Are you Chinese? This question seemed a little embarrassing, and the scene was a stagnant in an instant.

Because it is still the background of the 90s, although more than 30 years have passed since the end of that battle, some emotions still exist.

And the name of the Chinese is in the eyes of the Japanese, just like the name of the Japanese in the eyes of the Chinese, as soon as you hear it, you will know that it is Japanese.

"No, the eldest brother's name is Xia Qiu, right? Brother Xia Qiu? At this time, Conan ran and stood up, and said with a smile.

As a Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, if he can't even figure out the name of the other party, then he is really a failure. So he opened his mouth at every opportunity.

"Nope! It's just the last name of a good friend of mine, and since you're so interested, I'll tell you. My name is Xia Qiu, the summer of China! Autumn of autumn. ”

Xia Qiu retorted, although the voice was not loud, but it was so sonorous and powerful. The gaze that looked at Conan was also more serious than ever, and there was no joke.

Conan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Xia Qiu's reaction to be so big. That unquestionable tone, as if an inexplicable emotion was brewing in his heart, like a depressed volcano, as if he would explode directly if he dared to say half a sentence.

"Young man, thank you so much for saving my daughter." At this time, President Gu laughed, looked at the housekeeper on the side and said, "Aso, go get a million!" ”

"One...... One...... Million?!! ”

The Maori uncle, who heard this number, couldn't speak. Although it is yen, in this context of the nineties, a million is still worth a little money.

Although the millions of cash are a little more, because of the kidnapper's remuneration just now, 300 million yuan is here.

"No need." Xia Qiu suddenly refused: "If you save people because of the generous reward, then there will be no such people in this world." ”

The words fell, Xia Qiu turned around and left, he understood the other party's words, give you a million, you don't want to come in the future, and it has nothing to do with me.

However, he refused, because from the beginning, his goal was not this, he was short of money, but he was not willing to accept it in this form.

"Xia Qiujun, wait."

At this time, Xiaolan suddenly chased after him, although Xia Qiu's face did not change, but everyone could feel that he was not in a good mood. It's just that she has a question that she wants to ask everything.

"I'm sorry. Xia Qiujun, have you seen Shinichi? Xiaolan asked. In the end, she was still reassured, and the woman's intuition told her that Shinichi might really have an accident.

Hearing this, Xia Qiu stopped his figure, and after a slight pause for a second or two, a voice came.

"The person you want to see is real in front of your eyes. But if you really want to see him, you can only wait until a child gets drunk. Otherwise, they can only listen to each other with the help of butterflies. ”

Speaking of this, Xia Qiu suddenly turned around and said, looked at Maori Kogoro, and said, "Uncle Maori, I'll give you a prophecy too." When Sherlock Holmes disappears, then under the phantom, the sleeping detective rises. At that time, death and the case will stay with him until the child grows up. ”

After speaking, Xia Qiu's figure disappeared alone at the end of the street. And looking at the departing Xia Qiu, Xiaolan suddenly felt the loneliness of that back.

Next to him, Jingzi stretched out her hand to stop him, but was pulled by the person next to her, and shook her head inexplicably, signaling not to do that.

Uncle Maori blinked, and finally looked at the rich man's face and complained a few words, he didn't believe in any ghostly prophecy.

Only Conan is solemn, what the hell is going on? Could it be that there really is such an unpredictable prophet in this world? Because the prophecy before Xia Qiu has come true in him.

Now, this person has made two prophecies again, Xiaolan may not understand, but he understands it as soon as he hears it. It is like a mirror and the moon is real in front of your eyes. Doesn't that just say a lot about his current situation?

Also, when Sherlock Holmes disappears, isn't he the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era? But who is the drunk child? What is the butterfly's help?

It's a bit ridiculous to be able to recover if you're drunk, and it's as if his identity has been revealed in front of that person.

However, there are all kinds of indications that the man does not know his identity. And most importantly, is this man an associate of the Black Order, or is he just an ordinary prophet as he says?

However, no, there is no one in this world who can predict the prophet. Because science has proven that the so-called prophets of the unknown are just sticks.

