Conan: The Mechanic

"This..." Qianyu stared blankly at the bomb. "What about this?"

"..." Conan shook his head wordlessly.

calm. . . calm. . . Chiba forced herself to start thinking. Is there any difference between the two lines?

The two threads are intertwined, and there is no difference.

What about the connection part?

It's all a standard connection method. If Chiyu could see the problem from it, he would have discovered it long ago.

Time passed minute by minute, but Qianyu knelt in front of the bomb, motionless.

"Qianyu," came Conan's voice. "Still clueless?"

"I think..." Qianyu turned to Qianyu's direction, only to find that Qianyu kept pursing her lips. Then, Qian Yu said slowly. "That's what I'm capable of."

"Sure enough, there's no drama..." Conan looked helpless. "All right…"

"Qianyu," Xiaolan took a deep breath and said to Qianyu. "You and Conan leave here first and find a ruin to hide."

"Sister Xiaolan, what are you going to do?" Conan asked in surprise.

"Conan, take Qianyu to hide." Xiaolan didn't answer, but repeated her order.

"..." Conan lowered his head, was silent for a moment, then raised his head again. "OK."

"Conan!" Qianyu looked at Conan in surprise, but found that Conan seemed to have lip-synched just now. Then, he only felt a heavy blow to the back of his neck.

Just before Qianyu turned his head, when Conan was still in the blind spot of his vision, Conan, who agreed to Xiaolan's request, made a mouth shape.

"Stun him."

"Hurry up and take him to hide." Xiao Lan showed a smile. "Just leave the matter here to me."

"Don't rush to cut first." Conan instructed, and then he hugged Qianyu with difficulty and left.

"Run," Xiaolan's smile revealed a hint of sadness as she watched Conan and Qianyu leave. "Let's run."

The farther away you are from this gift of death, the better. The funerary item for this gift is enough for me.

The countdown to the bomb left only two numbers representing seconds. In less than a minute, all the creatures here are likely to be sent to the Duo Yin Division by this bomb.

Dad, I'm so sorry, I can't wake you up and cook for you. I'm sorry, I'm afraid it can only be a white-haired person sending a black-haired person...

Mom, please forgive me, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to meet you again in the future, and I won't have the chance to fulfill your expectations for me...

Shinichi, I…

His thoughts broke without warning, and he saw Conan walking towards him.

What he saw was Conan, and what he thought of was a figure of the same small place but with a different name.

New one…

When I saw you for the first time, you looked arrogant.

At that time, Xiao Xiaolan, who was still in kindergarten, was damaged by a bad classmate in the same class. Just when she was troubled by this. . .

"Make me one too, how about it?" A proud voice came, and a boy with an indifferent expression was speaking to her.

"You are Sakura, aren't you?"

The first time I cared about you, you flew into my heart.

"If you really need it," Xiao Xiaolan, who stretched out half of her body from the quilt, held the cherry blossom badge in her hand and said to Xiao Xiaoxin who was standing in front of him with tears in her eyes. "I can give you the Sakura Medal I just made!"

"Hey?" Xiao Xiaoxin was obviously stunned, the crimson quickly occupied his little face, but it disappeared immediately.

"What's your name?" Xiao Xiaolan asked, apparently not noticing this.

"Gong... Kudo Shinichi..." Xiao Xiaoxin answered quickly, recovering from being overwhelmed. "It's from the Sakura class!"

"Okay~" Xiao Xiaolan immediately wrote Xiao Xiaoxin's name and class on the badge with a pen.

"Thank you..." Xiao Xiaoxin blushed and squatted in front of Xiao Xiaolan who was trying to write. "Thank you..."

At this moment, the wind whispers a melody in the ear, the sky is full of harmony, and the time should be sung in a low voice.

Is this what it feels like to fall in love with someone? Xiao Xiaolan thought, the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously.

"Okay!" Xiao Xiaolan handed Xiao Xiaoxin the badge with the words "Sakura Class - Kudo Shinichi" written in neat font. Although her face was still full of tears, her smile was already blooming. "It's done!"

When I first worshiped you, you were in good spirits.

"That's right, the person who killed Mr. Otaka and used Mr. Kanuma's testimony to create an alibi," Kudo Shinichi in casual clothes pointed to a young woman not far away. "Miss Amano Kam, it's you!"

This was the first incident that Shinichi handled independently, when they were flying to the United States in response to an invitation from Shinichi's mother, Yukiko Kudo. Just above the Pacific Ocean, a young woman takes revenge on her boyfriend, the man who murdered her brother. And Kudo Shinichi, on this plane, conducted the first independent reasoning.

When he reasoned, Xiao Lan felt that he was wearing a dome hat on his head, wearing a woolen coat, smoking a pipe that was most common in the late 19th century, speaking in an authentic English voice, using a Victorian style grammar. (Sherlock Holmes)

This case is probably a study in blood in the Heisei era, right? Although Xiaolan does not have the ability to predict the future, he believes that the boy he likes, Shinichi Kudo, can become Sherlock Holmes in the new era and ignite the light of justice in Japan.

However, Shinichi, you left me. On that night that should have been extremely happy, all memories were covered in black and white.

Shinichi, you and I made an appointment to watch a movie. Are you here?

Before the explosion, I used to expect you to come here, because you are the person I think about every day, the person I like the most, and the person I most hope to see.

At the time of the explosion, I used to expect that you would come to my side, because I believe that you are the one who can solve all this, the one who can turn the tide, and the one who can save me.

But when the bomb had a good chance of going off, I realized how filthy my thoughts were, and I was even ashamed of my previous thoughts.

Shinichi, please don't be here, don't be here! You must have forgotten your promise with me for some reason and survived smoothly!

Shinichi, can you hear me? I'm ready for my death, I just hope that if it really happens, you can forget me calmly and live well. Find a girl who likes you and who you also like, and can spend the rest of your life in peace and security.

Xiao Lan clasped her hands together a little strangely, and started a Catholic prayer ceremony that she had never done before.

God, I pray to you with the most humility, and I am willing to trade my life for a new worry. Please accept me, this humble tribute, and use your divine power to manifest the wishes of your humblest servant.

In Xiaolan's prayer, the countdown to the bomb has passed 20 seconds.

The red line, the line that represents emotion, if you cut the red line with Shinichi, maybe Shinichi will be able to live a free and easy life.

"Sister Xiaolan," Conan walked to Xiaolan's side, knelt down, and touched Xiaolan's hand with both hands. "Don't worry, I will be by your side until the end."

Xiaolan looked at Conan with tears in her eyes.

Really like, you and Shinichi. . . Once the new one. . .

The scissor blades on both sides of the red wire have never merged.

Since my choice does not affect whether Shinichi is here or not, I hope to enjoy the right to be selfish, even if it is just to comfort myself for the past ten years.

The scissors changed a target, and then cut.

. . .

"Ugh—" Qianyu woke up in a daze amid the noise. "Wow?"

Why am I here? Wait a moment. . . I seem to have glanced at Conan and then fainted? what the hell?

Qianyu sat up in confusion, and saw that the people beside her were embracing each other and weeping, and in the distance, Conan was being hugged tightly by Xiaolan.

"Thank you," Xiao Lan hugged Conan tightly, shedding tears of joy. "Thank you!"

Thank you, Shinichi. Xiaolan didn't say this.