During the Qingming season, it rains a lot.

Rain, it seems that it has become a routine to rain in Qingming, cold and endless, dripping on the body without the breath of spring, leaving only a bleak cold, through the bones.

Click, Matsuda holds an umbrella and listens to the sound of the rain hitting. Looking back, the neatly arranged tombstones reach the end of the eye, and there seems to be no end. yes, who can see the end of death?

"Why did you ask me to come here?" Matsuda's tone was low and powerful, but he had lost the ease and cheerfulness he usually had.

"Because, I think you'll be in a better mood if you come here today to take a look. Sato stood up, and the flowers in front of the tombstone were quickly wet with the rain.

"That's it. Matsuda nodded: "Now, who is he?" Pointing to the name of Kenji Hagiwara on the tombstone, have you seen it anywhere?

"He's your best friend. Sato had a deeper understanding of Matsuda's inconsistency: "Isn't it because of him that you left the mobile team?"

"Ahh Matsuda remembered this dead ghost colleague: "I'm just, a little, a little depressed, and it makes me uncomfortable to stand here." It felt like a big rock pressing down on my heart, and I was dull and breathless. ”

"Don't want to come?" Sato looked back: "Your heart is too soft, but today the dead are the greatest." You're going to have to take a look. ”

"Qingming Festival?" Matsuda glanced at him: "Qingming Festival is a day to worship ancestors, isn't it." ”

"Really?" Sato laughed, "But, all I know is your friend." "Matsuda, I don't know any of your parents and your relatives.

"Don't laugh, isn't there still a mountain?" Matsuda avoided the topic. I don't even know Matsuda's relatives.

"Yamanbe isn't lying here alone like him. Sato's eyes darkened. Don't want to say it?

"Now, Sato, let's come together this time next year. Matsuda stared at the name Kenji Hagiwara. For Sato's sake, I'll come to see you often. But if you know underground that I took everything from your good friend, then you can also climb out and get revenge.

"Sato, Sato?" Matsuda didn't get an answer, and looked at Sato suspiciously. What!?here is!?

Sato's figure has disappeared, the grave has disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, Matsuda has gone from the cemetery to the bustling street.

Looking at the surging crowd, Matsuda forced himself to suppress the horror, quietly searching for suspicious places in the crowd, and did not let go of any clues.

Where the hell is this? How did I end up here?

"Are you still surprised? Of course, of course you will be surprised, but Matsuda, do you have no memory of this place?" a voice remembered from behind Matsuda.

"Is that you?" Matsuda turned around and saw the long-haired man standing behind him, his expression became solemn: "You, who are you?

"You're not even remembering me?" the man excited.

"Why do I want to remember you, just because you look like Hagiwara?" Of course Matsuda didn't know Kenji Hagiwara, when he was reborn, Hagiwara had been dead for three years, and the two of them could be said to have no intersection point.

However, anyone who stands in front of a person's tombstone for a long time will also have an impression of the photo above. The reason why Matsuda used the question sentence was because he deliberately avoided the idea in his heart that made the hair stand on end. The streets, the crowd, and the man who accosted him, everything made Matsuda not want to think about the idea of approaching the truth.

"Matsuda, I'm Hagiwara, Kenji Hagiwara. The man smiled happily when he heard Matsuda mention the name Hagiwara: "It's hard for you to accept, but I'm Hagiwara." Now, I need your help to help me fulfill my heart's desire. You're going to help me, aren't you? ”

Well, I'll admit, there's nothing good going on in the crossing, and that's hell right now. Matsuda stretched out his palm and motioned for Hagiwara to stop, leaving himself some time to accept the fact before he said, "Of course, of course I will help you." ”

Damn, if I don't help you, how can I return to the normal world.

"Great, Matsuda. But don't you really have an impression of this place?" Hagiwara was happy and then puzzled.

"I don't want to mention the previous things anymore, Hagiwara, let's go straight to the plot. Matsuda had a headache when he heard that Ogiwara had a desire to reminisce.

"Okay" Hagiwara was about to speak, when an explosion came from the shop across the street.

"That's it, Matsuda, this explosion, please be sure to find the murderer. Ogiwara said: "This is the first incident we missed, although someone helped me deduce the truth, but I still believe in you more, Matsuda, please tell me, please, be sure to tell me the truth." ”

"What we went through together?" Matsuda pouted, "I didn't have a problem at the time, how can there be a way now." ”

"You're going to have a way, and you're going to have to figure it out, and you can't lose to him. Matsuda, you must not lose to him!" Hagiwara glanced at Matsuda meaningfully.

"He, who is he?" Matsuda grabbed No. Moto's arm, "Hagiwara, tell me, who is he?"

"Ah~~~ What are you doing! hooligan!" Matsuda replied not by Hagiwara, but by a shrill female voice, and then a handbag hit her head.

