The next day.

A lot happened last night, and there was a guy peeping out of the window.

Kogoro Mori decided not to sleep and kept the score.

But in the end I fell asleep.

I woke up at noon the next day, and the police had already arrived.

Moon Shadow Island is still under the jurisdiction of Tokyo, so the police who came over are also acquaintances, the Metropolitan Police Department's Twilight Thirteen Police Department, Mori Kogoro's original superior.

Before that, Qingming and him didn't have much intersection, and they hadn't even met.

But in the end, there was still not much talk, just an introduction, and they were busy with each other's own affairs.

Naturally, the Twilight Police Department is busy investigating the case, which is his duty.

Qingming didn't continue to read, but packed up his things and put them all in his backpack.

"I'll go outside for a walk."

After saying a word to Xiaolan, he left with his backpack.

No one paid much attention to his affairs.

Asai Narumi didn't care even more, her attention was now focused on her own affairs.

Honestly, killing people is not a good thing.

But there are some things, once you start, you can't stop.

Perhaps she was going to end it all from the beginning.

After all, I know a little bit about Chinese culture, and I probably know the phrase "when is the time for retribution".

In fact, this is not a sentence to persuade people to give up revenge, but just a sentiment.

At least that's what Qingming thinks.

So he didn't try to persuade Asai Narumi to give up, and he didn't plan to help her.

She didn't need anyone's help.

Who would want to ask someone else to help them if they can do it themselves?

What's more, it's still such a thing as murder.

Killing people is not a good thing.

It's just that sometimes, you can't kill it.

……

Qingming didn't think much about it.

Carrying a backpack on his back, he walked alone on the road of the island, and he didn't meet many people.

Even if you meet, you won't get up and chat, Qingming is not the kind of person who likes to chat.

Or rather, it's like this.

The 90s may have been a good time for otaku.

The rise of otaku culture has given a new definition to "otaku".

The prosperity of the Internet has completely changed the house.

Through the Internet, thousands of otaku can be connected together and form a new circle at the same time: the second dimension.

Qingming is also a house.

Maybe the Taoist priests are all home?

After all, I hid in the Taoist temple all day long, studying the Taoist scriptures, making talisman alchemy, retreating and cultivating, or something.

The coffee shop is the Taoist temple of Qingming, and he always stays in the coffee shop.

Hanging out outside after a long time is not the same feeling as usual.

"Maybe it's a good idea to walk around a lot and travel or something."

He thought so.

With the advent of a new era, "otaku" is not just for people who often shrink at home, but also for people who have become part of the two-dimensional culture.

The second dimension doesn't just refer to those who stay at home.

But no matter what time it is, the world seems to have a unique prejudice against the house.

Qingming didn't know if anyone would be prejudiced against him, anyway, he himself wouldn't care about those things.

Learn from the good boy Akalin, lower your presence, stay away from the scene of the crime, and do what you are interested in.

This is Qingming's current attitude.

……

Life is fragile.

Many people understand this truth, so they cherish their lives.

but he does not care about the lives of others.

For example, the first few people forced Keiji Aso to death.

And now, Keiji Aso's children will kill the original people one by one.

Fate is sometimes a funny thing.

Narumi Asai doesn't know what her fate will be, but she personally brings the fate of several people to an end.

There is no joy, there is no sadness, there is only confusion, and ...... Lose.

Even if you kill a few enemies, what can you do?

Nothing has changed except for a few fewer people in the world.

Not only did they fail to change anything, but they also faced jail time.

Detectives and police seem to be getting closer to the truth.

This made Asai Narumi a little confused.

What's next? Surrender willingly?

No, that makes no sense.

Perhaps, it's time to go home.

In this world, she no longer has a home, but in the world of the dead, there is her family.

Only where there is a family can it be called home.

"yes, it's time to go back."

Narumi Asai made a decision.

While Conan was reasoning through the mouth of Mori Kogoro, she quietly left the village office when no one noticed.

The police outside didn't stop her, because no one knew she was the murderer until the mystery was revealed.

I left smoothly and arrived at the public hall very smoothly.

It also went smoothly to the piano room.

It was a piano donated by her father.

Gently stroked, it seems to travel through time and space, reminding me of my childhood.

How happy it was then.

It's a pity that now, there is no going back.

Set off a fire, sit down, and start playing.

Her parents died in the flames, and now, she will die in the flames.

Perhaps this was the end she was destined for.

……

By the time Conan and the others find out that Narumi Asai has disappeared, it's too late.

The public hall was already shrouded in fire, and no one dared to approach it easily.

Except for Conan.

Ran in with a pile of sheet music, and was thrown out of the window.

In the midst of the flames, the sound of the piano wafted.

At this moment, Asai Narumi is smiling.

Qingming didn't laugh.

He was also in the public hall and witnessed everything.

He came here in the evening, and there was no one here but himself.

In an inconspicuous corner, looking through the books, no one noticed him.

The Akarin attribute is not just talking.

But now, he had to stand up for himself.

Otherwise, there is no chance.

Carrying a backpack with a kettle in his hand and coffee in it.

Meng Po soup from Naihe Bridge Coffee Shop.

Suddenly discovering Qingming, which made Asai Narumi a little shocked.

But when he looked at the surging flames around him, he could only shake his head helplessly.

"Looks like I've got innocent people involved!"

"No, it's just me here myself."

Qingming shook his head.

There was no expression of pain due to the burning heat, not even sweating, calm and calm.

On the other hand, it is not so easy.

Sweating profusely, his hair was curled up, and his clothes seemed to be on fire.

But as Qingming approached, everything changed.

Looking at Asai Narumi with a painful expression on his face, Qingming just hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.

At the same time, he handed the kettle in his hand to her.

"Do you want coffee?"

"Meng Po soup?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

She replied.

Take the kettle, don't need to pour it out, open the spout of the kettle, and pour it directly with your head up.

This time, I didn't feel unpleasant.

The taste is still the same, but it seems to have become different.

After several large sips, he stopped.

The dark green coffee, which spilled a lot, was handed to the ground.

Soon it was evaporated again.

After taking a few breaths, he handed the kettle to Qingming again.

"I seem to understand why this coffee is called Meng Po soup."

"Why?"

"If you can drink this, it doesn't matter what happens, and it's over."

Asai smiled.

Lean down and lie on the piano.

The blazing piano roasted by the fire instantly blistered her face.

But she didn't care anymore.

I'm not afraid of death, but what are you afraid of?

Close your eyes and wait for death.

"I'm sorry I got you involved."

At this time, there is no escape.

But Qingming, he didn't care.

"Meng Po soup is the end, but Meng Po soup is also the beginning."