her awaits her decipher. When one puts on too many masks at the same time, he eventually forgets who he really is. The real entity is gradually eclipsed by the alternate egos that have now ingrained in him. The same process is happening to Ver. Being under the guises of all Dr.Araide, the serial killer in New York, Jodie Starling, Shuichi Akai, Azusa, and various other characters, Vermouth’s seek for her true identity is much and much more arduous. Vermouth is an extremely capable actress, and her outlook on her own life strongly suggests that she considers her own life a gigantic play, with her being given a specific role to play. Her bemused manners even in danger not only show her utmost bravery but also further exhume her attitude of how she considers each scenario an act in a particular play so that when she decides to make a move, all preplanned thoughts and predictions will serve her well. Even in an evil organization, she is also a favorite of Anokata, the boss that rules all. This enormous advantage, as a result, shields her from countless unnecessary complications or even in real predicaments. Coupled with that is her eternal youth, being unable to age during more than 2 decades long. The cycle moves on infinitely for Vermouth, as long as she lives, she is enveloped by burning jealousy, guaranteed security, and ultimate pleasance. Her life continues to be unharmed, and harnessed by every potent force that ensures her safety. However, on the opposite side, a door is squeaking and finally burst open. The journey is not over yet, and another corner of Vermouth marks its existence. We wish to be normal individuals, with a normal life, go to school, find a job, get married, have children, and enjoy the beauty of the nature. This wish, though ordinary, has become, becomes, or will become a burden for a lot of people out there with tremendous odds against them, such as being mentally challenged, physically crippled, so on and so forth. Being a genius, while garnering all the spotlight of accolades, deep respect and unfathomable admiration from others, can also deal huge blows to one’s own life. The wish to become normal again becomes more and more unrealistic. What eventually arrives at the end of our life is what we want to pursue the most normal things that everyone is entitled to. Vermouth can also be considered a genius, when various different fields of study such as medicine (as Dr. Araide to pass on knowledge to subordinates), disguise and acting (instructed by Kuroba), weaponry (trained in Black Organization long time ago) and her amazing intellect (developed on her own) are absorbed in her mind. She is blessed with a variety of talents that a lot can only dream of, and in her reverie now Vermouth vehemently desires peace in her soul. The struggle that we are trying to touch the darkest layers of Vermouth is equivalent to the struggles that Vermouth has been putting up with through her entire life. Her Oscar award and roaring fame are only superficial, and at present, Vermouth is doing the job before time runs out for her. It is not the Itakura program that presumably accelerates her age to become normal or a family with children that dispel her loneliness. Vermouth is racing against time, to find out what is the most valuable assets in her life. No more fame or public attention is needed. No more money is desired. What we have seen so far is the intense wrestling that Vermouth has put on. While it is true to say that she has many enemies in her real life, her most formidable enemy that she will ever face, is her own self. This is my analysis on Vermouth, my favorite character, using facts and some speculations (not to be mistaken as a fanfic). Hope you like it! Life is very fair and at a peak of a cycle is the initiation of a downfall for another reach to equilibrium. Vermouth’s life has been blessed with everything a human can basically ask for, and this suggests a new yet subtle trend that she realizes: The need to return to her natural self, not to become anyone else any more. “No angels have ever smiled upon me. Not even once.” This confession of Vermouth, as Sharon at the time, truly means more than words. What has gone wrong with her personal life has made some sorts of things irredeemable. Vermouth, up to this point, has no relatives (possibly the boss, yet this is to be confirmed). Surrounded by her are merciless sharks that can devour her any time. The stoicism, the sternness, and the stress around her are becoming more and more burdensome. The favoritism she receives in Black Organization is less and less meaningful. She has more than once expressed her conviction that Conan is the Silver Bullet that will take down the organization. Rooted in evil and now climbing out of a filthy swamp for a better future, Vermouth becomes a different individual that we see the change in color. Her definition of justice has been holistically modified and her wicked belief system has been undermined as a whole from Conan’s sheer influence of how justice should be looked at. Her allegiance, though unknown at this point, has been split in halves and what she needs is someone who can guide her through this mess, dragging her to the good side and ridding all the evil remnants that have been with her for such a long time. The quest for the right and the fight continues as her life passes by. As a seasoned disguiser that has successfully masked herself with hundreds of disguises, Vermouth is meticulous in love affairs as well. Gosho has indicated that Gin is not the type of person to fall in love with anyone, and while Vermouth is also an experienced assassin, she is of a very different type. The rock solid love deep down her heart for Shinichi and Ran lays the foundation for her behaviors of a nurturing mother. Vermouth can look ruthless, as Jodie has claimed in rage, that “how can she be a good person with that smile?”, or Shuichi, who also said, that Vermouth is a “wilted, rotten apple from the inside”; nevertheless, that is quite a misunderstanding, even though their words are meant to be and suit the situations well enough. Here is what comes to mind of us readers. Shinichi took a different approach rather than taunting Vermouth like what Shuichi did. In the guise of a serial killer, Shinichi still saved the killer, and said that there was no necessary logic needed when it came to helping people. Evidently, this bold approach almost made Vermouth in disguise kill him still, but, she