Hmm? the code isn't a completely unreadable mess this time? Well of course not the way things are coded have narrative reasons.
Eh? You're also surprised it's so short? You didn't want another complete summary of previous events, right?
Interlude 2: Record Of The Truth
I am Kudo Shinichi, 27 year old detective from the future. 10 years ago I was poisoned by a criminal organization, and ever since then I've done everything in my power to bring them to justice.
The poison makes me appear younger than my real age, currently I look the same as I did when I was a teen. It can be temporarily reversed thanks to a special drug made by one of my allies, Miyano Shiho who is also under the effects of the same poison and now living a new life under a different name.
In my timeline I failed to protect many of the people I care about. With Shiho's help I've been traveling through time to try to create a world where all of my friends are safe.
During my travels it eventually came to my attention that the p̶͈̘̞͈̥͖̜̜̣̼̬̄̈́̀͑̅̋̏̒̃͆͆̕ę̴̧̧̛̗̬͇̰̟͚͖͉̈́̅̍͒̅̄͑͜͝ͅr̵̝̻̯̩̯͑̈̓̄̃͒̈́̕͝s̸̨̢̥̦̰̞̆͌̆͂͆̉̈́͋̐ò̶̧̡̦͕̦͍͔͚̟̭̯̲̄́͒̆̒͌̀͛̅͜͠n̵̛̤͂̉̒̍́͋ ̸̘̗̊͌̈́̈̑͆͝͝p̴̺͕̔͐́́͒͝͝ử̴̥̤͎̠͚̗̖̙̳̳͌̎̂̐̚l̴͈̝̩̓̎͐̈̈́̅̋̉̌͆l̴̨̥̦̯͖̍͗̆̐̈́̆i̴̢̡̝͍͙̜͎̘̺̹̜͛͗̈͘n̷̹̖̖͖͈̍̂̏͋̇̎̔̂̽̈́̍͠͝g̷̯̰͆̃̏̂̈́̆̾̔̑̈́͘͜͝ ̷̛̘͉̯̻̂͌͐͊͊̂t̶̘̦̳͙̗̒͝h̷̨̰̗̬̺͍̦̥͈̬͕̎̏́͆͂̎̇̍̒̈́̕é̸̦̟̱̻̬̻͕̠͇̖͂͗̾̓̚͠͝ͅ ̶̧̛̘̞̻̹̘͇̩̦̙͖̓̿̃͂̿s̶̥̗̃̈́͂̔̀ṱ̵͇̲͔̪̟̲̝̲͖͍͛̆̐͝r̶̛̦͌̌̾͛̐͗́̇͘̕͝͝į̶̧̦͓͉̹͚̽̈̽̓͆̍͋̈̆̐̔ṅ̷̘͛̔́̐̃̆̃͋̒́̕͘g̷̡̬̘̮͕͈̭͎̈́́̈́͒̂̌͛̄͒͠s̷̖͚̪̗̰̮̽͘͠ behind all the suffering that I've endured is an á̴̞̉͜͝l̴͍̂̈̀̓͘͜͠ṱ̶̛͇͈̻̰͛͐̇͑͌ė̵̡̳͔̜͔̄́̒͑r̴̮̲̻̀͛n̶̨̹͔͍̔̒́͝͠â̷͉͎͗̀̋̇̕t̷̛͕͙̖̥͛̔ͅè̸͖͗͠ͅ ̷͇̰̣̦̹͍͒̐͗̏̿̆v̵̨̛̔͆́́ê̸͇̮͉̩̍͑͊̄͠r̶̺̺͍͕̥͂š̵̡̠̮̲͇ĩ̸̛͈̱̦̠̇͛͝ő̷͉͔̦̭͙̘́́̿̆͠ṋ̸̄̋̓̈́͜͝ of ṃ̷͎̳͖̩̤̌̊͊ë̶̬̮͚́͋ that is also making use of time travel. Ĥ̴̨͋͌̒͂è̸̢̖̼̻̝̳̰̮̫̦̈́͊̊͐̅̓͘ͅ has a similar goal but somewhere along the way h̵̢͚̞̼͈́͜e̸͉̩̯̜͉̞͍̤͇̠̔͑̾̐̆̑̄̍̀̅̉͜͠͠ broke and lost sight of what h̵̢͚̞̼͈́͜e̸͉̩̯̜͉̞͍̤͇̠̔͑̾̐̆̑̄̍̀̅̉͜͠͠ was fighting for.
