The world is a circle.

There are many small circles in this big circle, and the world is wandering around the circle, and the occasional change is just from one circle to another.

Maybe this is the so-called routine?

Qingming doesn't want to follow the routine that others have walked, although he may not even want to take the road......

Did he walk seriously?

It doesn't matter.

Helping Mira wasn't something that had to be done on a whim, it wasn't just something that had to be done like taking care of Akane and Gray Plains.

Drinking three cups of Meng Po soup can help make a wish come true.

Looking back now, Qingming suddenly found that he didn't seem to remember why he had made such a rule.

Maybe there's no reason at all? Or maybe it's just an inconsequential reason?

God knows.

Anyway, after going out for a spin, he was back in the little coffee shop again.

Coffee shop, as always.

There is nothing special, Qingming will not let anything special happen here, what happens in this coffee shop is destined to be only as daily as boiled water.

Perhaps this kind of daily life is also indispensable? Just as one cannot live without water?

Possibly.

Qingming has no interest in studying what humans lack.

Gray Plains has been researching.

It's just that the research she did was about drugs, and the antidote seemed to have been making good progress, but overall, it didn't seem to have made much progress.

The devil knows when that guy Conan will be able to wait until the day when he gets back to the way he was.

The Heisei era is almost over, and this "Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era" can still only be a schoolboy doing things everywhere......

Well, it doesn't matter.

For Qingming, Mira and Akane are the same sisters.

But Gray Plains Mourning is a little different after all.

Qingming doesn't want to see her and bully her, if it's the same, then it's strange, after all, I haven't seen Qingming do this kind of thing to others, at most it's a prank or something.

So, why?

Although it is unbelievable to say, Qingqing himself doesn't seem to know why.

It's all the world's (Shichen's) fault anyway.

Let's not talk about that.

Time passed slowly, and it was a new day.

Didan High School, Year 2 Class B.

Qingming came here after a long absence, but the purpose was still not to take classes, but to play with Naoko Takei.

Although this "play" has always been a bit strange.

The same is true today.

Qingming did not disrupt the class, and the teacher did not care about them, everything was harmonious.

Midday.

in the classroom.

The two of them didn't go anywhere, they just sat facing each other and ate their lunches.

Qingming is not eating.

He just held his head with his hands and looked at Naoko Takei.

Compared to when I first met, it seems to have changed a lot.

But in general, there are no special changes, and she is still silent, like a three-no girl with no mouth and no heart.

It is only in the face of clarity that there will be changes.

But is that really good?

Sometimes, Qingming also thinks about such a question, although he does like Naoko Takei.

But that's about it.

Maybe it's time to put an end to what this inexplicable thing started.

And calm down and think about it, Azusa Enomoto won't talk about it, Naoko Takei and Ayako Suzuki are a little inexplicable.

So there's such a thing as feelings......

"It's a nuisance."

“？”

"No, nothing."

Shake your head.

looked at Naoko Takei, who was biting his chopsticks with a puzzled face, and stretched out his hand again, wanting to touch that cute face.

But halfway through the hand, he gave up.

Touch your nose.

If you really want to end, it's better not to do something that seems too intimate.

Well......

Well, if you really want to, it's obviously going to end soon, and you're good at manipulating people's memories.

I just don't know if I'm good at manipulating my own memories.

That's not to mention for now.

"Naoko......"

“？”

“……”

When the truth of constantly rejecting its chaos is clear.

But......

"Forget it."

Scratch your head.

After thinking about it, he spoke directly.

"I just want to tell you too, maybe, I'll be away for a while."

"Leave?"

"Leave neon, leave this world...... This country, go somewhere else. ”

"When?"

"It's not good, maybe soon, maybe it's a long time to go."

Qingming shook his head.

Dao art is not so easy to study thoroughly, even if you just want to use it, it is not such a simple thing, and for the sake of safety, you can't try it so quickly.

But that's not the point.

Naoko Takei is also very keenly aware of some problems.

"And ...... Coming back? ”

"Yes."

If you can come back.

However, this is a new experience, and you may never come back if you leave; Or maybe you won't be able to leave at all; There is also the possibility of some accident and death.

How, only time will tell.

But......

This may be regarded as a good goodbye, and it can be regarded as an ordinary thing done hard......

Probably.

But is that really good?

Naoko Takei lowered her head, her chopsticks stirring in the lunch box, and she didn't seem to have much appetite.

Perhaps, I really noticed something.

……

Afternoon.

in the coffee shop.

Qingming didn't read a book or play games, he just supported his head with his hands, looking listless.

Yawned.

"Ernie sauce, Ernie sauce."

Ayumi pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Ash Hara.

Recently, Ayumi and Ayumi have spent a lot more time together than they have with Kiyomi, and if it weren't for the fact that Ayumi was a real little girl, Kiyomi would have wondered if they had entered a new world.

But it's not good to say.,What if Gray Yuan Mourning wants to play and cultivate?!

No matter what, Ayumi is still very close to Qingming, and the first thing to do when she comes here is to climb into Qingming's arms, sit on his laps, and smile on her face.

I also found that Qingming's mental state was wrong.

"What's the matter, Ernie Sauce, Ernie Sauce, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"It's not."

Qingming shook his head.

Occasionally, it doesn't matter if you don't sleep, but if you don't sleep all the time, the accumulated fatigue is no joke, so you should have a good night's sleep.

But I don't want to sleep.

"Don't worry, it's okay, come, let's play the game."

"That'...... All right. ”

“……”

……

Qingming's life doesn't seem to have changed much.

Conan's life doesn't seem to have changed much, there are still countless cases, almost every day, Neon dies a group of people, and another group of people are arrested......

Well, the number of people on the street has not decreased.

There is no way, neon is a typical country with few people and many people, hundreds of millions of people are crowded in this small place of neon, and the population density is very high.

Let's not talk about that.

Conan has also had important things to do lately.

The rest of the cases are put aside for a while, and what he cares about now is Shui Wupian who is lying in the hospital, and there are many people looking for this woman.

And Shui Wuren has not woken up yet.

On the surface, it looks calm, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent.

FBI, organizations, and this time it also involves the CIA, and then next, it will also involve the neon public security, and maybe it will involve other organizations, and this scale of secret fighting may be comparable to spy warfare in wartime.

Intelligence is the most important thing.

Compared with those in the FBI, Conan also has his own advantages, and there are some things that even the FBI may not know.

In addition, another advantage of Conan is Qingming.

Although Qingming won't help him with anything, he will occasionally provide some information.

So this time, Conan came to find Qingming again.