[Comprehensive] Side by side with the little sun

That was a conversation from a long time ago——

The blond ancient king leaned on the sofa, gently shaking the red wine in his hand, staring at the world where everything was dyed blood-red at the bottom of the glass: "Hey, Miscellaneous."

"I have a name, not a miscellaneous cultivator."

Gilgamesh snorted softly. Although Edogawa Conan entertained the king very well, it would be too funny to think that he is qualified to change the king's speaking habits.King Gilgamesh asked him lazily: "Speaking of which, miscellaneous cultivator, after learning about the Holy Grail War, have you ever thought about what kind of wish you would make if you won the war?"

Conan knew that this boring king was teasing him again.

Alas, annoying.

Of course he could refuse to answer, but if he didn't satisfy this king's boring fun, he would probably think of more boring things to have fun—only Kotomine Kirei could bear him.Conan replied casually: "There's no point in thinking about such a thing, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you think about it." Gilgamesh said lazily, "Or, you dare not think about it?"

said the old king, while scarlet eyes swirled maliciously over Conan.

He is not a magician, what's the point of thinking about such a thing?

Conan thought, moreover, he would never believe that in this world there would be nothing like a pie in the sky, just as there would be no love for no reason, nor hatred for no reason.But Gilgamesh is not going to listen to him analyzing the two sides of things.Well, let's treat it as a wish that will not have side effects, Conan said: "The wish for world peace is very good."

"That's Emiya Kiritsugu's wish, not yours." Gilgamesh sneered.

His eyes seemed to be laughing at Conan, I didn't expect you to be so childish.

Yeah, childish.

Conan admitted that he really thought about Emiya Kiritsugu in this way, and he could be called great in terms of the other party's wish and spirit, but his wish was so naive, so naive that it would inevitably lead to a path of self-destruction.Kudo Shinichi may not be half the age of Emiya Kiritsugu, but in terms of understanding of human nature, Conan is ten thousand times more sober than him.

Perfunctory was rejected.

Rarely, Conan raised his chin and began to think about his own wish.

"If the Holy Grail can do it..." Conan said after thinking, "I want him to reveal the path of scientific progress, right?"

King Gilgamesh: "..."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No, hahaha... Are you really interesting, trying to use mysteries to reveal science? Interesting, really interesting. But in this regard, it will probably disappoint you." King Gilgamesh laughed Said, Conan didn't know where he pleased this guy again, he heard the other party say, "It's indeed your wish, but what I want to know is your own wish."

Gilgamesh emphasized: "It belongs to Edogawa Conan's wish alone."

No, he didn't have any wishes for the Holy Grail.

Conan thought, but if you need a wish that can only be granted by entrusting the Holy Grail...

He said sincerely: "I hope to bring Conan Doyle back to life so that I can see the new work of Sherlock Holmes."

#Conan Doyle: Damn, I'm dead and someone misses me#

"It's not this." Gilgamesh shook the red wine and said, he squinted his eyes and looked at Conan, as if smiling, but the smile seemed to be Conan's illusion, "Well, it's okay to talk to someone who is too sensible Meaning, being too rational, I thought that there was no dream in my heart.”

"...What a boring person."

I'm really sorry that Wang couldn't be happy.

Conan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and replied in his heart.

Yes, he originally thought he had no wish.

So when Edogawa Conan saw the command spell appearing on the back of his hand, he felt absurd far more than others. There was no surprise, only shock.He is not a magician, he does not have a magic circuit, and it is impossible for him to participate in the Holy Grail War as a master.Out of detective instinct, Conan quickly found the truth from the clues. The Holy Grail tried to escape, and it was tempting him—with a wish that could almost fulfill all wishes in the world.

Even though he was just an ordinary mortal, Conan still used his wisdom as a weapon to destroy everything the Great Grail had planned.Of course, there is nothing to brag about. Although the Great Holy Grail possesses certain intelligence, it is not a human being with its own personality.

However, when all this was over, Conan sat in the basement of Liudong Temple, but felt silently lonely.

...Obviously, he did a good job.

However, at that time, at the moment when he found that his Command Seal had not disappeared, what was he thinking?Such questions, until now, Conan still has no answer in his heart.Like a child who got a new toy, he drew the summoned magic circle on the floor freehand, and every stroke was very standard. From this perspective, maybe Conan would be very suitable to become a magician.

The summoning spell is finished.

Of course, nothing happened.

Conan let out a breath, and he smiled, feeling stupid for expecting.If Gilgamesh was still alive, he would probably laugh at him loudly.

But... there won't be any...

Edogawa Conan is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who was rejected by mystery.

