1996, 03/04, Lunar Day.

At the beginning of March, Tokyo has not yet shaken off the tail of winter, and the pedestrians on the road are still wrapped in heavy down jackets, and they are afraid of the cold and wrap themselves like a cute polar bear.

Of course, there are also female warriors in short skirts, who obviously choose to give up their temperature and turn into the arms of grace.

As the bell rang for the last class in the afternoon, Akemi Miyano, who was in her third year at Kabido High School, refused her friend's invitation to go to a dessert shop after school and ran out of the school with a brisk pace.

She still had a pink letter in her hand, and those who didn't know would think it was a love letter from whom, but on the back of the envelope there were five beautiful fonts that read: Miyano Shibo.

On the first day of the month, Akemi Miyano looks forward to the end of school, and she has been separated from her sister for nearly five years since Shiho went to the United States to study at the request of the organization.

So what she looks forward to the most every month is to mail a letter to Shiho, her favorite sister and the only relative in this world. Even though they are far away now, they both firmly believe that they will meet in the future, and they will leave the huge organization shrouded in black hand in hand.

However, just as Akemi Miyano passed by a mansion with high walls, the weather forecast clearly said that there was no wind today, but suddenly a gust of wind swept up, and the pink letter in her hand floated high and drifted towards the wall.

"Oops!"

She hurriedly stretched out her hand and tried to grab the letter, but she couldn't catch up with the speed of the wind, and no matter how she jumped at a height of one meter six, she couldn't reach the letter two meters away from her height. I had to watch it float into the mansion while a crisp sound sounded in my ears - such a special sound, I had never heard it before.

Akemi Miyano stood at the door and looked around, and found that the door number was actually blank, and the surname was not written. And there is no doorbell installed, as if outsiders are not welcome to visit.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

I don't know if it's because her voice isn't loud enough, or if there's no one in there at all, so there's no response.

Akemi Miyano frowned and became distressed, her letter had not been broken for five years, and if she didn't send it out suddenly, Shiho would definitely be worried about her safety, and she had to find a way to get in the door.

She raised her voice again and shouted inside, and when she was sure that no one responded, she trotted under the high wall next to her, determined to use her skills as a child to climb a tree and try to climb over the wall, which was extremely high for her.

For the cutest Shiho, it is also worth occasionally letting go of the lady's dignity.

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In the archery hall built by the mansion, a black-haired young man wearing a pure white archery uniform was standing. At this moment, he had entered the realm of no distractions, and naturally blocked all the noisy sounds around him.

After winding the arrow, hold the bow with one hand and pull the string with the other, pull the bow and arrow to the level of your eye, and aim the arrow at the bull's-eye.

As the arrow shot out quickly, a blue light flashed in the ultramarine eyes that no one else could detect, accompanied by a gust of wind, which swept through and caused the arrow to deviate to the left of the area outside the target.

The black-haired young man in the bow suit frowned slightly, he naturally would not be satisfied with the result of his archery.

His name is Fujiwara Yoshi, and he has the ability to manipulate the wind to accomplish things, but he has no way to directly cause damage to living or dead things.

The reason why he was able to get this ability was because on October 31 last year, he suddenly had a very real dream. The goddess of time and space in her dreams, Arya Dona, told him that he had died once, and that it was today.

In his previous life, he was a doctor with the ability to go back to the time of a dying person, which was a very valuable ability for him to have a superb medical skill. But in the end, under the leak of the betrayer, he was surrounded and suppressed by the enemy army, and would rather die than give in.

When he first got the memories of his past life, Fujiwara Yu couldn't accept the truth, and went to a psychiatric hospital alone, for fear that he had a mental illness such as paranoia.

But after his memories gradually became clearer and he was able to control the wind, he realized that all this was a real thing, and it was not his precious head that was wrong.

- "If you want to get permanent residence in this world, you have to find the key to open the world, and for the sake of your face as a good person in your previous life, I will give you a little hint." The world you live in now is called "Detective Conan", and the original protagonist is a Japanese named Edogawa Conan~"

- "Then I'm looking forward to your performance next, Fuji, Hara, and Jun." ”

Fujiwara Yu said that he was not looking forward to it at all, because every 31st day after October 31 last year, he used the Internet to search for a guy named Conan Edogawa. But here's the problem, he dug 300 feet and refreshed the Netscape Navigator browser 800 times, but he couldn't find a Japanese named Edogawa Conan, not even a Japanese named Conan!

So he felt very speechless, and even felt that Arya Dona was lying to himself, but last month he successfully connected with her again, and it turned out that she was telling the truth, and the hero of this world was indeed Edogawa Conan, but he just couldn't find it.

Fujiwara Yo shook his head slowly, at this stage, it was the right thing to fully control the ability of the wind. Anyway, Arya Dona didn't give herself a time limit for the task, just with the speed of technological development in this parallel world, and the era when the Internet was not popular, it was a bit difficult to find someone.

He suddenly remembered the question he had asked Aryadona in his dream, why didn't he return to his life with his memories? Why do you lose the ability of your past life? Here's what she replied: You have made me three wishes, and they are all your own requests.

“…… So what did I wish, my original ability was so good, if I used it in this era of peace, I am afraid that I would become a genius doctor who can overcome any disease. ”

Fujiwara couldn't help but feel sorry for his lost abilities, but he also recalled the bits and pieces of his past life, the wounded who were still waiting for him to return to heal, and the ordinary people who looked forward to returning to the era of peace.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, put down the longbow in his hand, and looked at the clear blue sky with a melancholy look. Now, even looking at a piece of the sky, it's a wish that is too extravagant to fulfill.

I hope that the war in that world will end soon, and they can go home safely and live an ordinary and happy life.

Fujiwara Yo took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, quickly gathered his mind, and focused his bow again. Only with constant practice can it be possible to fully control this extraordinary ability.

Put aside distracting thoughts as much as possible, the way of archery is not about whether you are in the middle or not, but whether the mind is right or not.

Boom!

The arrow flew out again, but this time it was no longer a violent wind, it was a breeze that was insignificant and not as low as the hair dryer, and I didn't know how many hairs this breeze could blow on my face, maybe it would be difficult to get a single one.

Fujiwara did not give up on training because of this, and continued to open his bow and arrows to shoot the seventy-ninth arrow of the day.

But just as he was about to let go, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a long, straight-haired girl wearing a high school uniform suddenly appeared on the high wall in front of him.

Why would anyone be in that kind of place?