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

A certain Sawada Hiroki in a certain timeline.

'A line suddenly appeared in my world. '

The young Hiroki Sawada looked at everything in front of him.

Life seems like a story with an ending that can be seen at a glance.

The moment his hand touched that line.

He looked up.

I saw my own ending.

And he has held this thread too many times.

The first time he saw this line was when he was ten years old.

Zetian Hong, who was sitting in front of the computer, reached out and pressed the Enter key.

A ship's sails fluttering in the wind appeared on the computer and set off with my last fantasy.

He watched.

A line appeared in front of his eyes that others could not see.

The thread guided me to the rooftop.

He looked at the place where the thread was pulling, like the last wave of his life.

"Can I fly like Noah's Ark?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, hope flashing in his eyes.

After a moment, he closed his eyes.

With fantasies about death.

A pair of wings appeared on his body.

That day.

The illusive feather brings an angel.

The angel spoke.

she says.

"Come with me, okay?"

It was also on that day.

The thread of my own ending collapsed at this moment.

Hiroki Sawada stretched out his hand.

hold.

He nodded.

"it is good."

……

＜I once imagined what my life would be like without my sister＞

On first try.

The Noah's Ark in front of me made a virtual character according to my own personality.

That self was too real. Hiroki Sawada asked himself, if he didn't have his sister, maybe he would take the same steps.

In the end, in order to achieve his own goals, he used those people as blackmail.

but.

Sawada Hiroki smiled.

He won't.

but……

"It's not bad to be scared."

He said it subconsciously, with a wicked look that seemed to be a replica of the girl.

……

"Sister, where is your home?"

He has asked this question in the past.

in the room.

Looking at the girl sitting in front of the computer playing with the controller, but hesitating about every color, Sawada Hiroki changed the topic.

The man who couldn't even take care of his hair didn't look back, but still answered his question.

＜My sister said that she came from a far away place and she can’t go back now. ＞

Sawada Hiroki recited these words silently in his heart.

Their time together was short.

This sister never restricts her freedom, but she will always reach out and pull him out at the moment when his thoughts are doubted by the world.

＜My sister has too many so-called justice ideas＞

She made that strange gesture again and vowed to be a just person.

Sawada Hiroki looked at the figure in front of him who was about to leave him again and turn his back.

The movements of his hands stopped.

He spoke.

"Sister, are you going home?"

The figure in front paused, then turned back.

The man smiled brightly.

<However, my sister said that day that she came from a very far away place, too far away and she could not go back. ＞

……

"Sister, what are you doing?"

He was originally worried about the girl that day, but he mustered up the courage to walk out of the suburban villa and came to her home alone.

Beside the desk, Sawada Hiroki looked at the figure who seemed to be writing something.

Although he was curious about the content above, he still looked up at the man without peeking.

The tip of the pen trembled slightly, and the person who was writing something smiled slightly.

"Writing in a diary."

"journal?"

"Yes, I want to record my traces in this world."

＜My sister is very strange and always curious about the world. ＞

He went home that night.

He took out a blank notebook.

Recalling the diary formats I have seen in the past.

He thought about that person who always behaved in various strange ways.

—

My sister has a lot of money, but she never lets me use it.

She told me I didn't need the money.

But she took out the same money from her pocket.

But this time it was placed in my hand.

she told me.

Take it, take it.

……

"Are you sure you want to donate the money?"

Almost none of the registered public officials had shaking hands and could not hold their pens firmly.

The young clerk held the check in his hand, looked at the countless zeros behind it, and then looked at the seemingly young child in front of him.

It was like seeing a joke.

Sawada Hiroki nodded.

"Yes."

He said.

"This is what my sister wanted to do."

Want to use the money in that corrupt place.

Provide more protection for those police officers who live in danger.

Or rather.

Sawada Hiroki lowered his eyes.

After confirming the information, he walked out of the building.

look up.

The light is very bright.

He narrowed his eyes.

This time, the man with wings looked a little unreal in the sun.

So much so that he couldn't see.

……

A few more years passed.

Hiroki Sawada has enough money to make a replica of "Cocoon".

He put on his helmet and slowly closed his eyes.

The moment you enter the game.

A figure inside was particularly clear.

He stepped forward.

The moment that figure stretched out his hand.

He bent down.

His hair covered his eyes.

That hand also touched his head, soothing his emotions as before.

He spoke.

"Sister, I miss you so much."