In the blink of an eye, the Hagiwara in front of him had turned into a passing woman, and Matsuda immediately let go and spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! ”

I must win? Who will win? Matsuda climbed over the guardrail and walked to the storefront where it exploded.

Speaking of which, how could the bombing have anything to do with Kenji Hagiwara's first miss? As a bomb disposal officer of the mobile team, the only result of failure is to be blown up into the sky. Where there is a first and second time.

But are the police so slow to respond? No one has come to cordon off the scene now. Just when Matsuda was complaining about the efficiency of the Metropolitan Police Department, a little ghost with glasses came out of the crowd, without any sense of protecting the scene, uh, no, he walked into the scene of the explosion without fear.

Conan Matsuda's eyes narrowed, and he also walked towards the scene.

"The source of the explosion is supposed to be the location of the counter of this shop, where the damage was most severe, and no casualties have been found so far. Incredibly, there were no casualties in the explosion of the storefront in the downtown area, and only a few people on the side of the road were shocked. It's hard to believe, isn't it? The imp who was suspected of being Conan was talking to himself while scouting the scene.

Hmm, Sherlock Holmes Matsuda's approaching footsteps stopped. It's strange that people have a habit of self-talk, and it doesn't seem to be Conan. Although they look the same, they lack Conan, no, it's the kind of flamboyance and confidence of Kudo Shinichi.

"It's obviously a good time to do business, why don't there be any people in the store?" the glasses ghost poured out the doubts in his heart, as if he wanted to get someone's answer.

"Because it's closed. Matsuda stood behind the imp: "Didn't you notice? There is a sign that is closed under the shards of glass at the door. You still stepped on it when you came in. ”

"Who?" the little ghost turned back in surprise, but when he heard Matsuda say this, his face turned red: "My name is Conan Edogawa, and I am a detective. Of course, there's still a lot to learn. ”

Edogawa Conan Matsuda suppressed the turbulent waves rolling in his heart, and pretended to be casual on the surface: "Yes, detective boy, don't run around next time, it will destroy the scene." "How is it possible, Matsuda still has Hagiwara's first failed incident, then it must have been three years ago, at that time, Kudo Shinichi was probably still an elementary school student, how could it be that he became Conan?

"What about you!" the self-proclaimed Conan imp replied unconvinced, "You didn't come in the same way." ”

"Me?" Matsuda chuckled, "It's my job, work, you know?"

"Are you also a detective?" Hearing Matsuda's words, Conan suddenly became interested.

"Detective, the incompetence of the police is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Matsuda spread his hands: "I'm not a detective, but a policeman." ”

"Police?" Conan looked at Matsuda carefully, looked at the somewhat familiar face, and suddenly shouted out in a lost voice: "You are Matsuda Jinpei!"

Hmm? Do you still know me? Is it really Conan's little ghost? Concussion? Matsuda kept speculating in his heart.

"Aren't you dead, in the events of three years ago!" Conan continued.

Hmmm? I know Matsuda Jinpei, and I know the news of my death three years ago? Could it be that Conan lived through the 30 million hostage incident? But no, when did Kudo Shinichi have a problem talking to himself?

"Hey, three years ago? Which one are you talking about three years ago?" Matsuda snorted, pretending to be dissatisfied. Then carefully observe the slightest change in the expression on Conan's face.

"Not dead yet?" Conan looked surprised. Could it be that he has crossed over again? to the world of detectives three years ago? Otherwise, he would not have met Matsuda Jinhei here.

"Little ghost, what kind of tone do you have, am I so damned?" Matsuda was even more dissatisfied on his face, but at the same time, the doubts in his heart became even heavier.

"No, no, no. Conan hurriedly explained.

"You don't have to explain anything, there's only one thing you have to do now, and that's walk away. Do not enter the scene to disrupt the investigation. Matsuda deliberately grabbed Conan's collar and threw it out.

"I didn't disturb the scene, I'll help you investigate!" Conan said loudly as he sat on the ground with his smashed ass and didn't get up yet.

"Investigate, it's you, little ghost, now is not the time to play a detective game. Matsuda said contemptuously.

"I'm the apprentice of Detective Mori Kogoro, so I'm sure I can help you. Conan stood up and said loudly.

"Mori Kogoro?" Matsuda wasn't sure if the Mori in the world he was in now was famous, but according to Hagiwara's calculations, he should have left the Metropolitan Police Department for a few years. But the calculation error will be revealed, so he slyly kept watching the crowd in the background behind Ke: "You go and ask them, who knows the famous detective Mori Kogoro." ”

PS: It's back, the exile is over, and it's time to resume the update. I'm ashamed to say that it was a big chapter today, but I don't have a clue about the original case, so I can only make do with it like this, and I fell asleep halfway, and I didn't rush out until now. I'll try to take care of it in the next few days.,Extras and daily updates at the same time.,After all, it's the first extra.,You have to work hard.。 After the last, he and Yuan Fang's gambling fight admitted defeat.