was definitely moved by his demeanor and thus refrained from causing any damage at that point. From this incident, it is wisely interpreted that Vermouth is not an evil character, and a magnanimous behavior like Shin can change the world. Violence can be used for good to represent how justice should be served, but peace is the ultimate solution that erases any grudges and hatred. Vermouth is bright enough to thoroughly grasp the gist of life and how things work with reasons behind each incident, and this perfectly captures how the seemingly cold heart of a character can be absolutely melted. It does not take long before Vermouth figures out that her most invaluable “treasures” in this world are Shinichi and Ran. Even though Ran saved her life in New York thanks to her quick reflexes, In Vermouth’s eyes Ran is still only a stranger, not a blood relative. However, the fact that she clings to, with a clear imprinted will to protect Shinichi and Ran no matter what truly emblazons Vermouth’s twisted mind of a serial killer. This is the trait that sets her apart from other black organization members, who are brutal assassins and have no heart. And as we have seen, Vermouth has shown insane progress in modifying her substance to display her unbeatable tendency to change and adapt to new concepts. She is still learning, and fortunately she is a quick learner. Against the black organization, it sounds exactly like you are being mind-controlled by an evil force but you just keep fighting to not be controlled into destruction. Vermouth is being trapped in the locked maze of the situations in which life and death are not much of a difference from each other. She deciphers her own puzzles that she has set up, as a way to gain freedom. The fact that she cares extremely deeply about the couple Shinichi and Ran already implies her potential sacrifice in the future or noble departure from evil. Whatever denouement awaits her at the end of the street, her throbbing heart begs for care, protection, love and embraces like what a mother can give to her beloved children. From the aforementioned point of view, how do we think of Vermouth as a female character in response to romance? We see that she has shown the true noble love for Shinichi and Ran, but when it comes to romance it is a totally different topic. Vermouth’s real age remains a big secret, as always. If we assume that she is at least 50 years of age, which sounds the most reasonable considering that she killed Jodie’s parents 2 decades ago, Vermouth’s concepts of romance can already be scrutinized. Being one of the most magnificently beautiful female characters in the entire series, it would be unreasonable to claim that Vermouth has never got married in the past in her whole life, as the fact that she likes Gin a lot is taken into account. She poses no gender issues, and on top of all, the romance is explicit. Indeed, Vermouth is one character that is decorated with romantic penchant. Her slight complaint about Gin’s abruption in the classic “martini” scene emphasizes Vermouth’s complex thoughts of how true romance should look like. Every single human being has his or her soft moments. We are humans, not machines. When we have our weak moment, what we want is peace. No throttling, no bashing, no any punishments. It has already been a bad day and we need to be alone for a while. Vermouth is a warm-hearted person when she really means it, even though her acting can somewhat set it up at ease. Vermouth treats her friends, including Yukiko and her daughter Ran and Shinichi in a friendly manner and with evidence to conclude that she is not an iron-hearted person, Vermouth can indeed fall in love, despite the fact that she has been single for a long time in the organization. She shows that she is totally capable of loving, caring and taking after of the one she dearly loves for that matter. There is also a notable trait in Vermouth’s mindset that she is very serious in the face of romance. Her psyche, while containing the impulses of a serial killer, is in fact vulnerable to the core. Her insecurity, high standard of choosing a real lover, or fear of responsibility as well as other resulting entanglement could make sense in Black Organization like a bomb ready to explode. Vermouth is a female character that can feel mental pain like many others – in the past she hoped Shinichi would not think bad of her and that she could prove her worth later on in the series. While Vermouth can be a cold member in the organization regularly when on mission, or meetings, etc, as a regular person we can feel the loneliness deep within her. No one in the organization understands her thoughts and her feelings at all. No one really care. Black Organization is a brutal place in which if one is born into it, he or she perishes in it, and along with it. It is a butchering furnace that does not hesitate to terminate senior members, like Pisco. There is no such thing as feelings in there. Now that Vermouth has been exposed to what is called “love” and “feeling”, she is sweltered every single day. There is no one in the organization currently that she can put her faith on as a love partner. She is sexy, charming and she knows it very well. She rejected Calvados easily because that is what a wise woman would do. Calvados is known to fall for her because of her physical appearance, and while it is a normal thing for guys to fall in love with girls with striking appearance, physical appearance deteriorates over time and then who knows, Calvados might ditch her then, right? Vermouth chooses to let herself develop romantic relationship with someone she trusts enough, not those who fall for her beauty because out of 100 men, all of them could easily snatch her. Her insecurity might have resulted from the decadent past with an abusive husband, which we cannot confirm right now, but what she has been through in her long life this far has formed a shell covering her from hurts and pains. She has suffered a lot more than we would expect, and she does not want any more dents in her soul. She is one character that rather than cursing her, we should sympathize, with all our respect. Vermouth has done a lot, and exerted incredible efforts in learning to be an ally, as well as searching for her true self over time, but whether she will make it in the end, to fully develop as a memorable character for the entire world to see, depends on a lot of variables and remains to be seen.
