"This ...... This?" Everyone looked at the projected ancient castle in front of them in amazement.

You know, although in future wars, spies have many tricks to get information on.

For example, an empty hard drive, a roll of patches that no one will notice.

Put the patch under the microscope and project it out, and you will see a message or a photo.

Or, some computer data encrypts information.

Or......

Whatever the method, it's a trick, but it's very practical.

Although in modern terms, such technology is nothing, as long as the principle is known, the machine can do it.

However, to everyone's surprise and shock, this egg of memories is a product of the end of the century.

"This is truly the work of God's hand. The Nakamori Police Department sighed.

Yes, although it will shock people and attract people's attention. But it's no different, humanity is always learning to improve.

There are many works that exclude wars and can be called the hand of God.

The fleeting fireworks are touching and nostalgic.

The footsteps of walking hand in hand turned into a smile on the back of the bicycle.

Then, with the rapid development of the times, it was transformed into a mechanical car that could be driven with refueling.

Then, people wanted to fly in the sky, so airplanes appeared.

All of this can perhaps be called a sea of knowledge.

But at the same time, who can deny that this ......

Not the hand of God?

Life is always frustrated. Perhaps everyone yearns for this process of starting something from nothing. Dreaming, acting, and enjoying.

Because I love it, I always pursue it as a dream.

Life, on the other hand, only pursues profits.

Perhaps, there are only four kinds of people in life.

The first type is that people who have been working hard to pursue their dreams regard their dreams as work and progress together, even if they conflict with their dreams because of their work, and then change. Even so, the results will not change much. Or, the dream is forgotten or the dream has deteriorated.

Second, they will clearly distinguish what is a job and what is a dream, and will not substitute dreams into work. Use the benefits of work to realize your dreams, and then satisfy yourself with your dreams.

Third, the knowledge learned is only for dreams, and will not pursue any other interests. A road to the end. Then, perhaps, a branch of the dream will be opened. Then, keep working hard for your dreams. To live, only to dream.

And the fourth, how to say it.

Maybe there are a few words, ordinary people, mediocre people, or ...... Poor man?

The desires of such people are simple, yes, desires, not dreams.

For this kind of person, not knowing what the dream is, confused, ignorant.

Xiaobai Zeng said, it's not so much that he has no desire, but that he has no ability.

Maybe this kind of person hopes that someone can understand him, be able to help him, and work hard for others.

So, the simplest life is just to survive.

......

After the Chaki Police and the Nakamori Police Department discuss the magic of the Egg of Memories with everyone, everyone agrees to protect the Egg of Memories from Kidd.

However, they did not know that everything they said had been eavesdropped on by a pigeon......

Namba Fubukuro Shrine

The crowd was begging for a signature.

"Wow, I'm Dajiye. Xiaolan exclaimed as she looked at the lottery she had begged for.

"I'll take a look......" Sonoko and Kazuha walked over to Xiaolan.

"Those who wait will meet their lovers. Xiaolan looked at the words on the sign and said.

"No, this is Shinichi. Yuan Zi looked at Xiaolan with a wicked smile.

"Great, let me meet him this time. Kazuha seemed to be excited, too.

"The future in the fog...... Xiaobai looked at the sign he asked for, and thought silently in his heart.

"I've heard that the lottery here is very effective. The discussion with Ye and his party reached Xiaobai's ears.

"Does it work?" looked at the paper in his hand, folded it in half, and put it in his pocket.

"Mist...... Looking at the sky, with his hands in his pockets, the fox's smile disappeared from his face and was replaced by just normal.

It's not so much normal, or rather expressionless.

Mist, future. Or it's unknown.,Because it's unknown.,So,If the sign of this shrine is accurate.。

Isn't God able to know the future, then?

and Ye and his party were discussing the sign about Xiaolan.

Conan and Heping discussed the issue of Kidd's advance letter the next morning.

Xiao Ai stood not far away and looked at Xiao Bai's back.

