After seeing off the Kudo and his wife, the old and young people who walked back to the house looked worriedly towards the basement.

Dr. Agasa winked at Conan, who bit the bullet and opened the door, but it was not surprising that the door was locked from the inside.

"What did Chen Xing tell her just now?" Conan grabbed his hair, puzzled.

But immediately, he thought of something, "Wait, Chen Xing suddenly came over. Since it wasn't for me and you, did you just want to do it specifically for Huiyuan? Doctor, when did Huiyuan take the antidote?"

On one hand, Ai Haibara, who was in a clear mood, on the other hand, Conan, who was asking the bottom line, and Dr. Agasa was also one of the top two. How could he know about this kind of question?

"I've been thinking about the reporters at the door before..." He scratched his head embarrassedly.

As soon as Conan's shoulder collapsed, Shiba Miyano actually returned to his original appearance. Did he know that Chen Xing was coming? What was wrong with them? He was a little nervous for a while. This unrelieved desire for knowledge was really tormenting.

Afterwards, one of them paced back and forth in distress and confusion, staring at the basement door from time to time as if he was about to force the lock; the other one was dizzy when he turned around, so he simply escaped to the bathroom.

At the same time, in the basement, the lights are bright and dark.

The antidote had not yet passed, and Shiho Miyano held his knees and sat on the chair. She used to sit on a somewhat large chair, but now she is just curled up.

She unconsciously turned the switch of the desk lamp, her eyes blinked very low, staring at the dark corner where even the light could not be shined in, just like her and that person's past and present.

Her heart seemed to be completely empty, only a virtual shell was left.

Actually, thinking about it, his attitude was clear from the beginning, and the only one who was really ambiguous was himself. What’s ridiculous is that when he had doubts, he still hoped that he told him that she was wrong.

But he is such a ruthless person, saying things to protect, and even he can be heart-wrenching for you, but in fact? Just as he said himself, this is what he owes.

But why does my heart still hurt when I think of him? Shiba Miyano held his hand and pounded his chest hard, feeling that when the figure of that person appeared in his mind, he was so bored.

She wanted to forget and wanted to peel the other person out of her memory, but she couldn't do it. Instead, he usually smiled at himself and indulged himself.

So when she made clear her feelings, her guilt, despise herself, and hatred for her. She was no longer depressed, and she finally cried out and cried like a heart-wrenching cry, as if drowned in the deep sea. At this time, no one could comfort her, hold her in her arms or touch her head, and tell her that everything would pass, sadness was temporary, and there were more worthy of anticipation and better things.

But no, in her heart, it is no longer there.

When the pain began to spread throughout her body, Shiba Miyano realized that it was time for the medicine to work. She forced herself to do it on the chair, but her long-term curling and weak mental state made her hands and feet a little out of control.

The pain quickly swept her across her. Not only her body was numb, but also her strange and peaceful heart. At this moment, Shiba Miyao suddenly felt that it was good to die like this. She died silently in the dark basement. She had escaped from imprisonment and eventually died in the imprisonment. Yes, isn't this place a prison she built herself?

This is her fate.

And when she thought so, the pain seemed to disappear, and everything in front of her began to blur. Is the desk lamp turned on or off in the end? Miyano Shibao slowly closed his eyes, and she no longer wanted to know.

Sister, I'm so tired.

...

"Haihara classmate?"

"Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai?"

Some familiar voices, who is talking?

She didn't want to wake up, but she clearly had heavy eyelids, but she opened her eyes and woke up.

The warm whiteness came into view, which was the sunlight passing through the curtains and landing on the desk.

A gentle breeze blows outside the window, and the naughty hair lingers in front of the forehead.

Here... it seems to be a classroom? Haibara Ai was stunned, and a few familiar and unfamiliar figures appeared in front of him, blocking the not-hot sunshine.

"You..." She stared blankly at the three people in front of her.

Ai Mizuki, who has short hair and fresh and lovely hair; Mitsuhiko, who still has freckles and her hairstyle remains unchanged; Yuanta, who has become much stronger. She is obviously the mold of the three little ones, but she has changed a lot, and she is a little uncertain.

"It's because Xiao Ai that we woke you up because you slept for too long." Azumi said embarrassedly.

"Akai?" Haibara Ai whispered softly.

"Eh?" Azumi lowered her head, "Is it cold after taking a nap?"

Yuan Tai quickly closed the window.

Next, through the three little ones chattering as always, Ai Haibara accepted the fact that she woke up ten years later. In fact, there was nothing to accept. Her heart was like cold embers, but the incredible and perhaps novel world at the moment made her ripples.

Whether it is a dream or a glimpse of a person before his death, even if it is just a imagination, Haibara Ai suddenly wants to know what it will look like in ten years.

"Where is him?" she whispered.

"What?" Azumi didn't hear it clearly.

