The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 186 Let’s look back! Time, because you are more magnificent than anything else!
Standing on the porch, watching the two long shadows gradually moving away in the glow of the setting sun, Dr. Agasa sighed.

I hope that kid Conan is satisfied with the "surprise" I gave him.

After all, I put a lot of effort into making that skateboard.

But what is more important is not this matter. The moment Conan took the skateboard he handed over, the doctor felt as if a string was plucked deep in his mind.

At this important time point where the past and the future suddenly intersect, the clear yet blurred fog in memory is intertwined to form many memories of yesterday and tomorrow.

Dr. Agasa couldn't help but sigh and silently apologized to Conan.

"I'm sorry, Conan. It's not the right time yet. I have to wait until the Alliance has finished dealing with the matter before I can tell you the clue to the third pointer."

Dr. Agasa withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the clock on the laboratory table that he had just disassembled.

Just like last time, it's time to head to the basement.

He walked to the lab table, placed the black decoder box where it belonged, and put in the black watch...

Dr. Agasa cleared all traces in the villa one by one and skillfully restored everything to the scene when Conan arrived.

Except for the clock taken down from the wall, it still lay there quietly.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he realized that for a 52-year-old man, all this was not so easy.

"Ugh--"

A heavy sigh sounded in the empty living room. Dr. Agasa reached out and picked up the clock, adjusted the hour and minute hands to 3:33, moved the second hand to 0, and then put the removed clock cover back on.

Then he walked quickly to the wall where the clock should have been.

"Three, two...Okay."

The moment the second hand jumped precisely to 33 seconds, Dr. Agasa put the clock back.

The setting sun that had just stretched Conan's shadow so long suddenly disappeared, and the sky suddenly darkened, as if the set of the world had been switched, and time had come to nightfall.

All these changes happened silently, as if this was supposed to be the quiet moment of the night.

The air suddenly became a little chilly, and the night outside the window seemed unreal.

And that familiar moon——

The moon was still at that angle, letting its cool light pass through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly falling into the living room of the villa, and reflected in the position familiar to Dr. Agasa.

——The moonlight just happens to be reflected on the clock case.

"Sh-sh-sh-"

The chirping of crickets sounded on time, and it was particularly clear in the quiet of the night, as if counting the time.

Dr. Agasa turned his head and looked at the corner of the window. He knew what would happen next.

The night breeze blew through the gap in the window, shaking the potted plant next to the floor-to-ceiling window. Then, just as I remembered, with a slight cat's meow, the cricket that was knocked down stopped singing.

Everything is like a replay of yesterday, or a prophecy of tomorrow...

"Kacha—kacha—"

As the clock was replaced, the wall silently sank inward. Then, as a secret door quietly opened, a robot with the same body shape and face as Dr. Agasa slowly walked out from behind the secret door.

Its movements were slow and stiff, following closely behind the real Dr. Agasa.

Dr. Agasa turned and walked towards the basement.

Every step he takes pulls the tide of time like the gravity of the moon. As time goes by, those waves continue to wash onto the beach of Dr. Agasa's memory.

They bring in new things and take away old things.

Some memories in my mind become clearer, while others become more blurred.

And Dr. Agasa felt more and more painful in his heart.

At this moment, this path to the basement, the path to the open "door" -

It just stretches.

This road extends towards the past and towards the future.

And Dr. Agasa stepped towards the past and also towards the future.

His eyes scanned back and forth in the narrow aisle, as if trying to find a running figure or a disappearing shadow.

But just like last time, Dr. Agasa saw nothing, but he knew that someone had just walked this path to the basement, so Dr. Agasa sighed in his heart. It's getting harder and harder...

It's getting harder and harder to think of Conan as just a child...

The heavy news, the people who passed away... the dried blood on the console, and—

The severed hand.

Dr. Agasa felt that the thing in his memory seemed to come alive, and then crawled into his mind along those scattered fragments of memory.

What he remembered most clearly was the TDD on the wrist of the severed hand.

There was a faint light flickering on it, like a time bomb counting down in the darkness, hitting Dr. Agasa's tense nerves again and again.

He turned a corner skillfully, and the next second, as if he suddenly remembered something, Dr. Agasa's expression instantly became relaxed, then suddenly heavy, and then repeated rapidly like this.

Finally, as that heavy expression was revealed, all those complicated emotions turned into a low sigh from the doctor.

The severed hand finally crawled into his memory.

——It seems that the alliance failed this time.

As he walked to the door of the basement, the ignorant robot staggered to a stop.

Stopping, Dr. Agasa reached out and took off the mask on his face.

Then, a carefully woven disguised timeline was quietly attached to the face of the robot that was also Dr. Agasa's.

The history of Dr. Agasa disguised as Dr. Agasa was born.

As the disguised robot under the mask showed the same happy smile, Dr. Agasa on the mask slowly opened his eyes and looked around with a hint of confusion.

This disguised timeline simply ignored Dr. Agasa who was standing next to it. It slapped its head in confusion, "Oh! Why am I sleepwalking again?", then turned and walked in the direction it came from.

Dr. Agasa watched it turn back silently.

——This robot can probably buy a few hours.

This is enough to complete the task before the dual timelines notice anything unusual.

Dr. Agasa's gaze fell on the familiar basement security door, and then lingered on the thick layer of dust in the middle gap of the door.

To be precise, the location of the two palm prints.

In his heart, Dr. Agasa knew that she had come again just now, and realizing this made Dr. Agasa feel a little bit of unbearable sadness in his heart.

With a light sigh, Dr. Agasa reached out and pushed open the door.

"Squeak-"

As the door slowly opened due to inertia, he clearly felt that he had forgotten something again.

After repeatedly reminding himself that this was normal, Dr. Agasa instinctively glanced at the space revealed behind it.

The open door stood there with a blue light that seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity. Dr. Agasa's gaze subconsciously swept towards the operating table in front of the [Circular Door].

No blood...

——Has it been cleaned up? Or has it been successful?

"We've cleaned it up, Doctor, and she passed away pain-free this time."

A sudden voice sounded from beside Dr. Agasa, which startled Dr. Agasa. He turned his head and looked——

At the edge of the radiation range of the [Circular Gate], a researcher in a white coat was standing quietly beside him.

The researcher's appearance was extremely abrupt, as if he had suddenly emerged from non-existent air.

The researcher smiled slightly, and his eyes looked at Dr. Agasa who was in the radiation range as he walked into the door——

This executive-level senator is well-known in the alliance for his many direct actions against the dual timeline.

"I've heard a lot about you, Dr. Agasa."

He stretched out his right hand skillfully.

"I'm Shinichi Mizuno, you can just call me Shinichi."

(End of this chapter)