you redeemed me

He wore a windbreaker and walked in the lights along the direction of the wind. There were people in the distance and people nearby, but they couldn't see clearly.

"In other words, you never make untenable assumptions." Heiji's words were so long ago that they seemed to be lingering in his ears all the time.

Is there an untenable assumption? He is slightly contradictory, is there any?

Even with his pride, he can't guarantee that his assumptions are true, Hattori, what are you implying?

Somehow, he seemed to know something, but he didn't seem to know anything.

He shouldn't be forcing himself, at least he can't feel it, Hattori, what did you see?

When Kaito and I are struggling, only you are happy. ,

Walking around casually, I finally came to the mansion without realizing it.

This is the first time that Kudo has set foot in the back garden of the mansion, which has obviously not been tended for many years.The location is extremely remote, the only stone path leading here has been covered by overgrown weeds, and there is a Eight Treasure Pavilion not far away, if it weren't for the strangely shaped shadow cast by the lonely moon in the sky, Kudo would not Found this place.

In the garden, the grass grows long, and a black lacquered rocky rockery faces it. Starlight, sparse shadows, trees, grass and flowers are slanting, and the garden is full of afterimages, which has a somewhat gloomy taste.

There was no interest in the garden, and there were no clues that looked useful. Kudo Shinichi turned around and wanted to go away. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow moving in the bushes. The slight noise was a bit unusual.

Stand still, wait and see.

In the night, I couldn't see clearly, but I was finally sure that it should be a person.

Thin figure, squatting in the grass as if looking for something.

Now, the house has been sealed off, and it's late at night, not to mention a barren garden that hardly exists, yet there are people there?

However, when Kudo wanted to retreat to the dark place to continue watching for his own safety, the shadow suddenly stood up.

Khaki windbreaker, thin stature, short hair reaching ears, when the faded tea hair finally reflected in the moonlight, Kudo narrowed his eyes slightly, as surprised as the one who turned around and happened to look at him Miyano Shiho.

After the flickering face was covered with a thin layer of moonlight, she became more and more calm. She didn't move, she just stood there quietly, and the momentary surprise when she saw him was quickly put away, her messy hair brushed her face, revealing a trace of silence. The stock is bleak.

He couldn't see her bangs expression clearly, as if she deliberately wanted to protect that barrier.

It's just that, with just a glimpse, the absolute cognition invisibly, even at the moment before he can see the face clearly, the clarity in his heart has already moved him.

When did he put this woman in his heart.

So that such a simple and ordinary back view and one movement can confirm the identity of this woman in an instant, there is a lock in her heart, there is a sound of "clicking" when the lock is locked, and the sound of unlocking the lock is more clearly overshadowed.

The dead wood is easy to break, and the crisp sound of broken branches is coming from far and near. In a moment, the man has arrived in front of her eyes,

"Why are you here?"

In the hazy afterimage was his vigilant gaze, but it was deeper, as if there was something she couldn't see clearly, she abruptly supported Kudou's shoulder, leaned close to his shoulder, her nose was full of elegant and fresh Breath, it seems that smelling this smell, you can see those memories that need to be properly collected, because they are hidden from others.

The alienated and indifferent voice shattered in the wind, "Take me back to the coffee shop, please, and leave it to Ling Ge, thank you..." Suddenly there was no more text, and she was surprised by the sudden increase in weight on her shoulders and her limp body that seemed to have no support It made his pupils tighten, and following her downward trend, he hugged her horizontally, and there seemed to be a sad murmur overflowing, very light and faint, like a sound.

"Kudo... Shinichi, I'm sorry..." Kudo Shinichi couldn't hear the last two words clearly.

That year, seven-year-old Haibara Ai met Conan for the first time;

That year, she knew that there was a kind of person who could break a deadlock with his extraordinarily meticulous thinking.

That year, she was convinced by a child with a 17-year-old soul.