"Chen Xing, where is Chen Xing?" Haibara Ai heard what he was saying and the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

It is said that when a person is in an unknown environment or alone, the person he thinks about is the object he cares about the most and depends on. There is a voice in his heart that made her deny it, but she doesn't want to deny it because it is right. She cares about her dearness and even if it is hatred, she must be able to see him with her own eyes.

He would have a bad life, but he must live so that he could take revenge when she grew up. In fact, she has grown up now, so she wants to find him. She told herself in her heart.

Perhaps because Haibara Ai's eyes were too eager, and his emotions were so circulating, Arimi said weakly: "He must be in the temple."

"Temple?" Ai Haibara's eyes moved.

The three little ones said something, but Haibara Ai could no longer hear it clearly, and her mind buzzed, temple?

Come out from there, and now you go back? How can he? Haibara Ai stood up suddenly and ran out in the surprised and puzzled expressions of Arimi and the other two.

"Xiao Ai!" Ai shouted, but only the corner of the skirt that disappeared behind the door that slammed.

...

The temple where Chen Xing is in is easy to find.

Ai Haibara had no time to see the ever-changing changes ten years later. For her, the street scenes and changes have always been the same. What is the world like? It is not colorful when you can't see that person.

It was the temple ten years ago, with mottled stone steps and moss on the shade. It was obviously not big or gorgeous, but people who came to worship incense were much more surprised, probably because they became famous in an unknown time.

Haibara Ai followed the pilgrims up the steps, listening to them chatting and talking about family matters, but after passing the temple gate, everyone would talk about the ascetic monk in the temple. Others' evaluations were inevitably biased. She only remembered that some people said that he just lived here and was not a monk.

It was not until she followed the crowd to the merit box that she came to her senses. She subconsciously turned her pockets, but she couldn't find a coin. Even if she never believed in these things, she couldn't help but look hot at this time, as if because someone was there, she felt that a little mistake was magnified countless times and would be seen by him.

Until she heard the sound of several coins falling, it was crisp and it seemed to fall into her heart.

Haibara's eyelashes trembled and raised his eyes.

It was in the corridor, with wind chimes hitting the corners, curtains undulating, figures in black and white kimono leaning over slightly, coins falling from his fingers like sand.

His eyebrows and eyes were as old as before, but they were much clearer, and the long black hair that drooped his shoulders attracted even more attention. Haibara Ai suddenly thought of the photos they took in front of a machine that was said to be able to know what he looked like ten years later. It turned out that the two were destined to meet at that time.

The breeze blew, and the cherry blossoms in the yard fell like snow. She suddenly choked up and looked at the figure ahead, unable to speak a word.

After a while, I looked up with my eyes calm, without any sorrow or joy.

The two looked at each other, and Ai Haibara felt that although they met again ten years later, they might not have even been overnight for him, but shouldn't the other party say something? Long time no see, don't you come and be fine? Are they now in a relationship that they can't even talk to him?

There will be more words back and forth in the instant silence than when decorated.

She clenched her fists.

"Why are you here?" Chen Xing asked.

It is no longer the clear voice of her youth, but it is like the low voice after the years have settled, like the alienation and indifference of her speaking partner.

"Can't I come?" Haibara Ai spoke, his voice hoarse as he didn't even expect.

The person opposite was silent.

"How are you doing?" Haibara Ai asked.

His eyes were a little gray, like the mist on a rainy day, and even when the sun was shining, he could not see the brilliance of the past. So she thought to herself that the other party should have a bad life. It was strange that when she saw that the other party was not doing well, she suddenly seemed to introduce sweet spring water.

"It's okay." Chen Xing said.

Ai Haibara suddenly felt a little relieved, that is, he would not change. Even when he felt great guilt, he would only hide alone. When someone gave him a little care, he would wrap himself up like a hedgehog, and he was obviously weak and wanted to show off. He could shelter others from the wind and rain, but when it was involved in his own affairs, he would run away.

The thousands of words that originally came to see him were left with silence, even though the world was just false.

Shiho Miyano lowered his head and tied his hair. At this moment, she realized and confirmed that the waves of love had become their shackles.

"Just be fine." She pursed her lips, her eyes shattered, and said softly, "Then I'll leave."

She did not wait for Chen Xing to respond, nor did she look at him again, but turned around and walked towards the road she came. At first, her hands were still ahead, but later she carried her back behind her and her steps slowly became lighter. She thought the bluestone road would be very long, but in the rolling cherry blossoms, the road would soon end.

Her back gradually disappeared under the stone steps in front of the temple, towards the sun far away.

...

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It is also a kind of self-righteous cruelty to persuade people to reconcile with the past as if nothing had happened. It is very wonderful. Even though they are not soft-hearted to themselves, they can be willing to let others go.
Chapter completed!