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Shuji Tsushima neither likes nor dislikes rainy days.

but…

Whenever he heard the sound of rain falling, he was always extraordinarily peaceful.

It's just like……

A familiar movement deep in the soul.

So whenever it rains, he will open the window, listen to the sound of rain, feel the occasional cold raindrops falling in, and at the same time, listen to his own voice.

The sound of blood dripping.

From the low sound when it dripped on the floor at the beginning, to the sound of the blood dripping when a pool of blood has already accumulated.

are all different.

Like a slow, gradual lullaby.

In such a voice, Tsushima Shuji fell into sleep.

In the dream, he saw the memory of the past again.

A memory... that he had forgotten.

"Shouldn't you be thinking about cultivating me into a better tool?" The young boy asked blankly.

Don't care about calling yourself a tool.

"Why do you think so?" The man with black ribbons on his eyes looked down at him.

"This is the best solution." The boy said calmly.

"Of course not... Raising children is different from cultivating tools..." The man explained with a smile while thinking about his words.

"So Xiuzhi is different for you, and...you are perfect." The man said.

"I thought you'd find a tool to polish it..." said the boy.

"Should diamonds be polished with diamonds?" The man chuckled faintly.

"But... are diamonds the only and extremely precious thing in the world?" The man's tone was filled with sincere doubts.

It's Mr. Mori's words...

Diamonds should be polished with diamonds.

Shuji Tsushima watched all this standing outside the memory screen.

"This sentence...so familiar..." He looked at his young self with a blank expression.

"Sorry, I've said too much." The man knelt down and covered the boy's eyes with his hands.

Shuji Tsushima stood aside, watching his young self collapse softly and fall into a deep sleep.

And the man picked him up.

When passing by Shuji Tsushima, he smiled.

"Xiu Zhi, you are much more precious than diamonds."

"You are..." The man seemed to be speaking to the boy who was already asleep, and he seemed to be speaking to Shuji Tsushima beside him.

Then, the dream shattered.

Shuji Tsushima stood in a dark space, looked up, and the sky above was also pitch black, without any starlight.

"Ah... I remembered a little memory again." He sighed.

Sure enough, it was Mr. Mori's fault.

This sentence is really memorable.

But what did the adoptive father not finish saying...

ah…

Really.

Who on earth disturbed my sleep.

…

"Tsushima, Tsushima, wake up, Tsushima, cheer up—" Edogawa Conan kept shaking Shuji Tsushima.

Seeing that he couldn't wake him up no matter what, he gritted his teeth and turned around to run outside.

Call the police, get an ambulance.

"It's so annoying..." a weak voice sounded.

Edogawa Conan stopped in his tracks.

"Tsushima? You're awake, great, I thought you..." No way.

Edogawa Conan heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at the boy.

The other party sat up and lowered his head.

As he turned back and approached, the boy raised his head.

The cold eyes simply forgot him.

Almost instantly, Conan Edogawa smelled rust, or rather... a strong, nauseating **** smell.

It seemed that the whole body was soaked in blood, and the red liquid did not count as pouring into the nasal cavity.

Countless unknown and undecipherable information poured into his brain, and someone's whisper echoed in his mind.

He obviously couldn't bear it, his eyes were slack, and red liquid began to emerge from his ears, nose, and eyes.

He stood there in a daze, as if he had become a sculpture.

"Ah...it's Conan..." Shuji Tsushima blinked and said.

I still have to keep it for fun, but I can't just die like this.

So at that moment, countless messages and murmurs receded like a tide.

Edogawa Conan blinked.

"Tsushima...?" He looked at the boy stiffly.

"What's wrong with you? You suddenly became dazed." Shuji Tsushima asked with concern.

"I don't know..." Edogawa Conan lowered his head stiffly, and looked at his hands.

Why did he just...

Sudden start in a daze?

"Really... It's not a good thing to sneak into other people's room without saying a word, you were scared by me." Shuji Tsushima pressed the switch of the light on the side, and the room suddenly brightened.

The pool of blood on the ground was particularly obvious.

The bloodstains under Edogawa Conan's feet are also obvious.

But the face is clean.

"What do you want to come to me?" Shuji Tsushima got out of bed, and naturally found a roll of bandages from the suitcase.

Sitting aside, he tied another clean bandage on top of the blood-stained bandage.

Watching his movements, Edogawa Conan came back to his senses completely.

"I just want to ask what you are doing! Are you ... committing suicide?!" Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.

Although when he first met Tsushima, the other party had already shown suicidal tendencies.

I saw each other hang himself or jump into the river more than once.

but…

Such a wrist-cutting scene...

It was the first time Edogawa Conan saw it.

At this moment, his mind was full of lightning and thunder, and the boy's pale face.

"No, it's just too hot, let some blood cool down." Shuji Tsushima denied the suicide claim.

"I still want to live to destroy the organization, how could I commit suicide so easily?" He smiled, taking it for granted.

fraud.

Edogawa Conan shouted inwardly.

This fellow Tsushima... is clearly seeking death! !

"It's just a little bit of blood. I usually vomit so much every day. It's completely fine." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand to comfort the elementary school student.

"You haven't said why you came to me." The boy continued to ask.

"Just to see you." Edogawa Conan said.

He no longer wanted to ask Shuji Tsushima about his attitude towards the organization.

I also don't want to ask Shuji Tsushima if he can give up the idea of ​​joining the organization.

Shuji Tsushima is crazy, and has gone completely crazy.

Edogawa Conan lowered his eyes.

Shuji Tsushima's desire to die... also became stronger.

Obviously the Tsushima Shuji he saw at first...

According to Ayumi, he is a big brother with crying eyes.

He is a boy who will silently ask the world for help.

He is a young man who struggles in pain but still lives strong, and will show a child's expression because of some things.

instead of...

After slitting his wrists and committing suicide, he said lightly that he was just a calm and calm boy who wanted to bleed because of the hot weather.

In his eyes...

There is no longer a so-called cry for help.

It seemed as if he had completely closed his own world, not even opening a window to the outside world.

"Live on~lightnovelpub.net~ Conan Edogawa said to Shuji Tsushima.

In any case, even if the purpose is to destroy the organization...

Go on living, Tsushima.

"Of course, I will live until the day the organization is destroyed." The boy smiled.

"boom-"

A shot was heard throughout the hotel.

"What happened?!" Edogawa Conan suddenly looked back towards the door.

"Gunshots... Could it be that someone killed someone with a gun?" Shuji Tsushima also stood up, guessing.

The sound of footsteps could be heard in the corridor outside the house.

Apparently they also came after hearing the gunshots.

"Go and have a look." Shuji Tsushima stepped forward to open the door and came to the corridor.