Welcome to my new fanfiction. I hope you like it.

The Detective Conan universe belongs to Gosho Aoyama.

My characters belong to me.

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Chapter 1

I don't know what happened. I really don't know. All I know is that I woke up this morning and something was weird because I wasn't in my apartment. And now I'm looking at the picture of Shinichi Kudou… on the front page of the papers. Which means the impossible became possible and I was somehow brought into my favourite series of all time.

Now the how is a totally different story… which I can't remember…

What I do remember is that I got home, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed. A normal evening.

"Maybe I died…?", I think and try to remember if I left anything burning, be it a candle or a cigarette or even the stove but came to the conclusion that I didn't.

I chuckle: "Well, in my line of work I wouldn't be surprised to be killed in my sleep."

I put the papers on the table and sight: "Whatever… No need to question it as I'll most certainly won't get any answer. But, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Well… first off I should find out in what kind of Detective Conan Universe I am. And then I should find out who I am in this Universe." I think and begin to look though the article for clues.

'His name is Shinichi Kudou

The High schooler cracks another case!

Shinichi Kudou (16), the High school detective uncovers the murder off…'

I decide not to read any further since I know the story and my first question is already answered.

I'm in a manga-universe, with their normal names. Lucky me.

But now I have two more questions:

Are the cases of the fillers from the anime in this?

And are the films included?

I sight again: "Well, I can't figure that out until it happens, now can I?"

I stand up and run my fingers through my hair, frowning. I sight again and begin looking around.

There are three rooms: a living room and two bedrooms. One smaller than the other indicating it's a guestroom. But most likely I, or the other me uses it as a workspace since there is a whiteboard and a desk with laptop. Then there is a kitchen, a toilet and a bathroom with bathtub and shower. All rooms are connected with a hallway to the front door. All in all, a very nice apartment. After that, I go looking for something to determine find my location, like letters or a lease contract.

So I begin to flip through the papers on the neat desk in the office/guestroom but come up with nothing. There are just some welcome-cards from various people which seem to be neighbours and some random blanc pages.

"At least now I know that I just moved here", I mumble. "So I can ask where anything is without getting any weird looks."

Then I go on to the drawers. At first they look pretty normal but if the me in this world is anything like me, there should be something hidden. And I am right. The drawer has a false bottom, barely visible.

I smirk: "Well, hello there. What do we have here?" And I pull out three folders of different size.

Each one has a different name. One is labelled as 'ebi', one as 'ag-du' and the last one as 'nla'.

I begin to grin. I know what the other me did there since I usually do the same with secret, classified information, so no one but myself understands what they have in their hands.

I begin with 'ebi' since it's the smallest. There are only pictures in it.

On every one of these pictures is a little girl in different situations, her age variating from around five to around ten years but it is definitely the same girl. She has green eyes, dark hair (though with different styles and length) and she seems to be partly Asian.

Many pictures show also a woman and a teenage boy with her, looking fairly similar to the girl besides their eyes since they are grey.

I turn one of the pictures around and discover words on the back:

Mom, H. D. & me, April 19XX, Germany, holiday

"H. D.? Who is that?", I turn every other picture with the boy on it just to see that each one has H. D. on its back. My search for the name of the unknown boy abruptly stops when I see a picture with familiar faces on it. There are Shukichi Haneda, Masumi Sera and Shuichi Akai with the little girl, posing and laughing. They are wearing swimsuits and in the back you can see the beach and other people enjoying themselves.

I turn it around: S. H., S. A., M. S. & me, Japan, summer holiday

"Hmm… I know where this is, but I don't remember seeing the girl… Who is she? Could it be the other me? If so, it would be nice to know what happened. Maybe I'll get the memories of the other me?", I'm trying to remember anything about the life here but only get blurry pictures and a headache. "Well, only time will tell, right?"

There is something else I need to find out right now. Namely finding out if this girl is the other me/me. And the only thing I need for this is a mirror.