Conan's Dark Night Festival

Reports about the abandoned factory:

"After the fire was extinguished, the firefighters said that they found some traces of gasoline on the second floor of the factory, and suspected that someone had intentionally set the fire on fire. What is puzzling about the burning of the factory this time is that there was actually a dead person. Kudo Yuya, the son of the famous reasoning novelist Kudo Yusaku, is only nine years old. The firefighters said that no body was found inside, but according to the family, a necklace found at the scene was inseparable from the dead. Therefore, the judgment has been made Death. However, a nine-year-old boy walked into the abandoned factory in the middle of the night really makes people feel puzzled, and why he walked into the factory is still unknown to this day."

Seeing this, I subconsciously raised my eyes to look at Zhibao who was working, and my heart was inexplicably depressed at this moment.

It seems... some understand.

those words.

——Xi...Xi Ye?Isn't it... Kudo, Yuya?

--Um?Kudo Yuya?Who is Kudo Yuya?Someone with the same name as me?

--Maybe.

At that time, the loss in your eyes seemed to be really not my illusion.

--Thank you.

—A matter of convenience.I know you'd rather suffocate than cry in front of those people.

——I... Xiye... Xiye...

The first time I heard you call me Xi Ye, the shock in my heart was very strange and strong.

- Don't leave me alone...

——If praying is really useful, if you use it, you will lose your dignity.Well... I don't mind...

——Xiye, you pig...you're gone, who will leave you behind.If you leave it, you may have to trouble the police uncle.

I have been thinking about who the person you want to see through me is.

And I once mentioned this name to you.

"By the way, who was Kudo Yuya you told me last time?" I held my bag behind my back and asked Shiho beside me with my head tilted.

"Ara, do you want to know that much?" she replied.

"No." Seeing that she didn't mean to answer, I rolled my eyes, "I just asked casually."

Then, when the road became quiet like this, she suddenly spoke.

"He's the one waiting," she looked up at the golden sky, with a faint smile on her lips, "He said he would come to me."

But what do I do now?

Seeing the things you were looking forward to step into the mire and sink deep into it, even when they were all lost without making any sound, I could only watch helplessly like this.

Shiho, how do you want me to comfort you...

How do you want me to tell you that the person you have been waiting for has ceased to exist seven years ago...