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

Ai Tanihara in a certain world.

[Note: This world line is the young tame dye route. 】

Metropolitan Police Department, Explosive Ordnance Disposal Squad.

late at night.

On the desk, papers are piled up in a messy manner, and sentences on them are constantly marked and crossed out.

One hand held the pen tightly, the knuckles turning white.

The nib of the pen broke, and the corners of the eyes of the person at the table turned red.

He rubbed the curly hair feebly, replaying the scene of that day in his memory.

There was a sound of footsteps in the office where he was the only one left. He looked up, and for a moment, he saw the dead man.

The face in memory changed, and Ai Tanihara put the cake in her hand on the table.

"How did you come?"

"I guessed you should be here, so I came."

Ai Tanihara looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who only looked exhausted on his face.

"I heard that you submitted your transfer application again."

Tanihara Ai's tone was gentle, and there was no surprise about this matter.

"Yeah." Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath and his voice was low.

"Tired?"

Matsuda Jinpei said silently, "I'm a little tired."

His eyes were suddenly covered, and Matsuda Jinpei felt like he was being hugged from behind.

Tanihara Ai's voice appeared in his ears, making people feel at ease for a moment.

"Then, let's take a rest."

"Don't be afraid, we will take revenge on Hagiwara."

"I will also graduate from the police academy this year, when..."

Matsuda Jinpei was startled, "Why? Didn't you say you planned to become a novelist?"

Her head rested on Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder.

"Because I don't want you to be alone."

The voice was soft, and the fatigue that had been there gradually faded away.

Breathe evenly.

Feeling that Matsuda Jinpei was asleep, Tanihara Ai stood up.

In the past, when this day came, Matsuda Jinpei would always numb himself, immersed in looking for clues about the bomber.

She looked at the information on the bomber on the table, which was densely packed with descriptions, characteristics, and psychological analysis of the person.

Every piece of information inside is the result of Matsuda Jinpei's hard work.

Picking up these materials, Tanihara Ai wrote down all the information about this person.

She knew she had to remember.

Looking at Matsuda Jinpei who was already asleep, she slowed down her movements and put down the materials, not wanting to wake him up.

It was winter now. Ai Tanihara looked at the sky outside, which seemed to be snowing and turned white.

Taking off a coat and putting it on him, Ai Tanihara turned around and left. On this day, she still needed to see someone.

A person who has taken care of himself since childhood.

Looking at the time, it was already half past eleven in the evening.

I wonder if Hagiwara Chisuke still likes to stay there on this day as before.

Walking on the road.

A scrawny figure flashed past his eyes.

With her eyes focused, she stared at the man's face.

Matsuda Jinpei has done a lot of analysis over the years, and this person is almost consistent with his analysis.

Slowing down her pace, she followed the man until she found that the alley he entered was completely dark.

There were no more footsteps in the alley. She walked in step by step, only hearing her own faint footsteps.

The sound of breathing was particularly harsh at this moment, and there was a mechanical time in his ears.

She looked back.

Alleys were flooded in the explosion.

On 7, 11.07 years before the first year of Conan, Kenji Hagihara died.

On November 4, 11.07 years before the first year of Conan, Ai Tanihara died.

On November 3, 11.07 years before the first year of Conan, Jinpei Matsuda died.

At this point, it’s over.