Shirou's clones number 30 million

Have you read the comic?

"I haven't had time yet, but I will definitely do it later."

"I knew you wouldn't have time. I have some magazines sent from the editorial department. Want to look at them together?"

"Okay."

It would be perfectly acceptable to meet Shirou sooner rather than later.

Lately, Sanzenin Nagi has been using the excuse of discussing the manga's plot to call me over.

Although I don't plan to date a minor, we're about to get engaged, so it's hard to refuse.

Over time, their relationship improved significantly without them even realizing it.

"The art style is nice, but looking at my own story makes me feel a strange sense of shame."

The male protagonist of the manga is named Hayami Shirou; his name remains unchanged.

The story begins five years ago, when high school student Shirou Hayami accidentally witnesses a murder case on a roller coaster.

There, she met high school detective Shinichi Kudo.

Seeing him searching for evidence everywhere, a question unconsciously arose in my mind:

The evidence is right there in front of us. The murderer didn't try to hide anything at all. Was it really necessary to investigate such a simple case for so long?

So the male protagonist couldn't help but speak up, and after a barrage of words, the murderer knelt down and covered his face, crying.

The legend of the famous detective Shirou Hayami begins here.

"Haha... Nice drawing. Although it's roughly about this, seeing it in a comic book is quite interesting."

"Shirou, you haven't told me where Shinichi Kudo is hiding after this, so I'm having a bit trouble planning the plot."

"Hmm... He's been working under an assumed name, secretly investigating the Black Organization. Occasionally, he'll contact Conan by phone."

Of course, Hayami Shirou couldn't tell the truth about this.

After all, comics are meant for the whole world.

Shinichi Kudo just held a funeral for Conan, and it would be a shame to reveal that he is Conan.

The consequences are truly unpredictable.

"Wait a minute, let me write this down. We'll use this setting later. By the way, Conan is the child who died a couple of days ago, right?"

"Yes, he has passed away."

"Wouldn't it be inappropriate to draw him into a comic book?"

"Don't worry, Conan's friends will also want to see him again in the manga."

Hayami Shirou paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"By the way, it doesn't matter for me, but it's not good for others to use their original names. Let's change one character slightly."

"For example, change Conan to Conan Doyle, and Conan Doyle to Conan Doyle."

“Oh...that seems quite interesting. It’s also very easy to pronounce ‘Conan’.” Sanzenin Nagi’s eyes lit up and she said with a smile, “Why didn’t I think of this before? I should have changed the male protagonist’s name to Sanzenin Shirou.”

Chapter 430 Too petty

Chapter 430, Section 431: Too Petty

Another night, in the white mist.

"Congratulations, you've finally achieved your wish."

"what?"

"Defeat Kogoro Mouri and become Tokyo's only great detective!"

"Sigh... Is this considered a defeat?" Hayami Shirou sighed softly.

In terms of ability, even Kogoro Mouri and Conan combined wouldn't be a match for him.

However, as the Grim Reaper, Conan encounters far too many cases. If he weren't able to solve cases faster than Conan and suppress him with his absolute abilities, his fame would definitely not be as great as Conan's.

Now that Conan is "dead," Shinichi Kudo has lost his Grim Reaper abilities.

In other words, victory has been won without a fight.

"Isn't this great? What else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?" Tianlong Renlang asked with a light laugh.

"It's not dissatisfaction, just a bit of melancholy. In life, what we can't lack are goals and rivals."

Hayami Shirou sighed softly. Now, the goal was still there, but the opponent was gone.

As he turned his head, he suddenly noticed the white mist churning in the distance and immediately fell silent.

According to his own memory, this situation clearly indicates that a new person has arrived.

"Looks like we've got another amazing newcomer."

"What are you saying again? You're clearly the last one among us. Are you praising yourself?" Kitahara Shirou couldn't help but laugh.

As they spoke, the newlyweds appeared from the white mist.

This is a black-haired male high school student with a rather handsome appearance; by a standard of ten, I would give him an eight.

Of course, this is not the key.

The key point is that he was also holding a paper notebook and a ballpoint pen.