At this moment, Xiaobai is always out of place with this environment.

Friends around you will discuss topics of interest and create a lot of curious topics.

The three of them discussed in two words, and the story of one person and one sentence set off the atmosphere.

And he will always make people feel ......

Alone...... Is it?

Yes, a loneliness out of step with this world,

Silence people,

Heart-wrenching,

There is a bright light in front of me,

but don't see any of the people,

Feelings of loneliness.

"Do you want to see this city?" walked slowly to Xiao Bai's side, and Xiao Ai's voice sounded behind Xiao Bai.

Hearing the voice behind him, Xiao Bai's body shook slightly, and he raised his head and looked in front of him, although there were only some buildings in front of him, no one came to the net, and no one was crowded.

In my ears, there is still a small mourning voice. After the voice, it was Xiaolan's discussion, and Conan and Heiji's whispers.

Turning around, Xiaobai looked at Xiao Ai in front of him.

The same expressionless face, maybe this is already her habit. However, the eyes looked at each other, and the worried eyes were obvious.

"Okay. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Xiao Bai replied with a slight squint.

"Well, I can't use that time to walk around the city. But it's good to leave our footprints. Xiao Ai tilted her neck slightly, her eyes closed, and her smile was like a flower.

......

Although Xiaolan and the others are still worried that Xiaobai and Xiaoai's actions will be dangerous, especially in this strange city. However, after Xiaobai called Eiko Toya, and Eiko Toya sent the person in charge in the local area to follow, Xiaolan agreed to Xiaobai and Xiaoai to act alone.

In this bustling city street, Xiaobai and Xiaowai walked side by side, and no pedestrians around them would care about the two of them, because everyone had their own life topics.

Couples dating, pedestrians going to work, families lounging, elderly couples smiling and sitting on benches looking at pedestrians......

"Autobiography: In the blink of an eye. 」

This is, Xiao Ai's sign.

"Life is like a blink of an eye, composing the ordinariness of an autobiography. I don't know...... Is this sign really effective? Xiao Ai looked at Xiao Bai beside him and held the other party's hand.

"In my autobiography, you exist. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Hand in hand, Xiaobai, hold tightly.

Slight force, then more force.

It seems that I never want to let go......

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On January 6th, it was my birthday again.

The elderly have been living in the hospital for inpatient physiotherapy, and now they don't want to come back even if they can be discharged. Only Uncle Bai was left to live alone in this old house.

I've been living there for almost a month.

Occasionally, when a person eats, he thinks of a certain picture and falls into heartache.

A person in a bed, lying in the bed will always wake up with back pain.

A song was listened to in an infinite loop day after day.

Just like Xiaobai, he is always out of step with this world.

In many places in the article, Xiaobai is a portrayal of Uncle Bai's life.

One will always be busy, so busy that this winter is too cold to want to hit the keyboard and continue to write the story.

A man who had a cold for three weeks and was unwell and unspeakable.

A person, eating, also needs to calculate how much rice to scoop.

A person who buys groceries does not know what to eat.

Alone, washing clothes touched the cold water, and his hands were frozen.

It's obviously shiny skin, but it's already frozen, and the pimples are dry.

The future of the fog is actually a sign written by Uncle Bai to himself, because Uncle Bai can't see any future.

I don't know how long I haven't worked, Uncle Bai doesn't know how long I've been old, although I want to change, I never act.

I don't know how many years, and the body is also taking revenge on Uncle Bai who doesn't cherish it.

My vision has started to blur, my heart occasionally tingles, and my back hurts for a few weeks. I had a cold for three weeks, and now I'm finally getting better. There will also be some pain in the cervical spine.

To be honest, Uncle Bai really didn't know how to write this story, and his brain was blank. The song only stimulates memories, and a few tears flow out of dry eyes.

Whew, it seems to be too much.

Well, while heavy,

But let's end it in one sentence.

Happy Birthday, Month!