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

A certain Matsuda Jinpei in a certain timeline.

At the agreed place, Jinpei Matsuda looked at the sky which was already darkening.

Making a phone call.

But I never got a response.

The box in his hand was opened again and again.

Jinpei Matsuda lowered his eyes and looked at the ring in the box until the street lights above his head came on.

"That guy won't come."

He laughed jokingly and put the box in his pocket.

The place I chose to confess my love in the past was in Tokyo for convenience.

Now because of the convenience, Matsuda Jinpei quickly walked back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

It's already very late, but there are still many people working overtime.

As soon as he appeared, he was seen by many people.

Among them are colleagues who knew that he was going to confess his feelings today.

Jinpei Matsuda walked back to his workstation without changing his pace.

The sound in his ears never stopped, so he reached out and took the calendar next to him.

The time after that seemed to pass very slowly.

I only remember that there seemed to be a lot of people making a fuss that day, and I kept flipping through the calendar over and over again.

……

She disappeared.

……

Jinpei Matsuda stared at the Metropolitan Police Department staff's work record sheet for a long time, but there was no record of that person appearing here.

in the office.

Jinpei Matsuda looked at the police officer in front of him, suppressed his anger and put all the information he had collected on the table.

The person in front of him seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't even look up.

"Officer Matsuda, we are already stepping up our search, but as you know, there are so many missing people in Japan, and the manpower and resources consumed just to find one person..."

The middle-aged man calmly explained the facts, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted again by the other party.

"Why can't I find her? There is so much information about her in these files. Where on earth are you..."

During this period, he repeatedly posted missing persons notices in the newspapers and contacted people who might know the whereabouts of Ai Tanihara.

But these guys who are in the intelligence department but can only compile missing persons into books will always make excuses.

There was a bruise under the corner of Jinpei Matsuda's eye at some point.

Just a second before he suddenly jumped up, Kenji Hagiwara, who was used to standing outside the office door, walked in and stopped Jinpei Matsuda.

He was pulled out of the office by Kenji Hagiwara and sat on a bench in the lounge.

The incandescent light above his head was a little bright, so bright that he almost closed his eyes.

Kenji Hagiwara took out two bottles of drinks from the beverage machine nearby and threw one out.

Matsuda Jinpei took it subconsciously, but did not open it.

"Hagi."

He muttered, causing Kenji Hagiwara, who had just sat down next to him, to tilt his head and look at him.

"I often wonder now if she is still alive."

The longer the person in my memory disappears.

The more I remember her, the paler she became, as if her memories had made her existence pale.

He let out a long sigh, and then his breathing became short for a few moments the next second.

He lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Where on earth can that guy run to..."

He still avoided the subject.

The topic that every time I think about the beginning, I dare not look towards the ending.

Kenji Hagiwara beside him withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at him at this moment.

"Xiao Ai will live."

As he spoke, he looked somewhere unknown.

Head tilted up.

He didn't seem to care whether anyone responded.

He just kept mumbling the same words to himself several times.

"She will live."

……

The 1107th day since Ai Tanihara disappeared.

Jinpei Matsuda sat in a narrow space.

Next to him was a bomb that had already started counting down.

There was almost no light around.

Completely trapped here, without any tools, Jinpei Matsuda leaned against the wall.

The palm-sized room was sealed like a black box that could never be opened.

For some reason, he couldn't help but smile while sitting in the black box.

"It looks like I'm really going to die this time."

As Jinpei Matsuda spoke, he didn't know why, but he subconsciously relaxed a little.

If he had the tools to escape from this predicament, he would still choose to live.

After all, people who give up their lives are really stupid and boring.

Even though I have lost that person in my life a long time ago, it seems like his shadow is everywhere.

At this moment, he subconsciously expected that person to find him and appear in front of him.

Thinking of this, Jinpei Matsuda smiled.

He knew that this was impossible.

He reached into his pocket and fished out a pack of cigarettes, then took one out and lit it.

In less than a moment, the whole room was filled with the smell of tobacco.

……

Eight years ago.

Jinpei Matsuda, who was drunk at the social gathering, was being drunken by his younger brother, cup after cup.

After being drunk, he seemed to be able to open up and chatter non-stop about the story of his encounter with Ai Tanihara.

"Ah? So fast?" Hagiwara Kenji on the side was puzzled. He seemed to think of the scene in the past when Matsuda Jinpei fell in love with his own sister, and he couldn't help laughing again.

And when he looked up next time, he saw Matsuda Jinpei's rolling eyes.

At that time, his face was still flushed with drunkenness.

With a cold snort, he spoke unhappily.

"You know nothing. I fell in love with you at first sight."

……

Blowing out another puff of smoke, Jinpei Matsuda's mouth corners raised.

I don't know why, but I suddenly recalled this almost fragmented memory.

"The most important person in your life?"

He smiled.

The bomb next to him only had one minute left to burn.

There were tiny sounds in my ears.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was still reminiscing, looked up.

The world that was originally closed off by the falling wall above his head seemed to be torn open.

An innocent-looking female college student and a dark-skinned man forcibly opened the box.

The Kanto detective, who had never been seen but had heard of, jumped into this space with a toolbox in his arms.

The bomb was eventually defused at the last second.

The bomber was also arrested on the way.

Jinpei Matsuda walked out from there.

Over the years, countless people who had interactions with that person seemed to appear in front of him.

It was as if that person had saved him.

A white dove flew by.

He took a deep breath.

The finger that was injured by the bomber's plan trembled slightly for a moment.

He looked at the people in front of him.

'Perhaps the ten fingers are really connected to the heart.'

Jinpei Matsuda smiled and looked at these people with a relaxed expression.

"Well done."

he said.

The shadow of that person is before my eyes.

Perhaps the ten fingers can really connect the heart, and they always make my heart ache.