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

A certain Matsuda Jinpei in a certain timeline.

[Note: This timeline is after Ai Tanihara’s “death” on the Ferris wheel]

Metropolitan Police Department.

"Captain Matsuda, are you leaving?"

The team members who were helping to take off Matsuda Jinpei's protective clothing looked at the captain who had already started to light a cigarette, and were a little stunned for a moment.

Putting the lit cigarette in his mouth, Matsuda Jinping smiled and spoke, and the floating white smoke trembled slightly in the air as he opened and closed his mouth.

"Yes."

He laughed.

"Going to see an old friend."

"Old friend?" The team member was stunned, but was patted on the shoulder by a hand.

He turned his head, and Hagiwara Kenji, who was always next to Captain Matsuda in the past, also smiled at this time.

Hagiwara Kenji winked at him with a smile on his face, "I'll go out too."

"what?"

The team members were stunned at this moment, watching the two people walking in completely different directions, holding the protective clothing in their hands for a while.

"It's strange."

he muttered.

Put away the protective clothing in your hands.

……

Suburban villa.

Matsuda Jinpei stood in front of the house that had been bombed in the past.

At this time, the house has been renovated and new people have moved in.

It seems that everything in the past has changed.

I don’t know when the cigarette in my mouth will burn out.

Matsuda Jinpei stretched out his hand and took it off.

He lowered his eyes.

I don't know if he was looking at the cigarette in his hand, or at the nameplate he had seen on the ground before.

After a long moment, he chuckled.

"I'm such a bastard."

It wasn't until that person died that he lamented that he hadn't taken that step in that direction.

This feeling was left unspoken until the end.

Awful.

He rubbed his somewhat fluffy curly hair irritably.

Stepping onto the road that finally has streetlights.

As if it was time, the lights on the roadside flickered for a moment and came on above his head.

Matsuda Jinpei raised his head subconsciously.

For some reason, I always feel that the street lamp and the moon overlap.

They walked all the way to the crossroads where the two of them had crossed paths.

Matsuda Jinping was sitting on the railing.

Just as he was about to take out another cigarette from the cigarette box, the wind started to blow.

The hair that obscured his vision disturbed his thoughts.

The wind rushed past his ears, and he subconsciously turned his head, his eyes searching for the shadow of that person.

The deserted street in front of him made him feel helpless for a moment.

shrugged.

He lit the cigarette in his hand.

"Matsuda-kun, are you thinking about something?"

A familiar voice appeared in my ears.

The cigarette in his hand paused slightly.

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head, and the figure appeared next to him.

After looking at it for a while, he turned his head again.

He rubbed his slightly curly short hair, and his expression of helplessness suddenly relaxed after hearing this voice.

"Don't worry, Gu Yuan."

"It's just that I've become accustomed to random thoughts recently."

Matsuda Jinpei said this, but did not look again.

"Oh? What are you thinking about?" The voice beside him was a little confused.

Matsuda Jinpei's lowered hand clenched tightly.

His hand overlapped with that of the figure but only held the shadow.

The light from the street lamp scattered the shadows.

It seemed like he was the only one standing there.

There was a lump in my throat for a moment.

The figure sitting on the railing blew out a smoke ring.

The voice was hoarse for a moment.

He said.

"I was wondering when you would really come back."