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

In the church.

A blond figure looked at the girl who came here to pray to God for no reason, chuckled, and answered her question.

"I don't believe in God."

The blonde woman said, looking at the angel carved on the mural.

she smiled.

"At least an angel never smiled at me."

The girl who was praying seemed to understand the meaning of her words. She closed her eyes and made that wish in her heart.

After making her sincere promise, the girl opened her eyes.

"Maybe, but there will still be angels in this world."

As the girl spoke, she seemed to be thinking of someone, and there was a smile on her face.

"For example..."

The girl said, spreading her hands in a somewhat exaggerated manner.

"Those angels will, pop!, appear."

The girl said, looking down at her hands and adding in her mind.

'Then take my hand and tell me I'm not dirty. '

The blonde woman was amused by the girl's words, "It's just a casual comment. I won't watch these things."

People who have no nostalgia for life live desperately, and in the end they continue to repeat the misfortunes of life.

The girl smiled at this moment.

"I said."

She put her hands on her hips and put her face, her only good feature, forward.

"How about Wynyard, if you really want to see an angel, just look at me. I feel like..."

Before she finished speaking, the girl was tapped on the head.

"Don't talk nonsense like that in church, or your wishes may not come true."

The blonde woman said this, stopping the girl from blaspheming the angel.

She looked at the angel in the mural.

"Nothing more than an angel..."

Everything I have experienced in my life starts to come back.

she murmured.

"How could it really exist?"

……

The cold water stimulated me to wake up a little.

Kudo Shinichi, who was almost unconscious a second ago, instinctively opened his eyes after his head returned.

He popped his head out of the water, took a breath and then went back into the water again.

This may be a place of chronic suicide, but it is also the only pure land under such circumstances.

While holding his breath, his body began to tremble.

His hands involuntarily clenched the clothes on his chest.

The pain from his heart made him choke and take a sip of water.

Time seems to pass very slowly.

One minute? five minutes? Or an hour?

He didn't know.

His groggy brain disrupted his thoughts.

There is no breathable air outside the water.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the siren that appeared out of nowhere.

Outside the sink, Hattori Heiji rushed in with someone.

Figures of people fighting the fire appeared in this warehouse.

He was covering his mouth and nose and looking around, and soon, his sharp eyes found the sink.

The tank that could only accommodate one adult was filled with water, leaving only a small figure who almost drowned.

Pick up Conan.

He lowered his head and looked wherever he could.

A black figure that had been burned to the point of being almost dehydrated fell in front of the sink, curling up.

The flowers outside the warehouse bloomed and faded, then bloomed again.

At this moment, the first petals were welcomed in this place that had been burned for a long time.

There is always a place where there are cases of death.

The death of a person never makes a difference.

Hattori Heiji hugged Conan, lowered his head, picked up the clothes with several black handprints in the water, and wrapped them around him.

Looking at Conan who was still unconscious in his arms, he finally left without stopping.