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

Ai Tanihara of a certain world line.

[Note: This world line has nothing to do with the main plot]

Looking up at the person who was talking on the phone in the bedroom, Tanihara Ai lowered her head and broke the eggs in her hand into the bowl.

In a few days, it will be the first anniversary of his and Matsuda Jinpei's togetherness.

She obviously wanted to avoid him but was suddenly confessed.

Maybe everything was too much of a surprise, but even now, when Ai Tanihara thinks of that day, she still subconsciously feels lucky.

Fortunately, I still have days to be with him.

I am also glad that he knows his identity and is still willing to be with me.

Tanihara Ai lowered her head and poured the beaten eggs into the pot.

Matsuda Jinpei walked out of the bedroom, and Tanihara Ai also brought a plate of egg fried rice out of the kitchen and placed it in front of him.

But for some reason today, Matsuda Jinpei didn't make any move. He picked up his chopsticks several times and put them down several times.

"What's wrong? Do you want to eat something else?" Tanihara Aimasa said, and subconsciously glanced at the recipe book he just bought not far away.

Matsuda Jinpei shook his head and looked at Tanihara Ai with a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"Zero told me that the police will launch a general attack on the organization tomorrow..."

Matsuda Jinpei spoke hesitantly.

"You're going to be okay, right?"

Slightly restraining her emotions, Tanihara Ai showed a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

She is strong and never worries about this.

Although she is in an organization, but she has a choice, she will also follow Matsuda Jinpei's ideas.

"He will be fine, and I will ensure his safety when the time comes."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded as if he trusted Tanihara Ai.

Hiding his worried look, he forced a smile.

He subconsciously held Tanihara Ai's hand and said.

"When the time comes, come back."

"Ling will also report the information you provided to the police during this period."

"Really?" Tanihara Ai responded.

She didn't think she had a chance to survive, but if he wanted to live.

It's better that she's alive.

Maybe it would be better to spend the rest of his life in prison.

It seemed to be that thing at night, Tanihara Ai sat on the sofa reading recipes late at night.

Early the next morning, Tanihara Ai took away the garbage at home and returned to the organization.

As Matsuda Jinpei said, the battle was a bit tragic.

At the end, Ai Tanihara looked back at the safe house that had been blown up at an unknown time, listening in the dark to the news that each stronghold had been destroyed, and reached out to pull down her sleeves to cover the wound.

'Maybe I should try some new dishes. '

Tanihara Ai thought about this for a while when passing by the supermarket, but now she was still a little tired, so she gave up the idea.

'He should still be waiting for me. '

Thinking this way, Tanihara Ai's pace quickened a little.

But gradually, she slowed down a lot.

Tanihara Ai paused as her footsteps stopped at the doorway that she used to call home.

Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

The door opened and the familiar person appeared.

"You're back."

Tanihara Ai murmured several times and wanted to speak, but swallowed her words again and raised her eyes to look at Matsuda Jinpei again.

She smiled.

"None of this is your wish, is it?"

As the words fell, a gun appeared between the two.

Like a chasm.

The police ambush nearby appeared almost the second after Matsuda Jinping raised his gun.

Tanihara Ai looked at the person in front of her and subconsciously ignored the gun.

"Matsuda, I want to know the answer."

"As long as you say it, I will believe it."

So, tell me.

However, the person in front of him still shook his head.

He said that this had long been the purpose of having an undercover agent by his side.

Ai Tanihara was arrested.

By the policeman beside him.

There seemed to be some familiar people inside, but they seemed a little unimportant.

The day the death penalty was confirmed.

In prison, Ai Tanihara squatted in the corner, drawing the man's face on the ground with his fingers over and over again.

She kept her eyes lowered.

No one knows what she is thinking.

No one will appear in front of her again.

A long time ago, she told too much information that person wanted to know, and she was no longer useful.

As she painted, her tears fell one drop at a time.

Fingers blurred in tears.

Blurred together is the outline of the person in the hand.

The day of execution has arrived in a blink of an eye.

That day, a bullet ended the remaining evil in the organization.

And the man who could finally rest closed his eyes.

A ridiculous corpse remained on the cold execution ground.

Until the end, the figure in my memory never appeared again.