The unscientific detective in Conan

"I lost a whole world..."

Sato Miwako silently stared at the road in front of her, and couldn't help but tighten her hand on the steering wheel.

"Human life is full of uncertainties, full of ups and downs, and there will naturally be regrets. There will definitely be someone who suddenly appears in that small world, filling it all up, and then suddenly disappears."

Fujino lowered the car window, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Remaining memories will gradually fill a person's heart. Even if the face in the memory has long been blurred, but Every time in the dead of night, it always comes to mind from the bottom of my heart."

"These memories cannot be smoothed out even by time. Every time I forget, I will always suddenly recall them and write them down again."

"In the constant torture, some people will never be able to get out of it in their entire lives."

"Maybe, I am that kind of person."

Sato Miwako parked the car on the side of the road, lowered her eyes, clutched the steering wheel, and her eyes gradually turned red: "Even if you are the kind of person who cannot get out of your life, even if you want to forget, you can't forget, you are always there. Those memories keep echoing in my mind..."

"If you can't forget it, you can't forget it."

Fujino put his hands outside the car window and looked at the scenery: "Just choose to accept it."

"accept?"

“What has happened cannot be changed, but the future can still be changed.”

Fujino continued without looking back: "Regret, not being able to love, these are part of life. Maybe the process will be a little uncomfortable, but there is no other way..."

"After all, all we can do is accept it. Maybe many years later, these memories will still linger in our hearts..."

Fujino chuckled softly: "But at that time, I think when I think back to the past, I will smile with relief. After all, at least, this means that that person has been here before."

"That person has been here before..."

Sato Miwako lowered her eyes and put her hands on the steering wheel, a look of memory flashing in her eyes.

"I don't know if you've heard of this."

Fujino retracted his gaze and looked at the road in front of him: "Some people say that a person will die three times in his life...the first is brain death, which means death of the body, and the second is a funeral, which means death in society. And the last time, it was completely forgotten.”

"When no one in this world can think of you, then you are completely dead and have completely disappeared from this world, and your soul will also disappear..."

"Soul or something?"

Sato Miwako raised her eyes and looked at Fujino: "Does it really exist?"

"Maybe it does exist."

Fujino held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and leaned back on the seat behind him, with a flash of thought in his eyes: "Although I don't know if it is true, when a person is completely forgotten, it is indeed... There is nothing to prove that he has been in this world."

"So no matter what, as long as someone still remembers that he was here, then it is not a complete death."

As he said that, he looked at Miwako Sato and asked, "How are you, Miss Shrew, are you feeling better?"

"Um……"

Miwako Sato raised her eyes, rested her head on the back seat, and covered her red eyes: "Listening to what you said, I do feel better."

"That's good."

Fujino nodded and said happily: "So, don't take what I just said about going to see a psychiatrist seriously. If you really listen to my joke and go to see a psychiatrist, you will probably be taken for granted on the spot. A mentally ill person is admitted to a hospital. After all, it is a place like a mental hospital where normal people can become mentally ill."

Sato Miwako: "..."

Are you just afraid that I will see a psychiatrist after talking so much?

No, normal people can really become mentally ill.

It was hard for others to tell, but Fujino felt that if he went to a mental hospital, he would definitely be given a diagnosis of severe time perception disorder on the same day.

"Really, just now I was just talking to others about the principles of life like an uncle, but now I'm starting to become unserious!"

Miwako Sato rubbed her eyes, complained, sighed, and then looked at Fujino: "So, after telling me so much, why do you seem to have experienced this feeling?"

"I don't understand. How can I understand?"

Fujino leaned directly on the back seat and said: "I am only eighteen years old. How can I have so many life experiences..."

"Eighteen years old..."

Miwako Sato narrowed her eyes slightly and became suspicious.

So, the guy who just sorted himself out a little bit, who looks like a vicissitudes of life uncle who has been tortured three times by society, emotions and family, is really eighteen years old?

Is this guy getting smaller?

Miwako Sato clicked her tongue, even a little doubting whether the person opposite her was an older man who had shrunk like Sakura Jusanro and was even older than her.

But if you think about it, it’s impossible, right?

The world is still very scientific.

There is absolutely no way such a thing could happen!

Well, probably...

Sato Miwako shook her head slightly to get rid of this fearful thought. Then she looked at Fujino again, and suddenly her eyes narrowed slightly: "So, our eighteen-year-old little adult is not an adult yet. Right, where did the cigarettes come from?”

"Forehead……?"

Fujino paused while holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth.

Damn it, I was so engrossed in what I just talked about that I even took out all the cigarettes that my life mentor must have.

After reacting, Fujino made a prompt decision.

That's almost 0.01 seconds.

He threw the cigarette out of the car window.

Then he said carelessly: "What cigarettes, Miss Shrew, did you see someone lighting up a cigarette and smoking it? I hate gambling and drugs the most in my life. Who is doing this kind of thing that violates good work ethics? Look. I'll blow his head off!"

"..."

Miwako Sato couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

Hard, hard fist!

Taking a deep breath, she calmed down her raging mood and said helplessly, "So it's really annoying that you people who are sometimes serious and sometimes not."

"Oh, it's okay if you hate it, but it will be troublesome if you like it."

Fujino gathered his chin and murmured: "After all, I am only eighteen years old, and it would not be good if some twenty-eight-year-old shrew gave me tender grass."

"Hey, who do you think is an old cow eating young grass, and who do you think is a shrew!"

"Ahem, no...that's right!"

Fujino coughed lightly, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and changed the subject: "I seem to have suddenly thought of a clue to where the bomb is hidden!"

"Don't stray away..."

Miwako Sato's eyebrows wrinkled, and she was suddenly startled when she reacted: "Do you have a clue?"

"Yes."

Fujino nodded slightly, groaned, and looked at the red spire in the distance: "That's Tokyo Tower."

"But, there..."

Miwako Sato looked over and was confused at first, but immediately, she thought of something: "The strike zone of steel, the pitcher's mound stained with blood... So this is it!"