Remember

It rained continuously all night long,

Ai sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window.

Missing becomes a line, spreading on one side of the world, long enough to cut the world into two sides.

She still walked to Conan's bedside without taking off her glasses.

Conan was already in a deep sleep, with a look of defenselessness on his face.

Frowning, I don't know what to dream about.

Ai knelt down and looked at him expressionlessly.

Suddenly, it felt like the days left between us were numbered.

The rain is getting heavier.

God is crying.

If I leave, I won't cry, really not.

"orchid……"

The person in the dream was babbling, and Ai froze in place as if struck by lightning.

She dared to show her true emotions only when no one was around.

Why does he seem...in pain?

The moment the back of his hand touched his forehead, he retracted it immediately.

Is it because the forehead is too hot, or because the hands are too cold?

Ai came in with a tray of water, put an ice pillow on Conan, pulled a small stool, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's really... I don't want someone to take care of me..." Ai supported her head, her eyes fell on Conan's closed eyes, and she couldn't move them away.

I really don't know how much longer I can see him.

It's been a few days.

When the antidote is developed, I should leave, right?

Or, should we do nothing and be the ones who know each other best, friends for the rest of our lives?

I'm really not reconciled.

If you want to leave, who says you won't be reluctant?

He streaked across the dark night of life like a shooting star, vowing to protect Ai in the darkness.

As long as you remember, you will protect.

What if you don't remember?

If... don't remember...

Ai fell asleep.

"fire..."

Conan wakes up from a nightmare.

"Fire..." Conan moved his lips, and the sharp pain in his throat immediately surged out.

He was top-heavy, and it was difficult to even stand up. It seemed that he had a fever.

His hand touched something cold, and he turned his head to find that it was an ice pillow.

The moment he turned his head, he saw Ai lying beside the bed.

The rain continued unabated, and the wind stroked her brown hair, revealing an indelible sadness.

Glasses are still on.

She's still pretty even with glasses on.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it should be noon now.

How could she, who usually sleeps so lightly, still not wake up?

Did you come here just before dawn?

Conan got out of bed gently, drank a glass of water, and then went back to the room slowly mourning.The top-heavy feeling made Conan almost fall three times along the way.

After putting Ai back on the bed, Conan was really dizzy. On the way back to the room, he really fell three times, stumbled into the bed, put on an ice pillow, and fell asleep peacefully.

"fire..."

Waking up.

The rain has stopped, and the sun after the rain reflects the water droplets on the window sill, which is particularly dazzling and breathtaking.

She touched her stiff neck, and suddenly remembered that she fell asleep watching Conan last night.

Conan...?

She walked quickly to Conan's room, and Conan's bed was empty.

"Doctor?" Ai looked left and right, the surroundings were empty, and shouts collided in the huge house.

She walked to the refrigerator, only to see the small note on it.

"I asked Xiaolan to take Xinyi to the doctor, and I won't come back for lunch at noon."

Whispering, he began to prepare his own lunch.

A relaxed, simple and comfortable life is always what people yearn for.

However, these words have nothing to do with people who yearn for these words.

Because people who live a relaxed, simple and comfortable life will complain that life is calm and boring.

Those who struggle in the choppy waves of life will complain about the ups and downs of life and their physical and mental exhaustion.

It is such a knot of contradictions that cannot be untied.

When she walked to the mirror, she realized that the glasses had not been taken off.

I don't know... Ran will understand when she sees that Conan is not wearing glasses.

He is the person I have been thinking about day and night, waiting endlessly...

Putting aside all distracting thoughts, I solemnly opened the third folder.

Indeed, it is the detailed formula of the antidote of APTX-4869, and even the principle is clearly written.

These raw materials are difficult to prepare, and it seems that a doctor's help is needed.

Side effects: There is a 20% chance of losing the memory of people who are not important to you.

I don't know if I am considered "not very important person" to him.

I don't even know, will I win the 20%?

To be forgotten as an unimportant person by the one you love...

What was that feeling like...

On the last page, it was clearly written on silver tinfoil with fiery red pen.

"2-11st-INoViolinERaserTEaDied."

"February 2th...????" Ai was stunned at the completely meaningless sentence

The violin rubber tea dies.

This is again the great detective's favorite password...

Or are you thinking too much?

Looking at the passage, she seemed to have thought about it for a long time before writing it down. The four words 11st are also written so fluently.

It's not surprising that mom is going to check the calendar.

but…….

INVERTED...

turn……

February 2. Turn?

2-11st...is that even a date?

Mom is British and British date notation should be 11st-2.

Two possibilities:

2. 11-[-]st is not a date.

Second, this sentence was not written by my mother.

"Is Kudo okay?" After the doctor came back, Ai asked casually while drinking coffee and reading magazines.

"Well, the fever is gone, and the cold is almost gone. Xinyi has always been in good health." Dr. A Li also looked at the newspaper quietly.

"I found the formula for the antidote." Ai put down the coffee, "But... I need your help, Doctor."

"Really?" Dr. Ali put down the newspaper excitedly. "Then I'll tell Shinichi quickly."

"No." Ai said to stop Dr. A Li from his next move.

"What's wrong? He must be very happy if he finds out." Dr. A Li was puzzled.

"Anyway...don't tell him yet." Ai hesitated for a long time, but in the end he didn't express his true thoughts.

She was really afraid that Kudo Shinichi would forget about Haibara Ai and Miyano Shiho.

Now, it is really a miracle that he can still live by Kudo's side.

At least, she will feel warm when she is worried about losing.

This is the happiness I borrowed from Conan and Kudo.

Happiness that I don't want to return.But I have to repay the happiness.

Because it doesn't belong to her at all.

"Hattori...I can't help it."

Hattori had a complicated look on his face.

In a crowded cafe, with people coming and going, I couldn't see Conan's expression clearly.

His glasses are still on the bridge of Ai's nose, and his eyes are more wise without the lenses blocking them.

"Are you... sure you like that girl?" Hattori asked tentatively.

"……cannot."

Hattori was at a loss for words.

Shinichi is indeed a big idiot in this regard.But this problem may also be difficult for Shinichi.

His feelings for Lan are guilt and debt, and he blames himself for waiting for Lan for a long time...

or true love?

Of course Hattori couldn't help him make a judgment.

And Conan himself...

What is the feeling of mourning.

He once hated her and developed the cruel AXPT4896 that killed countless innocent people, but later he wanted to do everything he could to protect her.

However, he really didn't dare to say it.

He really loves Ai.

"Our big detective finally messed up everything for a half-race girl..."

The Kansai dialect was speaking in a low-pitched manner, but Conan didn't have the strength to punch him in the mouth.

Looking down at the thick black coffee, there were slight ripples, rippling away in circles, reflecting his face without glasses.

She seems to like black coffee very much.

And there is no sugar cube, so bitter that the throat hurts.

"That's right." Hattori gulped down his beer. "That girl likes you, you should understand, right?"

Conan shook his head. "She didn't say that."

Hattori was slightly taken aback: "It turns out that your IQ and EQ are inversely proportional."

Conan looked at him inexplicably.

"When that girl looks at you, it's very similar to when Xiaolan looks at Xinyi."

"How is it possible... She is such a person." Conan sneered and took a sip of coffee.

Bitter enough to vomit.

Hattori smiled meaningfully. "Otherwise, go and ask."

Conan pursed his lips.

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