magician under the moon

You don't need other people's guidance, just walk along the long corridor in your memory, go straight to the end of the corridor, and push open the not-so-heavy wooden sliding door.

Everything in the room has not changed, whether it is the classical Japanese decoration, or the light blue tones, suddenly Kuroba Kaito has an inexplicable illusion.Is it a dream?Was everything that happened in these ten years a dream?I woke up from the dream, so I went back to the original point.

Kaito Kuroba walked slowly across the room and walked to the wall on the left side of the room.On the snow-white wall hung a painting with gray branches, blue sky, and white flowers.The memory of ten years ago told Kuroba Kaito that there is a secret room hidden behind this painting.He clearly remembered that the self ten years ago was pacing back and forth in this small room, as if if he didn't do this, every second that passed would burn his feet like flames.And after the pointer of time passed ten years, although the chaotic thoughts in his heart tortured his already weak body, there was no trace of anxiety on Kuroba Kaito's face. That charming smile that belonged to Kidd.But he stood quietly in front of the painting for a long time, admiring a famous imitation painting with appraising eyes, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The intersection of memory and reality made his thoughts fall into chaos again.The cold north wind howled in early winter, blowing his slightly long black hair, gradually clearing up his brain, which was a little dizzy due to the high fever.He turned slightly sideways, raised his head, and looked up at the moon hanging in the dark night sky, letting the moonlight outline his side face, which was a handsome and tired side face rarely seen by people of his age.

Belmode stood just one step behind him, quietly watching this scene.She didn't move or make any sound, because she knew that the young man in front of her was immersed in memories. It was a unique and beautiful memory. Even if she was as cruel as her, she couldn't bear to call this young man out of the dream called memories. Awake.It was even more because she knew that even if her heart was full of reluctance, the stubborn young man in front of her would soon walk out of the memories of the past, and she had to face reality when she returned.Because she knew that this boy was always kind to others, but too cruel to himself.

Sure enough, Kaito Kuroba, who was silent for a while, broke the silence he created with a heavy sigh, and then confirmed in a flat tone, "The woman who brought me here ten years ago was you, right? "

"Yes." Although this answer seemed redundant, Belmode responded.

Kaito Kuroba turned around, and there was a rare coldness in the pupils that were always smiling, and his tone of voice even eliminated the usual gentleness towards women, and he almost asked, "Why did you let me come here, ten years ago, And now..."

"Why don't you ask yourself this question." Facing the straightforward inquiry, Belmode did not answer directly, but asked instead, "Why did you follow me here, ten years ago, and now..."

"I came here ten years ago to solve a mystery left by a person." Kaito Kuroba responded in a light tone, concealing his uneasiness. To solve too many unsolvable mysteries."

"Puzzles, yes. That man really likes to come up with puzzles. People all over the world want to solve his puzzles, but no one has ever actually done it. Instead, he plays with him. You know why Is it?" Belmode smiled suddenly, it was a complicated smile, with admiration, admiration, but also confusion and pain, and a smile with more difficult to decipher messages, "Because, he, he is It's a mystery, I have been by his side for more than ten years, but he never let me really get close to his heart. And I never want to really walk into his heart. Because in this world, some people, It should always be a mystery, a mystery that can never be solved. Because the things hidden behind the mystery are not something everyone can bear. Even if you are his closest person, it should not be an exception, Kaito."

Kuroba Kaito didn't respond, but just opened his eyes with light blue pupils wide, staring blankly at the woman in front of him.Conversations between smart people, especially those who are hostile, can never be straightforward and clear, but are only full of mutual temptations and hints that make outsiders unclear.Therefore, there is no need for more explanations. Kaito Kuroba already understood that Belmode answered his temptation with hints, and gave the answer he most wanted to know but was least willing to hear.

For a moment, Kaito Kuroba had an inexplicable urge to question the woman in front of him and the father who had left him for many years.

Dad, why did you come up with such a puzzle back then and bring me here?

Dad wasn't killed by the organization, but why did the people in the organization have friendship for more than ten years?

Dad, what kind of mystery is hidden in you that even my son shouldn't solve it?

But Kaito Kuroba would not air these questions, whether it was because of the introvertedness and calmness characteristic of a magician or because of his current position, he would not do so.

So Kuroba Kaito just smiled slightly, and chose a peaceful tone to respond to the other party: "Thank you for your advice, but unfortunately, I have to solve all the puzzles, because from the moment I became Kaitou Kidd, I have no choice."

Stretching out his hand, he gently touched the painting on the wall, and the secret room slowly opened in front of his eyes.The steps are a little heavy and a little vain, slowly stepping into the end of childhood memories.

Ten years is neither too long nor too short, so it won't completely change anything, but it can make everything in memory appear in front of you in a different way.

The cold wind in early winter has receded some remaining warmth in late autumn, and the unrestrained knocking sound when it relentlessly blows on the wooden window frames that have been dilapidated due to the erosion of the years, is in the unique quietness of the suburbs. Among them, it was abrupt and harsh.Years of wind, frost, rain and snow have sharpened the stained glass window. The only thing that can be seen clearly is the crescent moon covered by dark clouds from time to time. It is very bright on a starless night.A ray of brilliance, as the dark clouds chased by the wind dispersed, intermittently shot into this small secret room, disturbing the complete blackness, making this small space involuntarily flickering. .In the center of the secret room, there is a table and a chair, which are covered with thick dust and cobwebs, so that no one can recognize the delicate and complicated patterns on the surface.

Belmode looked at the familiar back, sighed softly, and turned to leave.Because she knew that she could only bring him here, and there were some knots in her heart that only they could untie.

Pulled away the only chair in the room, sat down slowly, and wiped off the dust on the table little by little with cold and trembling hands.Kuroba Kaito's movements were extremely slow, as slow as a slow motion replay in a movie.And when he saw the things on the table clearly, his slow movements also stopped.

There are only three simple things on the table as before: a laptop, a mobile phone, and a crow's feather.

Hesitation, yes, hesitation.Kuroba Kaito, who has always been bold, ignores the tight security no matter how tight it is.No matter how dangerous the situation is, the magician under the moon is going forward bravely, but at this time he hesitates whether to continue, whether he should desperately solve the unsolved puzzles ten years ago.

Why is it that only the last sentence of the code ten years ago was written on the note received at the hospital, not all of it.

Why did Belmode take so much trouble to bring himself back to the secret room ten years ago.

Why are all the furnishings in the secret room separated by ten years without the slightest change.

There is probably only one answer, and that is the self ten years ago, who did not really solve the last mystery left by his father.

But what is the real answer to the puzzle, and what kind of mystery lies behind the answer?