[Comprehensive] Your wish, I will come true

Today, it seems to be extra quiet.

"What the hell happened..." Mao Lilan sighed, with a hint of frustration in his tone.

Two or three months ago, on April [-]st, I suddenly told them not to go to the store for the time being, saying that they wanted to do something.They did not see April Yi again in the next few trips, but the old Baimugui sat quietly in the Japanese room with them until they couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere and left.

——They had seen by chance, the expression of the old man quietly watching the inner room.So focused, like a sculpture frozen in the long river of time, standing quietly waiting in place.

April [-]st didn't tell them what was going on - he seemed to have kept a lot of things from telling them, the old Baimugui should know something, but he wouldn't take the initiative to tell them.Not to mention people who are as curious as Conan, even they are inevitably curious.

But they never had a chance to find out.

"Eh? Didn't classmate Domeki come here today?"

Suzuki Sonoko was lying on the table, wailing loudly in a very inconspicuous manner.

"Ah, that." Shiliang Zhenchun turned her head, she was always well-informed, "I heard that Domeki's grandfather—"

"He passed away a few days ago."

"boom!"

"Hold, I'm sorry!" Natsume hurriedly cleaned up the overturned pencil case, but he couldn't hide his shocked expression.Mao Lilan didn't lose his composure like him, but his face was full of shock.

—The sculpture collapsed.

"Please let us in!" As soon as school was over, Mao Lilan dragged the very dazed Edogawa Conan to the door of the store before he had time to explain, but was blocked by two little girls in pink and blue.

"I'm very sorry, no guests will be accepted today, April [-]st."

The two little girls bowed slightly, but they didn't leave any room for reversal in what they said.

"Can……"

Mao Lilan anxiously wanted to say something, and the words twitched in her mouth a few times, but they finally sank back into her stomach unwillingly under Quan Lu Duolu's gaze.

"On April [-]st... He probably doesn't want to see anyone today..."

The two little girls bowed deeply again, and slowly closed the shop door in front of them.

——So, you are actually worried about him, right?

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Today, it seems to be extra quiet.

April [-]st slowly opened his eyes, his mind was still a little dazed, and the scene in front of him was a little blurry - he reached out and touched, but couldn't find his glasses.

It wasn't until the groggyness in his head dissipated completely and his vision slowly recovered that he found the glasses that had fallen out for unknown reasons under the bed.

Getting up slowly, there was a pain in his head - he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have drunk a lot of wine last night, Quan Lu Duo Lu's worried words were hazy and inaudible, and he didn't even know when he returned to the room.

He didn't know if it was the pain or something else, but he still couldn't remember why he fell asleep with a hangover last night.

The shop was too quiet.There is no sound of Quan Lu Duo Lu laughing and playing, no noise of Mo Ke Na going up and down wishing to overturn the store.

Stepping on the ground with bare feet, it is already late autumn, and the cool air slowly spreads along the soles of the feet.His kimono was loose, and the open chest let in the chill, which was almost chilling.

He didn't feel anything.Moving slowly, the rustling sound of the kimono on the floor was amplified in the boundless silence.He tilted his head slightly, the appetizers on the small table had long been thoroughly chilled, and the two lonely wine glasses on the table, one filled and the other empty, seemed to be talking silently.

It was rare for him to feel a little weird—how could he cook so many dishes?

It was a rare time to feel tired, and he turned his head away, ignoring the mess.Dragging the baggy kimono, he moved forward slowly.

The bright red bong smoked, and the smell of mint tobacco spread, finally bringing some warmth to the cold room.

The rising smoke obscured his vision.He leaned lazily on the sofa, letting the smoke get thicker and thicker, until the originally mild tobacco smell made him cough.

——He always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't tell.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze away, and a rather discordant white appeared on his coffee table.

He picked it up casually, but froze for a second, the plain white paper slipped from his fingers.

—It was an invitation to a funeral.

——It’s the funeral of the Hundred Eyes Ghost.

He suddenly coughed violently, as if the corners of his eyes were red from being choked by the overly strong smell of smoke.There was an unspeakable lump in his throat.

He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, his fingers were still white and dry - he thought he was going to cry, but he didn't.

Putting down the bong, the crisp sound when the bong hit the coffee table was harsh and unpleasant.He reached out to pick up the piece of paper, but he couldn't pick it up, and his eyes turned uncontrollably to the small cabinet under the TV.

——In there, there is the wedding invitation of Baimu Guijing and May [-]th Xiaoyu.

He suddenly couldn't remember what it was like when the person handed him the invitation - it was so long ago, so long that he had a child, his child got married, and had another child.

In a trance, I can't even remember the appearance of that person when he was young-the long time when they were noisy together, was cherished and buried along with his most precious, precious to almost heart-wrenching memory, even Memories are painful.

He was absent from the domeki's life—he was absent from his wedding, and now he will be absent from his funeral.

But he also occupies the largest proportion in Domeki's life - he watched this man grow from youth to adulthood, and then slowly grow old in the long flow of time.

But he stayed where he was.His time has long been static, and he can only watch the old people being submerged by time one by one, leaving him alone in the empty store, waiting for the return of the person who did not return.

What will you be doing in ten years?

What will you be doing in ten years, 20 years, 50 years?

you……

In fact, he was very clear, knowing that he would watch them go away, hide them deeply in his heart, and then walk down alone with those memories.

"Oh, it's just a hundred-eyed ghost..." He sneered, his voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, and his words were no longer impatient as before.

He let out a long sigh, and slowly sat back on the sofa. The smell of menthol and tobacco in the air slowly dissipated, but he couldn't bear the smoke of tobacco, and covered his golden right eye, which made his eyes sore.

It's just the loss of a hundred-eyed ghost.

It's just that no one would stand in the rain and wait for him foolishly all afternoon, filling his fingers with mud, trying to bring him back in such a ridiculous way.

It's just that no one will shoot an arrow at the ghost without hesitation for him anymore, even if he will be injured, he wants him to recover.

It's just that no one will question him angrily and share the right eye with him because he traded with the spider without authorization and handed over his right eye.

It's just that there is no one to help him run errands anymore, and he will work hard to bring the items he needs when he can't go out.

It's just that no one will say that they don't want to see him get hurt anymore.

But it is……

In his life, there will never be another person named "Baimu Guijing".

He picked up the bong again and took a deep breath, but it was as if he was choked to tears when he picked it up for the first time.

He closed his eyes and let himself slowly sink into the darkness.

It's just... that's all.