Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

Thinking about it, the smile on Yue Shui Nanatsuki's face gradually disappeared, and the light in his eyes dimmed, with a little nostalgia and sadness.

After so many years, when she sees other people's smiles, she can remember that smile.

Back then, she never thought that it would be so difficult to find people lost in the sea of ​​people, and she was too innocent to understand the euphemisms in those words.

Someone picked him up at the hospital that day, and she was standing by the car, still annoyed by the phrase 'call him daddy', and didn't quite understand if he was joking and laughing at her father who had never met her, and decided to leave tomorrow If you see him again, don't talk to her so easily.

Before he got into the car, he turned his head to look at her, his eyes seemed to drift behind her, his expression seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his tone became complicated.

"Little Seven?"

"snort……"

She was still sulking, but couldn't help but want to hear what he had to say.

He turned back and approached her with gloomy and solemn eyes, which prevented her from getting angry.

"Little Qi, it doesn't matter if you're alone. If you don't feel comfortable, you have to make yourself comfortable. Crying is the most useless thing. If you are weak, you will be bullied. To survive the most difficult days is nothing more than that. When you live, tell yourself to hold on, understand?"

"I know, I know."

She still couldn't quite understand it, but just like what he said before, she just nodded and wrote it down.

Well, don't talk back.

When she watched the car drive away that day, she was still thinking about waiting for her mother to wake up, and she wanted to share with her about the very powerful Xiaoqi brother she knew, and by the way, could she come to Tokyo in the future.

She thought that if she knew him, she was a friend, and being a friend meant that she could see him often in the future.

It doesn't matter even if one is in Tokyo and the other is in Fukuoka, the holiday is very long...

At that time, she hadn't thought about what the nurse said 'Your mother will be fine', it was just a well-intentioned reassurance, and she hadn't thought that in the hospital corridor behind her, a group of emergency doctors had already come out and all took off their masks , staring at her with painful and distressed eyes.

Her little brother Qi saw it, so he told her, 'It doesn't matter if you are alone'.

Her mother didn't wake up again, and her grandmother brought her and her mother's ashes home. After a few days of ignorance, life seemed strange to her.

But she firmly believed that Brother Xiao Qi met in Tokyo was the most powerful, stronger than many adults, and he was right.

In fact, she still feels that he is not wrong.

She carried through his words like her thoughts, and survived the saddest and most disturbing days, not letting herself suffer, not letting herself be wronged, and one day she looked back and thought about it, after getting over it, it was indeed nothing more than that.

Time can heal a lot of pain, and growth can make the human body realize more, but neither of these seems to be a panacea.

After she realized that she had come out of the pain and anxiety, the thought of "wanting to see Brother Seven" began to grow wildly in her heart uncontrollably, like weeds that were soaring in early spring, and soon covered the entire forest. The withered land after winter is still spilling out unsatisfied.

She had so much to say to him, that she thought of her mother a few nights and was really sad, but she listened to him and persisted in the end, isn't she amazing...

The impulse to "go to him" was suppressed for more than a year when my grandmother passed away in the first grade of middle school, and it rebounded with terror.

She insisted on it again, and she had a lot of insights, now she should no longer be ignorant of his words, and can chat with him a lot, right?

Go find him, she's going to find him!

From the holidays of the second year of junior high school, she began to take the train to and from Tokyo and Fukuoka.

She has been to the deserted music classroom, longing to meet someone familiar passing by, and also longing to meet someone who knows what happened back then.

But that place became more and more desolate, the broken piano did not appear again, and thick dust fell on the floor.

She has also been to the hospital, the hospital has been remodeled, the small building has become a tall building, the chairs in front of the bushes have been dismantled, and a shade tree has been planted, where birds will stay on it in summer, but again There was no open space or bench for two children to sit and talk, and there was no longer a pair of fierce and unruly purple eyes appearing there.

She even tried to secretly leave the word Xiaoqi on the tree.

It was like a secret signal between them, she thought so.

As long as he came and saw it, he would know that she had been here, and he might leave some messages for her nearby.

But when she passed by next time, everything would remain the same, "Little Seven" was carved on the tree trunk alone, and nothing new appeared next to it.

One year, two years, three years...

There is a fact that I don't want to believe, he probably has forgotten her, and he has never been here once, otherwise he should have left something for her.

After graduating from high school, she tried to become a private detective. When she was free, she would go to that hospital, to that deserted piano classroom, and began to search for any information about "little seven". I will always pay more attention to the incidents of the person, hoping that one day I will suddenly meet the person with a pair of purple eyes.

