Untitled Conan II

After that, he continued to chase after him with a skateboard.

Phew—the sound of the gun being fired with the silencer installed was followed by a "ding——".

Some metal fell to the ground. Conan had just passed under an overpass, and subconsciously turned his head to look up the bridge, only to see a black figure pointing his gun at midair.

"That's..." He hurriedly turned his head to look at the sky where Kidd was, and the hang glider, which was originally flying very smoothly, fell straight down.

His heart tightened suddenly, and Conan speeded up to catch up.

And when he quickly chased to the port of Osaka Bay, the white shadow was no longer visible in the sky.On the edge of the dark bay port, a pile of broken wood and the "memory egg" were scattered on the ground. On the side, there was a pigeon that seemed to be injured and was flapping its wings vigorously.

He was stunned for a short time, and just as he was about to go over to check, he stepped forward, but he froze.

He saw that a pair of hands picked up the injured pigeon.

Those were a pair of very beautiful hands. In the dark night, they seemed to be shining with a faint light. They were white, slender, gently and gently holding the same pure white pigeon, and then gently stroking its wings. Feather, the movements are full of love and tenderness.

On those hands, there is a black digital watch on one side, and a feather-shaped pendant strung with a black leather cord on the other.

Following those hands, Conan slowly raised his head, and saw the slender girl with a high ponytail squatting sideways to him.

The figure—he was all too familiar with it—

However, before he had time to react, the figure paused, turned slightly sideways, carefully held the pigeon in his arms with one hand, and picked up something from the ground with the other.

The silent air was oppressive and unbearable, and he finally noticed something was wrong.

That is……

After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards her gently.

When he got closer, he really saw clearly that what she was holding tightly in her hand was Kidd's monocle with a broken lens.

But at this moment, on her face was a cold expression he had never seen before.

The night wind blew across the sea, lifting her jet-black hair like ink...

Suddenly, he remembered what Ye Lingche had said to Kidd.

——For her, you are her most important person in this world.

The magician at the end of the century ([-])

In order to investigate whether the egg was damaged, the scheduled exhibition was stopped urgently, and the "Egg of Memories" was transported back to Tokyo by Suzuki's tanker.

In the living room, Ms. Natsumi Sakamoto was slowly talking about her great-grandfather’s time in Russia. President Suzuki’s secretary, Nishino, carefully took out the priceless “memory egg” from the treasure house and placed it in front of everyone. .

Conan first discovered something was wrong by comparing the design drawings left by her great-grandfather provided by Miss Natsumi.

"Come on, could there be two eggs?" With his hands on the edge of the table, he looked carefully at the two old drawings, "Because if this is an egg, the outlines on the two drawings don't match at all." Get up."

"...Could it be that two eggs were originally drawn on a large piece of paper, and the middle part was missing?"

"That's how it is..." Mori Kogoro suddenly realized, and looked at the two blueprints carefully.

But Conan picked up the egg that was on the table and inspected it carefully.

"...Oh no, it's gone!" With a low cry, he put down the egg in his hands in a panic, and crawled under the table to find something.

"What are you doing!" Mori Kogoro scolded, frowning.

"...Uh, there is a small mirror, I accidentally dropped it." Scratching his head, Conan raised the small piece of glass in his hand in embarrassment.

"What?!" Eyes almost popped out, Mori Kogoro screamed.

The treasure worth more than one billion was damaged, the compensation is not a small amount, one can imagine his mood at the moment.

"Conan...!!" Xiaolan also looked at him worriedly.

"Ah, it's okay!" Suzuki Sonoko waved his hands indifferently and comforted, "The mirror is easy to remove, it seems that it was installed later."

At this moment, Conan seemed to have suddenly discovered something and shouted to Mr. Nishino who was standing by the wall, "Mr. Nishino, please turn off the lights!"

Saying so, regardless of Mori Kogoro's stop, he turned on the watch-shaped flashlight and focused the light beam on the small mirror in his hand.

The light from the flashlight shone on the mirror, and then reflected to the wall beside it, projecting a clear image of the castle.

"Why, why...the image appeared?" Mr. Sirul Ovchinnikov, who represented the Russian government to obtain the relics of the Romanov dynasty, looked at the wall in surprise.

"...It's the magic mirror!" Old Mr. Gan fixed his eyes on the small mirror in Conan's hand, speculating.

"Magic mirror?"