That year, Haibara Ai perfected Miyano Shiho's soul.

This event called love started from the first moment of admiration, which she has always known, but at that time, her mind was full of physical and chemical knowledge and could not define it clearly, and as the days went by, she realized that this When you can't show your affection, it's time to part ways.

She knew that she owed him a bright and peaceful life and a childhood sweetheart love, even if she tried the medicine herself, she would not hesitate to suffer the root cause of the disease. This is the atonement she can do, not only for Kudo Shinichi, but also for countless People who have lost their lives directly or indirectly because of her.

Those who live in the dark will hold on to even the faintest light.Yu Miyano Shiho and Kudo Shinichi are such existences, heaven's favored son, and his identity as a detective destined him to live a bright and warm life.

People who have never had it can't let go once they try it. This is called missing.

However, how could a calm and sober man like Miyano Shiho let himself be intoxicated by the comfort that does not belong to him.She has always sunk herself as a dark shark in the deep sea, and she is the least qualified to touch the existence of sunshine, even her thoughts are dark.

It's not that she doesn't argue, she just can't.

The only person in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him should be as gentle and gentle as him is that woman who is so stupid that she would not even risk her life for others.

A lot of thoughts, a lot of feelings that can't be expressed float on the surface of the dream, which can't be removed or deepened.

After a night of ups and downs, when I woke up, I realized that my whole body was cold and I almost lost consciousness.

She clutched the corner of the quilt, as if she had lingering fears, her sweaty temple hair was scribbled on her cheeks that had become thinner over the years, her eyes were fixed, apparently absent-minded.

It has been like this for a long time, it is difficult to fall asleep, and when I wake up, I think I am still in a dream.

The room is dark, all the curtains are thickly covering all the places with windows, there is no wind in the stuffy air, only a smell that looks like medicine but not medicine, and smells like fragrance but not fragrance keeps lingering around the nose.

The only place like this is her bedroom.The memory came back, the senses gradually became clearer, after the stiff dull pain in her body, Hai still had some hallucinations, which seemed like pain but not pain, and her gradually sober mind made her unable to bear the sticky sweat on her body, so she got up, walked to the window, grabbed the crack, Pulling it apart forcefully, a room of light instantly outlines the layout of the room.

A dark bed from beginning to end, a writing desk full of medical books beside the bed, a European-style coffee table next to the mahogany window lattice, and a cup of black tea that has been cooled.

The man with closed eyes in the chair showed no sign of waking up, and let the warm sun pour down on him.The black hair was fine and soft, and the eyebrows were straight and gentle, only a slight frown between the brows destroyed its proper balance.

The white shirt was half open, revealing a white chest. One hand was resting on the armrest, and the other was resting on the lap where a medical book was placed.

At that time, the fleeting years did not hurt, and the years were safe.

I wasn't too surprised by his stay, it's always been a common problem for detectives to meddle in their own business.

However, at that moment, the soft light diffused into the bottom of the pupils, touched his quiet and elegant face, and coincided with the non-existent face of the void, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was fake.

It seems that the four-year segregation is just a dream, and time just brushes away the ashes from each other's brows.

With the disordered heartbeat and intricate memories, she approached slowly, and gently put her hand on his, and clasped them together.

He didn't move. In the next second, he bent down and lowered his head, pressed against his lips, and kissed him lightly.And secretly told myself, only this once.

She knew that this stolen kiss meant nothing, but it was just greed, absorbing the faint breath between his lips and teeth, as if possessing this man in a moment.

She opened her eyes, sizing up and drawing out the delicate lines of his face and the fine hairs inch by inch, and there was only affectionate nostalgia in her eyes.

It is only for a moment, she is always soberly aware of a person's "degree", for example, her "degree", his "degree".She can't and doesn't dare to cross borders crazily, desperate, her past doomed her to be beyond ordinary people's reason and calmness.

Hanging eyes, wanting to leave.