  11. There are a lot of hot characters in detective conan. So who's your crush? Mine would be Tooru Amuro/Rei Furaya/Bourbon. He is so handsome and smart. If I were a boy, than it will be Haibara Ai/Shiho Miyano, because she's cool, pretty, and smart.
  12. I've been watching detective conan for over 5 years and I just found this website. I'm a sherlockian/holmesian. I love anything related to music and mystery, I'm 13 years old and I live in Australia. I'm a hardcore COAI/SHINSHI shipper (sorry shinran shippers, I used to be a shinran until Ai came into the picture) Read my username. VVN, get it?!?! That's my name. And I'm born in 2004.
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  14. This is my proposed theoretical resolution to the case of Haneda Kouji, one of the greatest mysteries in the series that is involved with several unknown identities at present. First off, Kouji met with Amanda and Asaka to have a chat in Kouji's room about some random topics. Asaka is originally Amanda's bodyguard, because, Amanda had acquaintances with the FBI and the CIA, so protection was necessary. She hired Asaka at one point from the past and nobody knew Asaka's background. I guess Asaka was a secret agent from some organization back then, with unknown whereabouts. In the conversation, Amanda ordered room service, like sweets and tea to Kouji's room. Rum was outside, observing the situation and waiting for a chance to kill all three. Second, after the conversation, Amanda was tired so she went back to her room to rest. Asaka was with Kouji, maybe talking about the Shogi tournament the next day, and some security stories regarding Amanda that Asaka was concerned about. When Amanda went to her room, Rum, previously snuck into her room, ambushed Amanda, forced her with APTX and killed her easily. That explains why Amanda's room was clean. Rum had to act quickly, since there were 2 other alive, Asaka and Amanda, to clear up all evidences. Right when Asaka opened Kouji's room and went back to Amanda's room, Rum pushed Asaka in the room, kicked shut the door and knocked out Asaka. Seeing Kouji panicked and about to call the reception, he left Asaka unconscious there, and went ahead to subdue Kouji. Kouji managed to put up some fight with Rum (defensive wounds on his arms), but was soon overwhelmed. In the end, Rum managed to force Kouji to swallow APTX. Just when Kouji was about to die, Asaka launched a counterattack on Rum, injuring him somewhat. Rum fought Asaka and now Kouji's room turned into a huge mess, with broken objects like crockery, plates and cups. Asaka was again, overwhelmed by Rum. Just when Asaka was about to be forced to swallow APTX, Rum heard the sounds of people from neighboring rooms come back after dinner or something. (The incident happened with no witnesses, neighboring hotel residents all went out for dinner, etc so Rum took advantage of the situation to act). Asaka was still resisting and so it was too late for Rum to kill Asaka. Fearing that Amanda's death might be exposed soon enough, Rum knocked down Asaka unconscious again and fled the scene, with the thought that Asaka would be framed for killing Kouji and Amanda. Kouji still had his last breathe to go into the bathroom, filled the sink with water to cut the mirror, craft the dying message, PUT ON MASCARA, and finally died. Asaka regained consciousness, fled the scene aftera while, but people knew that Asaka fled (on the website by the uploader of the case, it says that people hear Amanda call out the name "Asaka"), but they didn't know Rum or any suspicious person fled before Asaka. In the process, Asaka took the U shard from the dying message Kouji made with a pair of scissors, but became the prime suspect for both murders. Facts and evidences we have about this case: *Dying message, correctly deciphered as ASACA Rum. *The U shard is missing from "PTON MASCARA" part*Tap water was left running in Kouji's room*Kouji's room was very messy while Amanda's was very tidy: Crockery, broken hand-mirror, cups and plates smashed to pieces in Kouji's room.