"I've heard," Miss Pusi Qinglan, who is said to be Chinese, hurriedly continued, "There is a kind of magical mirror in Japan and China."

"Yes," Mr. Gan continued to explain, "the mirror has been specially treated. In the past, some secret Catholics in Japan used the mirror to reflect the cross on the wall to secretly pray."

……

"...there is a light-transmitting mirror in the world, and there are inscriptions on the back of the mirror. There are twenty characters, and the characters are extremely ancient, and it is impossible to read. If the mirror is exposed to the sun, the inscription and the twenty characters are all transparent, and they are clearly marked on the wall. People have The principle is that it is said that when casting, the thin part is cold first, but the back text is thicker and then cold, and the copper shrinks more. Although the text is on the back, there are hidden traces on the front of the mirror, so it appears in the light."

A clear girl's voice suddenly sounded faintly from behind the others, speaking in a language that the rest of the audience couldn't understand, and then, the little girl who had been sitting silently on the edge of the sofa raised her head and stared blankly. He glanced at Conan, then looked at the projection on the wall, and then said in Japanese in a leisurely manner,

"The passage just now was taken from the article "Light-transmitting Mirror" in "Mengxi Bi Tan" compiled by a scholar named Shen Kuo in the Northern Song Dynasty of China. The translated meaning is:

'There is a light-transmitting mirror in the world, and there is an inscription on the back of the mirror, with a total of twenty characters, and the font is so esoteric that no one can read it.Use this mirror to withstand the sunlight, and the pattern on the back and the characters "Twenty" will be reflected clearly on the wall of the room.Some people have speculated on its principle, thinking that it is because the thin part is cooled first during casting, only the place with patterns and characters is thicker, and the cooling is slower, so that the copper shrinks more.Although the inscriptions and patterns are on the back, there are faint traces on the mirror surface, so they appear in the light. '"

She paused, and then looked at Miss Qinglan who was a little stunned like the others, "So, this is not a magic mirror, but a light-transmitting mirror. This is basically common sense in China , right, Miss Qinglan?"

"Ah...um—" Pusi Qinglan, who was named, frowned and responded.

Then I saw the corner of the girl's lips curled up suddenly, revealing a playful and mocking smile, which was then covered up under an indifferent expression.

Seeing this, Conan, who had been watching her, couldn't help but frowned slightly, and lowered his head in thought.

-----split line-----

Sitting on the sofa in the room, I carefully applied good medicine to the pigeon. I gently put it back into the temporary bamboo basket, and stroked its feathers a few times to soothe the little guy who was a little uneasy because of the injury. Then I sat back on the sofa, staring at the broken monocle I picked up at the port of Osaka last night in a daze.

The broken glass has been completely removed, leaving only the empty frame and the four-leaf clover pendant under the glasses-this is what I gave my father-

The palms that were slightly open slowly closed, and I clearly felt the violent emotions churning in my chest.

It was cold anger, and unforgivable.

Without the memory of these cases, I don't know who the shooter was last night.

However, I have firmly remembered the feeling of watching the whiteness falling from the sky.

No matter who it is, who dares to hurt my brother, he must pay the price!

……

"Well, girl," Conan, who had been sitting silently with me in the room, suddenly said hesitantly, "That guy Kidd, it won't be that easy to get into trouble, you don't have to worry."

"...well," I replied lightly with my head down, stroking the four-leaf clover pendant with my index finger, "Of course he wasn't that prone to accidents—there was no blood on the lens, and the pigeon was just scratched— — I know he's all right."

Then I heard the sound of the person next to me letting out a sigh of relief.

"But," after a pause, I raised my head to look at him and said seriously, "Even so, I won't let him go."

He stared at me blankly, with an unresponsive expression on his face.

"No accident, it can't be a reason for tolerance." I looked straight into his eyes, but my hand clenched the pendant in my palm.

"I don't want it, I don't want to see people around me have accidents again, never again!"

"Girl..." He lowered his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "...I understand."

"...Xinyi" I suddenly called him in a low voice, and when he was about to look up at me, I suddenly reached out and hugged his small body at the moment.

"..." He was silent for a while, then stretched out his arms to hug me, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Leaning my head on his small shoulder, I whispered back, "I'm having a hard time..."

"Yeah." He replied.

"I've always wanted to come back, I miss my friends here, I miss my family here," I knew he had been listening carefully, even though my voice was very soft, he could hear clearly, "I saw Brother Guoguang, no Second senior, Ryoma and other members of the tennis club, see