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

Outside the small steel ball shop.

Guangyan secretly hid aside and looked at the scumbag who the aunt said only took money.

However, I squatted at the door all afternoon and did nothing except watching the man keep playing with small marbles.

If he was the murderer, wouldn't his mentality be too good?

Mitsuhiko doubted his own judgment for a moment.

After all, this person is just more suspicious on the surface.

But he soon put this idea aside.

Conan once said that the truth of a case often has to be uncovered layer by layer until the location of the real murderer is confirmed.

He is now also confirming the murderer.

But soon, he no longer had the chance to think so.

The man with an airplane head playing marbles suddenly walked toward the bathroom in the store.

Mitsuhiko rubbed his sleepy eyes, but for a while he didn't wait until the man walked out of the bathroom.

When he was about to step forward to check, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

His body suddenly trembled and he turned his head. The person he had been staring at before did not know when he came behind him and was staring at him closely.

……

In a jewelry store.

Ayumi took the photo she had taken from Mitsuhiko and found the shop owner, pointing her finger at the jewelry on the bow.

"Do you sell this gem here?"

She said, bringing the photo closer.

The shop owner, who wore single-frame glasses and had deep eye sockets, turned around when he heard the sound.

"This gem..."

When Ayumi heard the tone of the shopkeeper in front of her, her eyes lit up for a moment.

Sure enough, starting with this gem is the easiest way.

Everyone here who has sold something will remember the person's appearance and the time of purchase.

But under her expectant gaze, the shopkeeper in front of her coughed twice.

"It's very good, but it's a fake."

"Ah?" Ayumi lowered her eyes and looked at the photo in her hand, unable to understand it for a moment.

A gem that is so bright is actually fake.

"Then do you have any impression of this gem?" Ayumi asked again unwillingly.

"Our store does not sell fake goods." The store manager sternly rejected this conjecture.

Walking out of the store with a depressed look on her face, Ayumi was about to leave, but she didn't expect the voice behind her to come again.

……

In front of the flower bed.

Sitting on the roadside, Yuantai's mind was full of tangles at the moment.

He muttered as he tore off the petals from the flower in his hand.

"Apologise? Don't apologize? Apologize? Don't apologize..."

He kept mumbling.

In the end, all that was left was "the petals of not apologizing."

After looking at the result for a while, he threw the flower in his hand back into the flower bed.

"I'd better go apologize." He muttered.

He confirmed the reason why he started doing divination in the first place.

He sneezed subconsciously and rubbed his nose with his hand.

"Little brother," an old man suddenly walked up in front of him, "What are you doing here so late? Go home soon."

Hearing the voice, Yuanta raised his head, looked at the work clothes on the old man, and quickly realized the identity of this person.

Soon, he touched his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, I'm going home now."

He ran a few steps towards home. For a moment, he felt that he had forgotten something.

Although this incident was quickly forgotten by him.

In the blink of an eye, it's night.

"Aqiu."

The oncoming strong wind slapped Tanihara Ai's face mercilessly.

The wind penetrated into the black windbreaker she wore all year round, causing her to sneeze uncontrollably.

Looking at the empty streets in front of me, I doubted for a moment whether I had really entrusted the three children with errands.

[Host, have they forgotten? 】

"So fast?"

Tanihara Ai blinked twice.

But soon, she looked up to the sky and sighed, "The memory of today's young people is really bad."

【Yeah yeah】

One person and one person sighed from time to time.

Wandering, Tanihara Ai walked back home.

After saying hello to everyone in the yard as usual, Ai Tanihara skipped back to her room.

I looked through the diary I hadn't opened for a long time.

I don’t know why, but at the moment I started writing, I felt like I was writing for the last time.

Unconsciously, I wrote like this for a long time.

Its host will always summarize his mood in a few sentences.

However, this time the diary was recorded one by one with that pen.

The system watched quietly for a while, seeing that the jokes he had told were also recorded.

Watching those bad jokes again will still make you feel funny.

[Host, I feel like what you are writing is not a diary anymore]

More like a story.

Record your past life.

"This is what the diary should be like."

Tanihara Ai said, recording the memories in her memories again.

—

The snow fell brilliantly that year.

I received an invitation from you.

Maybe it was because I didn't keep the appointment last Christmas, so I arrived very quickly that day.

Having arrived early, I watched the shouting crowds pass by me.

At that time, I would look at you from the bottom of my heart and hope you would come soon.

Even if these people are not you.

Waiting is a wonderful thing.

The white breath I exhaled disrupted my thoughts.

And you who came from the snowflakes beat my heart.

I might be able to find you anyway.

Or maybe I've already found you.

—

The sun was shining brightly that day, and when I looked at the sunshine, I couldn't help but shed tears.

The eyelashes flickered, and Xiaobai said they looked like a hair dryer.

"why are you crying?"

At that time, Xiao Gin looked like he could scare children to tears with his eyes.

And I want to cry but have no tears.

The light was too bright and flashed into my eyes.

At that time, I just thought in my heart, I really hate light the most.

—

That day I was practicing catching bullets with my bare hands.

Unfortunately it failed.

He was shot twice in the waist by a machine gun he set up.

It hurt so much that I groaned.

Apello also deliberately hugged me from behind.

The moment her body came closer, it felt like the bullet had entered a few centimeters further.

"Xue Shu, can you really not feel it?"

When she spoke, her hands around my body tightened, and her voice seemed a little dull, but I just felt like I was going to heaven.

"Can you really not feel my temperature?"

Apello seemed to say so, but that day I was in pain and just pointed in a random direction, saying that there was a spaceship over there that was about to land on the earth.

She innocently believed it and looked in the direction I pointed, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The air is so sweet.

As I was thinking about it that day, I took two more breaths of hard-won air.

—

Matsuda seemed to be struggling with heart problems today.

My ears are always good and I didn't hear any abnormal sounds in his heart.

It's a very healthy heart.

I thought so.

Yet he was still suspicious of the matter.

He even held my hand and placed it on his heart.

It was obviously a sound that could be heard in the past.

However, when I really felt the beating of the other person's heart, I still felt a little lost for a moment.

Frank people are really scary, they can break my mood in an instant.

However, during the mission that night, Belmode transformed into a foreign friend by disguising himself.

They all performed the ritual of placing their hands on their hearts, which made me feel much calmer for a while.

—

If you ride a Ferris wheel for the first time, you should probably be excited.

Of course, what I was more excited about that day was that I could change my destiny with my own hands.

The second the explosion sounded, a buzzing sound appeared in my ears, covering up the surrounding sounds, and gradually, I couldn't hear anything.

But now that I think about it, maybe I was making some preparations that day for not being able to hear in the future?

Nor will it appear.

Whenever people passing by mention you, I will stay and listen.