Detective Conan's Desperate Cry

Chapter 107 Ending Part 01 ([-])

The hustle and bustle of the night is over.

As night falls, Tokyo resumes its usual night vibe.Neon lights flashing, street lights guiding, people coming and going, cars like running water, horses like dragons.

It was as if the turmoil that had just passed had never existed before.

The night is as cool as water, the night is deep, and people are not quiet.

a few days later.

cemetery.

There were not too many people in the early morning, except for the sanitation workers, there were only a few figures that were vaguely visible, either standing, or kneeling, or holding flowers, or holding wine.

I don't know if he is playing a sad song for these dead people. The cemetery in the early morning is surprisingly cold.

In the early morning of summer, the wind blows around the corners of the cemetery, and the leaves fall and scatter around. When will it be the way back.

Some people have come, some have just left, will they be in a hurry, and some people will come to the same tombstone, singing softly, a sad song.

Jiang Guling was very haggard.

Holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hand, he first carefully cleaned one of the tombstones, and then put the bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone to worship reverently.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and lightly touched the tombstone with his right hand, his eyes were full of affection and sadness, and the remaining emotions and sorrows were not exhausted.Finally, he lowered his head and leaned his body completely against the tombstone, and time stood still for three seconds.

"farewell……"

A person muttered to the tombstone, Jiang Gu Ling suppressed the red eyes, put on the sunglasses again, and planned to leave.

The sound of footsteps shuttled through the one-way corner of the cemetery, Jiang Gu Ling was walking, and when he passed a tree, he stopped.His heart was beating so fast that he could hear the beating sound, hitting his body again and again.

However, Furutani Rei still turned around and looked down at the tree.

The wind blows, the trees are chaotic, and the leaves are scattered;

The wind blows, the clothes flutter, and the hair is messy.

Perhaps, he never chooses to hide himself, even under the watchful eyes of everyone, he still does his own thing, with a black coat, a black hat, a cigarette in his mouth, and silver hair blowing up in the wind, covering his face.

Then, he raised his head, turned his head, and his gaze turned to Jiang Gu Ling.

Then, he lost his eyes, spit out a thick white mist, and walked towards Jiang Gu Ling.

As the smoke dissipated, his face became clearer.

Jiang Gu Ling unconsciously clenched his hand.

Gin.

What are you doing here?
The interrogative sentence lingered in my heart for a long time, but Jiang Gu Ling couldn't say it in the end.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the smoke has all cleared up, and the face can be seen very clearly.

Jiang Gu let out a "tsk" and clenched his fists: "What are you doing here?!"

Qin Jiu stared straight at Jiang Gu, and said expressionlessly: "I came to see you today, not as Qin Jiu."

Jiang Gu Ling's hand suddenly let go, a sad look spread from Gin Jiu's face, Jiang Gu opened his mouth, but there was no response, he waited for Gin Jiu's next sentence.

A trace of sadness flashed before Qin Jiu's eyes: "As Yukiko's father."

The wind blew again, and the figures of the two disappeared. There were no two eye-catching people in the huge cemetery.

The fallen leaves floated with the wind, fell, floated, fell again, and then came to the tombstone with a bunch of white chrysanthemums.

The white chrysanthemums are in full bloom, but no one appreciates the blooming white chrysanthemums.

The leaves were blown up again, facing the tombstone from bottom to top, seven characters appeared in sequence.

"The grave of Yukiko Nakamura."

The wind blew, and the petals of the white chrysanthemums in full bloom fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)