However, just as he was about to make a decision, the detective's instinct told him that it was a wrong judgment.

In an instant, Xia Qiu's existence seemed to be shrouded in clouds, and the feeling of being there and nothing, if there were traces of nothingness, made him unable to judge.

To put it bluntly, if this kind of thing had been changed before, he would have chased it up and found it out a long time ago.

But now, even he didn't notice it, looking at the back of Xia Qiu leaving, there seemed to be an invisible trend in the dark, which suppressed the instinct of a detective like him.

On the other side, Xia Qiu walked alone on the street that was gradually late at night, as if he was in a foreign country, and there was no one around.

In the memory, he was originally a Chinese, and although he crossed and was reborn, his bloodline did not change, because he never wore a soul, but a real body crossing.

It's just that when you cross over, your body and soul also become babies. The only thing he didn't expect was that he landed on the land of Japan.

This may be nothing in the eyes of others, but it is not like this in Xia Qiu's heart. People born in the new era may not have too many unforgettable memories of history. After all, they didn't go through it.

However, for Xia Qiu, his spirit, everything was changed with the three TV series.

From the beginning of the diplomatic situation, to the next Begonia is still the same, and the last change of world, although there are many such TV series, but every picture in it is so unforgettable.

They are not romances, nor idols, but a group of great men who do not ask for anything in return, and selflessly contribute to the name and the country.

It was they who made the Chinese name stand up again in that era of great changes that had not been seen for thousands of years!

It is they who have made the Chinese nation rise again and stand on the top of the world's nations ever since!

………

Since then, when I saw the sunrise in the east and the national anthem was raised with the five-star red flag, Xia Qiu's heart was full of the pride that belonged to the Chinese nation.

Whenever he thinks of the ancestors of the nation who went forward and fought bloodily in that era, he couldn't help but cry when he was moved.

But, now, for most people, history is just history. Although Xia Qiu is also such a person, he was deeply moved. The spirit of the famous people of that era once made him proud of the world!

But now, he has been branded as a Japanese, a person who has been here since birth, and who will believe that he is a pure-blood Chinese?

No one will believe it, even if it is transmitted back to the world, it is just a joke.

Even if there was a system now that allowed him to change his identity, he didn't want to do it. Because he lived here in this life, and it was the people here who raised him before he could recall his memories.

Therefore, even if there is a special power to change his identity, Xia Qiu can't bear to hurt another person's heart. Even if you can change the will of others, you can't pass your own level in the end.

Because, in this life, he grew up here. If a human being is ungrateful, he is not as good as a beast.

Perhaps, if his crossing is like those Conan fandoms he has seen, all of them are souls worn into Japanese, and then even souls are assimilated into Japanese, then eighty percent of them will not have this trouble.

Scold...... Thinking of this, Xia Qiu couldn't help but laugh at herself. Compared to the guy who went undercover for three years, and then three years later, at least at the beginning, someone knew that person was a police officer.

But now, no one will believe that he is a pure-blood Chinese at all. From the beginning, he would only be identified as Japanese.

But even if that were the case, so what? Even if he is in a foreign country, even if he is in another world, no one knows, he is still a Chinese.

Thinking of this, Xia Qiu looked up at the sky. Perhaps, only when he is strong enough, strong enough for everyone to think that he disdains to be joking, can he stand on the world stage and shout the five words I am Chinese!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, thunder exploded, dark clouds filled the sky, and black clouds surged, obscuring the starry sky.

In the dark night, he couldn't see his fingers, and in the boundless darkness and silence, the rain was falling, as if to extinguish the glimmer of hope in Xia Qiu's heart, and kept dripping on his face.

However, he never lowered his head, still looked up at the sky, and under that firm gaze, there seemed to be a spirit that wanted to break through everything in this world.

"System, exchange me for a sudden death illness, and receive the object - the kidnapper just now!"

Xia Qiu said calmly. Letting people who should be alive die is itself a change of fate. Since the conscience in his heart made it impossible for him to do anything to that little girl, so... It's the same to kill the other one!

[Ding, the exchange is successful, the plot point is -1, the receiving object is dead, the plot is changed, the plot point is +3.] 】