I tried my best to go against h̴͉͑͆i̶̡̫̳̫̳̫̍ṃ̵̘͎̩̰̭̐͠ head on, but I couldn't win. No matter how I tried to plan it would never work. I became desperate and concluded that the only way would be to kill that v̸̖̭̺͉͇̇̅̚é̵̦̩̈́̚r̶̰̝͇̥̈́͂̐s̸͉̰͛̀̒͛͘͝ĭ̵͙̾̅̓o̴̭̮̲̅̌̀ǹ̴̨̃̒̈́̚͘ ̶̧̮̱̙͔̑́o̴̯͐́̈́f̷̢̡͖͉̰͌̄͊͋̋ ̸̦̉̓̾m̷̞̱̆̎́̃͠͝e̵̛͖̮̓̍̀̄͜before ḣ̵̢̧̗̥̘̍͂e̶̛̙̙̼̠̝̅͛̋̎̆ became involved with anything.
To do that I had to kill the m̵̜͙̤̽̂̽͗̚e̸̫̳͚̥̿̂̕ ̴̛̬̖̭̬͔̈̄̂f̴͓̖̞̮̰̒̄r̶̝̈́̎̍̈́͆̚o̷̪̒m̷͈̞̲͎̉̓̒̅̚͜͝ ̷̛̟͍͘͘ṱ̷͓͕̮̱̃̓̿h̶̢̦́̈̆̚̚e̷͉͚͖͗̈̑ ̸͎́͒͜ẃ̴̢̺͌͛̀o̵̡̲̰̼̲̔̽̏̿̉̎ŕ̵̛̬̬̲͚̓̂̋͜l̷̲̩͠d̶̹̪̮̊ ̵̬̇̄̂̐͆̔Į̵̕̚'̵̧͓̫̻̺̤̀͒m̶̝̘̗̋̇̇͑͛̅ ̶̝͖̙͙̗̃ͅc̵̼̳̫͔͇̟̈́̅́̉͊ù̸̳̪̎̐r̸̢̩͍̬̯͌͐͛̽͊͐r̴̤͚̠̄͐̈́͝ḛ̴̪͔̇̑̅͘n̵̺̩͑̉͘t̸̞̠̠̙͛̀̀̄͠͝ͅl̵͖̀̆́̈́ỵ̶̗̊͊̎ ̵͇͕͉̰̜̿̓͌͐̊͘ḭ̵̢̕͝n̵̛͓̣̗͉̱̖̔. I killed h̵̛̛͍̫̮̟͎͆̋ḭ̶̡͎̘́̀̽̾̑m̴̤͚̦̿̄̋͝, and now I've ş̵̳͈͓̘̜̝͖͊͗̊̃͑̽t̴̢͚̞̮̍̈́̈̾̆͗͘o̶̧̧̭̰̰͖̼̹̻̱̞͈͛́̓ḷ̵̡͔̺̲̂́͗́́͌̏̆̐͝͝ë̴̢̯̜̣̯͍͇͔̼̲̖́͒͋̅̋͑̽̊̈͠ͅn̶͖̲̙̜̮̘͐̓̋̎̋͐̓̆̾̀ ̸̡͔͈̭̪̦̈́͑͐͗͆̔͐̀̆̚͘͝ͅͅḩ̵̧̜̺͔͍̄͠i̵̪̱͉̠̯̩̞̠̖̯̫̘͊̈́́̎̏͠s̶̙̖̈́̏̃͘̕ ̸̨̥̞̈́͑̍̊̒͂̕i̶̢͉͒͐͂ͅd̵̛̞͓̦̳̙͎̟̎́͆͂̈̕͜ͅͅȩ̵̭͛̍͆̂͠n̵̢̞̩̞̩̄t̵͙͋̈́̿̅͐͐̐͠į̵̳͉͔̻̗͔̲͈̥̓͛͊̊͂͑̌̕̕͝͠͝͝t̵͎̊y̴̙͆̆͌̒̎́̊͂͛͆͝.
I'm guilty of murder.
But at least I've managed to change history.
Check regularly, if anything written here doesn't match your memory, remind yourself which one is real. Don't forget the truth. Remember what you've done.