*Amanda met with Kouji to have a chat, before she was killed*Defensive wounds were found on Kouji's arms*Gaito Hotta believes Asaka is female and Asaka was seen holding the hand-mirror. *Kouji ended up with the hand-mirror to craft the dying message. *There was a person who kept uploading the case online when the case was taken down every time*Bruise on Kouji's palm when he held the scissors tightly*Unknown "bruise" in the middle of Kouji's right palm*Asaka's hiring was done in secret. No one close to Amanda knew how Asaka was hired. *Tsutomu's body was never found and he was missing still. So that's how I recontructed the Kouji case. To answer some questions, here are my thoughts:I think Tsutomu Akai (missing) was an investigator of the case after it happened, and so his investigation caught BO (Black Organization)'s attention, and went missing afterwards. Asaka is in fact Wakasa Rumi, who is still keeping the U shard, and the missing bodyguard from 17 years ago. Asaka picture seems to fit Rumi (slim figure) and 17 years ago, Rumi was 20. I believe in Hotta's statement as well. Since Rumi was a secret agent (follow up from the thought above), she could pretend to look older back then, for Amanda to hire her. But 20 looks fitting to the picture of Asaka back then. As for who Rum is, I think Rum hasn't appeared in person before. I don't think Kouji knows Rum, so, his dying message most likely meant to point to Rumi (died before creating the letter "I") You might say, that a dying message of the victim always points to the culprit, exposing them. But since Kouji didn't even know Rum at all (not to mention Rum could have put on a disguise in the murder), he could only help the police's investigation by directing it to Asaka, the survivor of the case (I think he saw Rumi alive, but unable to move temporarily due to Rum's beatings). I tried my best to simplify this big mystery, so I could be so wrong and the case could've been much more complicated than what I think. Feel free to give your opinions. Thanks for reading!
  15. Yeah, it's really frustrating. I'm really enjoying the series, there are even some elements that I like more than Conan, like having more than just three suspects in every case). Through various sites, I've managed to read through the entirety of the first 10 cases, but then it skips a few cases, and the next one I can find only has the first four chapters. It's really bugging me as this is a great series. Can anyone point me to a site that hosts the series in its entirety? Even if it's bad scans, that's better than not getting to read it at all!
  16. In terms of the manga, I don't think so.
  17. It's a bit random, but had Gosho feature drone in DC? Or he has not?
  18. Gin Arc would be interesting, because so far the arcs are always about new name.
  19. Thanks man! It was tough to get at several stores, but my job had some in stock, so I bought one the morning of it's release. I haven't actually got around to playing it due to work/school, but I have a break coming soon, so I'm gonna tackle it then. I'll let you know though!
  20. @machine what level of proficiency are you at in Python? Do you want to learn coding or the applications of the same. If it's the former then you can probably look at several YouTube tutorials available. If it's the latter then I'd say go for some standard course on data structures and algorithms and concurrently study a bit of game theory and graph theory and basics of linear algebra. But if it's just for fun, you might want to do competitive programming.
  21. i see no problem with that you can take different approaches to every movie there are a few thing i would have liked differently with kimi no na wa
  22. Someone sounds like they're salty they had the Longest Road card sniped from them. Also, I totally knew it was ProZD on the vocals, no one can impersonate Goofy quite like he can, hah. Eyoo, congrats on getting it! I had a really strong urge to get one myself when it was first announced, since I've been meaning to play such games as ALttP, Yoshi's Island, Earthbound, Super Mario RPG, as well as Starfox 2 of course. But I have neither the time nor the money to justify the purchase. How are you liking it so far? -- OMM1: tfw JJ Abrams decides to make a Hollywood live-action adaption of Kimi no Na wa OMM2: The new trailers for USUM have me like
  23. i find that here become colder and colder.where the people go?
  24. long time not at here,this site become so cold.

  25. No, I didn't break my bone, but I broke _ ___ bone (: If you could only have one wish, what would you wish for?
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