"Yakami Yue?"

"Sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else. I just happened to have my notebook with me."

The newcomer looked around, a look of surprise on his face:

"What's going on? How come there are several people who look exactly alike? It doesn't seem like I'm dreaming."

Shirou was slightly taken aback, but Shirou was the first to react and stepped forward to shake hands.

"Another one who's lost their memory. Let me see, who are you?"

"Huh...? Masamune Makabe? You're really in a bad situation. No, it's not so much that your life is miserable, but rather that you're stingy."

Masamune Makabe was a chubby boy with a round head when he was a child. He was bullied by his classmates when he was in the first grade of elementary school.

On the first day, they tried to resist, but they were no match for the overwhelming force.

The same thing happened the next day.

On the third day, he learned his lesson and did not resist, ignoring those people.

But after those people turned and left, he wrote down their names, what they did, and what they said in his notebook.

Afterwards, they handed it over to the teacher, and the students were criticized.

But the matter clearly did not end there.

On the fourth day, he wrote down another list of names in his notebook.

On the fifth day, after observing the situation carefully, he handed over all his pocket money to a trustworthy senior student and asked him to beat up those guys.

Starting on the sixth day, she gradually became isolated by her classmates.

From that day on, he gradually developed a habit of writing down the names of people who had offended him, as well as what they said and did, in his notebook.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my peers gave me the nickname "pig's feet," which spread far and wide, and I was ridiculed for it.

In a fit of anger, he ran to his maternal grandfather's house in the countryside, changed his surname from Hayase to his grandfather's Makabe, and worked hard to improve himself, exercising every day, determined to avenge himself.

Whether it's the person who gave the nickname or the person who called it, they have no intention of letting them off the hook; they are determined to make them suffer the same humiliation.

Of course, the method of revenge is also very simple.

Become a handsome guy, gain influence on campus, and then give those people an unpleasant nickname.

"It turns out I'm a time traveler. How unexpected. Sixteen years have passed, and I only find out who I am today."

Masamune Makabe, clutching his notebook, muttered to himself.

"Stingy, so stingy!" Kitahara Shirou paused, then complained again, "Seriously, do people who aren't named Shirou really not have memories of their past lives?"

“That’s right, it’s so petty!” Tianlong Renlang added. “He held a grudge for eight years over such a trivial matter, and even his method of revenge was so stingy.”

Masamune Makabe subconsciously picked up his notebook, about to write down the two names, when he suddenly realized that he was the only person present, and put the notebook down again.

"Sigh... there's no point in recording my own sarcasm."

"Who mocked you? They were just venting. Don't be so petty, it'll take away a lot of fun in life."

"That's right, if you're too narrow-minded, you'll only suffer."

Masamune Makabe gazed at the group intently and slowly spoke:

“If it weren’t for the fact that memories could be shared at any time, I would definitely write your names down in a little notebook.”

"That's too petty. Haven't you already awakened your past life memories?"

Hayami Shirou looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a child, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

Honestly, even though this is also me, those sixteen years without memories of my past life have had a huge impact on his personality.

Fortunately, he didn't get his hands on the Death Note, otherwise the world would have been doomed.

Masamune Makabe subconsciously touched his hand, and after understanding his thoughts, said rather speechlessly:

"Don't worry, although I hold grudges, I never do anything excessive."

“If someone insults me, I will find a way to insult them back; if someone hits me, I will find a way to hit them back; as for murder, unless someone attempts to kill me but fails, even if I have the Death Note, I cannot write their name in it.”

"You're such a child, can't you be a little more mature?" Asami Shirou said with a light laugh.

“I’m mature enough now; I just repay those who offend me in kind, rather than choosing to repay them tenfold.”

"If you were to live in another world, you would definitely be the kind of tragic protagonist with a lot of suffering and hatred."

"There's nothing I can do; my childhood experiences had a huge impact on me."

Masamune Makabe did not deny this.

Although he has no memories of his past life, his personality is different from the original owner's. They seem to have embarked on the same path, but in reality, they are completely different.