Conan: I won’t clean up my innocence after joining the organization

United States.

A woman with long golden curly hair stood in front of him.

She raised her hand to light a cigarette, and glanced at the young man sitting on the ground with her charming eyes.

After blowing out a smoke ring, the smoke ring seemed to blend into the surrounding snow. The woman faced him, her red lips raised.

"Calvados?"

safe house.

As soon as Tanihara Ai entered the door, she saw a figure holding a photo.

"Calvados, are you looking at pictures of absinthe again?"

Taking a closer look, Ai Tanihara nodded in understanding when she saw the person in the photo.

"Yes." Calvados responded after raising his eyes and seeing the person.

The two had met several times before in the United States over absinthe, and they had a good relationship.

Overall, it's better than other members.

"Aren't you going to take a new photo?"

Looking at the yellowed photo, Ai Tanihara couldn't tell how many years he had been following Belmode.

I heard him talk about it before when I was drinking, but I don’t know why I can’t remember it.

"No, just this one." Calvados put the photo in his chest pocket like an amulet, his voice calm.

"Where's the absinthe?"

"She's been busy lately." After simply answering Tanihara Ai's question, Calvados naturally ignored what Belmod said about not following her these days.

After shaking the blanket on the sofa and confirming that nothing had been placed on the blanket, Ai Tanihara lay down peacefully.

"Hey, Calvados." Tanihara Ai didn't close her eyes, looking at the ceiling of the safe house in trance.

Although she couldn't remember how long it took Calvados to die, he was one of the people who helped her in the organization. If possible, she didn't want to lose a good colleague.

"..." Calvados glanced past Ai Tanihara, took out the wine representing the two of them on the wine cabinet, and poured a glass for Ai Tanihara.

Sitting up, Tanihara Ai took the cup.

"Why do you like absinthe?"

"You asked me this question." Calvados took a sip of his wine.

Although he doesn't speak much, he doesn't cherish his words like Cohen.

For this reason, Chianti often compares him with Cohen.

As a result, Cohen became even more silent.

"Have you?" Tanihara Ai tried to recall, but couldn't remember anything.

"You asked before when we were drinking."

"I can't remember clearly. Why don't I stop talking about it? I really want to know." Tanihara Ai's gossip soul has been ignited.

Calvados looked at the man classified as special by Absinthe and nodded.

"can."

Tanihara Ai was overjoyed and sat obediently on the sofa, holding a wine glass as a drink.

After drinking it in one gulp, Tanihara Ai leaned on the back of the sofa, holding up her eyelids and looking at the lips that opened and closed.

It seems that the will of the world is playing some new game, causing people to have double images and signs of overlap.

"The first time I saw her was..."

The words continued, and Ai Tanihara yawned and nodded repeatedly, echoing twice in agreement from time to time.

I don’t know how long it took, but Tanihara Ai rubbed her eyes and yawned to wake up.

"By the way, what was I doing just now?"

Tanihara Ai always felt that she had forgotten something, but it seemed that it was not the time to think about these things just after waking up.

After listening to the time reported by the system, Tanihara Ai closed her eyes again.

In the dream, a familiar figure hugged him.

Everything in the dream went back to the day when the two of them were in the cinema.

But in her dream, she could hear her heart almost beating out, and the feeling of suffocation gradually coming from being held in his arms.

'Actually, I'm dreaming, right? '

Even in the fragmentary memory of reality, that person only had a brief moment of contact with her after losing control of his emotions after being affected by the movie.

Quietly buried in his arms, her eyelashes slightly lowered, Tanihara Ai smiled helplessly.

Obviously there was a momentary reaction in my head that told me that this was a dream, but there was still some nostalgia in my heart.

'You are not him. '

The moment these words were spoken, the dream disappeared.

The blanket that originally covered Ai Tanihara's body was lifted, and Ai Tanihara opened her eyes and began to breathe fresh air.

Sitting up, Tanihara Ai looked at the figure sitting next to the bar and clenched her fists.

"Gin, why do you cover my face with a blanket every time I sleep!"

It's murder!

Why worry and complain? Do this to her?

Gin glanced at the person who was jumping angrily in front of him and sneered.

"Can't?"

"Of course not!"

If this continues, sooner or later one day she will die sleeping like this on that sofa.

"Trouble." Gin turned his head and ignored Tanihara Ai's meaning.

Tanihara Ai looked at him again, snorted, folded the blanket and left.

The streets are a little cold, as if the season has changed again without even realizing it.

This kind of life without a sense of time made Tanihara Ai's footsteps stop at the intersection of the road.

Turning back to look at the directions leading to several roads, Ai Tanihara hesitated, but still chose to take a step.

There are too many concerns in this world, and she can't stop yet.

The more identities you have, the more breathless you will be in this world.

Life has returned to its starting point, constantly urging myself to go back and forth between those two points and one line.

He dealt with the things and people around him with a smile again and again, and followed the system's wishes mechanically without any interest in the plot.

It seems that everything like this has become orthodox and engraved in the already boring life.

……

On a flat floor in the urban area, there is a dart board hanging on the wall.

There was a picture of a girl with brown hair fixed on it by a dart.

A human skin mask was placed randomly on the table.

While turning his wrist, Belmode shook the wine glass and looked at the red wine in the glass in a trance.

After living alone for too long, many people in my memory can only rely on past photos to remember them.

And in her memory, the girl who could never be forgotten choked and coughed.

He obviously had a face that was pale due to illness, but he smiled at her forcefully.

The blond girl took the medicine, and her last smile was deeply etched in her memory.

She said, "Mom, don't worry, I want to take a nap. Mom must wake me up then."

But from that day on, no matter how softly she tried to wake him up, she couldn't wake him up.