But she has been fruitless.

Until last year, the place where the piano classroom was was demolished, and the street outside has been rebuilt.

Standing behind the construction notice board blocking the road, she watched the big machinery waving its iron arms, destroying the once glorious houses bit by bit, and the demolished construction waste was pulled away by trucks.

In the end, even the ground will be leveled, right?

It's like nothing ever existed.

That day, a few men and women of the same age were laughing and walking on the street behind her. When she turned her head and saw the happy smiling faces of the two boys, she suddenly felt as if she was thinking about something, but it seemed that she was too much to think about. .

Will her little seven brother live so happily?

No, with Brother Xiao Qi's personality, he probably wouldn't smile so brightly, but it's hard to say, what if life makes him very happy.

In that case, it doesn't matter if you forget her. After all, to Brother Xiaoqi, she was just a crying little girl he met one day, and he only knew her for one afternoon.

However, she suddenly didn't know what reason to use to keep herself going.

It seemed she would never find him.

What kind of person will Xiaoqi brother be when he grows up? It's a pity that she may never know again.

In fact, she was still a little unwilling, so she thought about doing something to help her best friend, and then, planning a big event that could cause a sensation in the whole country.

The famous high school student detectives were trapped on an isolated island, and there were serious casualties. It will definitely be reported at that time, causing a sensation in the whole country and even the whole world. Her photo will be published and kept in the file, and it may become a mystery The deceased may have become a frenzied murderer, but no matter what, Brother Xiao Qi may see it at some point, and he is surprised why the people in the photo are familiar.

should be...

She came here with this kind of awareness, and when she heard that Tan Baima would bring one more person, she didn't care if there would be one more person trapped on the isolated island. She looked up and saw the person sitting on the right side of the table turned her head and looked over. She was tall, with a calm and indifferent look under her black hair, and her purple eyes were emotionless, but even if it wasn't for that special pupil color, she could still see it at a glance. can recognize.

It's him.

Regardless of whether he is colder than before, the calmness in his eyes and expression has not changed at all, and the thorough examination that seems to have seen through many things has not changed at all. It was the most reassuring force in the past.

She almost cried bitterly at that time, even though he really didn't seem to remember her, but he still appeared in front of her at this last moment, as if blaming her: Didn't you tell yourself to hold on a little longer?

It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember her, he never seems to have given up on her, and no matter how wrong, she found him again, the moment she saw him, it seemed that all the things that made her uncomfortable and tangled disappeared.

...

Outside the door, Hui Yuan Ai listened to the subdued weeping sound behind the door, she was stunned, her raised hand never knocked down, she turned around and went back to the room where Conan was staying with light steps.

She was sure that she heard correctly. The people in the room before laughed. It was a smile thinking of something happy, without any adulteration. But soon, the people in the room cried again, and there seemed to be an unspeakable sound in the crying. The grievance and sadness, that kind of grievance and sadness are so real, it makes people feel bored.

But why did Detective Yueshui cry?

Crying for a while, laughing for a while, I always feel that it is not normal.

Wait, Detective Yueshui probably met Brother Feichi at Qingshan Fourth Hospital, right?

Not long after Haibara Ai left, a black figure came to Koshimizu Nanatsuki's door, stood there for a while, and left quietly again.

Five minutes later, Koshimizu Nanatsuki collected his mood, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he went out, he saw Renzo Kotani, Tan Hakuba, Heiji Hattori and Conan standing together?

"What? Brother Feichi said he won't go down with us for dinner?"

Hattori Heiji looked surprised, and reached out to open the door of Hakuba Tan's room, but Hakuba Tan stretched out his hand and stopped him.

"He doesn't seem to be feeling well," Detective Hakuba explained to Hattori Heiji, who looked at him in confusion, with a complicated look on his face, "Let him take a good rest, I think he should rest too."

Conan noticed Tan Baima's expression was strange, and asked suspiciously, "Is Brother Chi's situation very bad?"

"You don't have to worry, it's not that you're not feeling well, but you're a little tired." Bai Matan turned his head and looked at the closed door. "He should be recovering now. I'll come back after dinner later."

"Oh?" Toki Junzai came out of the room with a smile on his face, "Will anyone be absent from dinner tonight? But he is not a detective representative, so even if he doesn't attend, it probably won't affect the event."

"However, what about Brother Feichi's dinner?" Hattori Heiji didn't insist on opening the door, and withdrew his hand.

"Leave him a copy. When he feels hungry, he can heat it up in the kitchen." Tan Baima looked at Lian San, "We can solve it ourselves."