Conan rubbed his numb legs, stood up from the ground, opened the door, and prepared to treat everything as a dream, but at this moment, the sudden surge of wind blew Conan's clothes, and he subconsciously Looking back, I saw a thick picture book slowly emerging from the summoning array: "Excellent boy, let us have a dreamy encounter."

Is it dreamy?

Indeed.

Conan let go of the hand covering his head. At the same time, Tong Yao also retracted the hand covering his eyes. In front of Conan, the world became clear again from chaos, but besides being clear, Conan clearly knew that this Not the real world.

This is the inherent enchantment of nursery rhymes.

...It was written by him and belongs to Edogawa Conan's unique barrier.

Of course, in order to shape this world, nursery rhymes are also painstaking.Conan may be a relatively special human being, but he is indeed not a magician, and cannot create his own inherent enchantment, even the nursery rhyme that swallowed the remains of the Great Holy Grail cannot do this.But Tongyao smiled at Conan mysteriously, saying that she could solve it.

Yes, no one stipulates that a picture book can only include the works of one author.

Nursery Rhyme found four children with powerful and mysterious aptitudes, pulled them into the inherent barrier, absorbed their magic power, and became fertile soil for cultivating the inherent barrier.In the end, even if Karna and his group rescued all those children, it would not help.

The story about them was written by Karna and the others.

And the first story is also the last story... At that time, it was a nursery rhyme of a book, spread itself out in front of Conan, a quill jumped into his hand, and the nursery rhyme said to him: "Come on, come on." Come on, talented people, write your own story."

Conan was silent for a long time.

Reason told him that he should reject all this.

But the action seemed to be bewitched and controlled. Conan couldn't control himself. He pressed the quill pen to the page, and the tip of the pen touched the soft white paper, and easily slid a line of words:

This is the story of a detective...

……

……

So, what is the world of detectives like?

Nursery rhyme said with a smile: "Write it quickly, write it quickly, Master, I am looking forward to this story."

Detectives are people who investigate the truth of an incident. They break through illusions and ignorance, and finally find out the only truth that the parties have concealed from the overlapping and complicated world.Detectives are not scientists looking for the laws of the world, nor are they evil people who use them to do evil. They promote truth and justice. Their reason trumps emotion, so that some evils have nothing to hide, and finally return justice to the world.

This is the detective.

In the world of detectives, there is always...a big villain who tries to destroy the world and control the world.

Conan looked at Mei who seemed a little flustered, and finally remembered what kind of story he wrote.Once upon a time, he was afraid of Hella, the god of death who would destroy the world, so he wrote——

"Mythology is the ancients' imagination of incomprehensible natural phenomena. Human beings yearn for the existence of mysterious power beyond nature in the real world, which leads to worship and awe. This is the root of mythology. Therefore, what mythology describes is false, and gods naturally do not exist ..." Conan slowly recounted the words he had written.

Inherent enchantment!

Skill seal!

Inexplicably caught in the abnormal inherent barrier, Mei's face suddenly changed. She lowered her head and felt that her power was slowly fading. It didn't really disappear, but was trapped in this special inherent barrier. "Negated".

kill him!

Although she can't understand the complicated twists and turns, Mei is sure that as long as she kills Conan, all this can be solved-even, an inexplicable premonition is warning Mei, not to let Conan finish!Never let him finish!

"Similarly, out of fear of death, human beings fantasize about the existence of a world after death. However, in reality, the underworld does not exist. There is no so-called Heim of the underworld. It is just the Nordic people's fantasy about the afterlife world."

Mei had obviously rushed not far from Conan, however, as Conan's voice fell——

The treasure seal!

The death scythe in Mei's hand dissipated silently.

Obviously, it was only a few steps away to kill Conan. However, this distance was like a siege. Mei sat on the ground weakly, feeling the power in her body constantly passing away.Originally, she was a dead soul who forcibly stayed in the world relying on Hela's power.When this special inherent barrier briefly isolated the connection between Mei and Hela...

... will die?

Is this the end for her?

Although after being isolated, the power belonging to the gods instinctively launched a violent counterattack.However, there is still a gap of time in between, long enough for Conan to finish everything.

Yes, enough for him to liberate the treasure of nursery rhymes: stories written for someone.

Conan let out a breath slowly: "So, there is only one truth—"

Mei fell to the ground in despair. She had never been so helpless, but she was helpless. Wisdom is the most precious wealth of human beings.The best detective of this era is set up to eliminate Hela, the god of death who may destroy the world.

Simple, clear, and awe-inspiring to kill.

The best detectives are, of course, the best killers.

...is this her... ending...?

Not reconciled, really not reconciled.

Conan looked at Mei, with no expression on his face, and he slowly announced the final ending of the story written in the nursery rhyme: "The truth, that is... I am not the real Conan Edogawa."

The author has something to say: There are probably two more chapters left, this book is finished_(:3∠)_