"Charlotte, you seem to have lived a very relaxed life recently!" Lying on the recliner at the doctor's house, Conan bit the cake in his hand, enjoying the warm sunshine and the deliciousness of afternoon tea and refreshments.

"Yes," Akayu held a cup of coffee and slowly savored the strong fragrance in the bitterness. "I've done that. Which one do you want to listen to first for good news or bad news?"

"Okay!" Conan said lazily, "not to destroy my good mood."

"The good news is that the 50 million has already asked me to file that account."

"That's really good news!" Conan was surprised, "Fifty million!"

"USD."

"American...US dollars?" Conan looked at Asaha in amazement.

"Wipe your saliva." Shanyu handed him a piece of toilet paper, "But you won't want to ask for this money for a while. I don't dare to transfer more than one million yen at a time." Looking at Conan's speechless look, Shanyu shrugged.

"That's great, at least that amount of money is in your hands now!" Conan was still excited, and then suddenly came to his senses: "Hmm? What's the bad news you said?"

"Bad news..." Asayu was still calm, "It's probably because the organization has begun to capture Miyamoto Charlotte crazy!"

"What! Then you..." Conan was shocked and looked at Asaha worriedly.

"What do you think of me?" Asayu rolled his eyes, "They were looking for Miyamoto Charlotte. What do you think of me? I'm not Miyamoto Charlotte."

“…”

"I've said it a long time ago, my name is Qian Yu Feng." Qian Yu smiled, "I'm just an ordinary elementary school student!"

"Damn..." Looking at Asaha who imitated her appearance, Conan couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and the refreshment in his hand made a crackling sound.

...

"Have you heard it? Rumors of walking armor in the medieval art gallery?" In the afternoon, Koran said to Conan and Kogoro Mouri.

"Tsk, this kind of thing is just a way for art museums to deceive customers." Kogoro Mouri said disdainfully.

Haha, hehe, this kind of thing can't be true no matter how you look at it! Conan's mouth twitched, and then he continued to lower his head and ignore Xiaolan.

"It seems very interesting! Let's go and have a look!" Xiaolan said enthusiastically.

"If you want to go, I still have a job." Kogoro Mouri said boredly, and Conan also looked like he lacked interest.

Xiaolan punched the iron table and knocked it down, "You want to go too, huh? Conan?" The threatening intention was clear.

"...Look, it looks very interesting!" Conan looked at the collapsed tabletop, and a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped down his face.

"So, you brought me together?" Kumao, who was yawning, looked at Conan with a bad expression.

"Ah, it's not good to sleep in broad daylight, isn't it?" Conan called out.

Qianyu rubbed her head and had a headache. To be honest, he really didn't want to come. Although he didn't remember the plot of reasoning, there would definitely be a murder incident here today. The murderer was still the old director who loved art. To be honest, he could actually understand the old man who wanted to protect the most important thing to him. Besides, the killed boss was not a good person, kidnapping, fraud, malicious annexation, persecuting bankrupt enterprises... In China, it is the kind that cannot be punished, but there is no death penalty in Japan, and he has money and power, so he can escape the punishment.

"Ouyang, I've met such a person again," Qianyu looked up at the sky, as if she saw the helpless and sad face hidden in her perseverance, "What should I do if such a person who is capable of wandering outside the law?"

"What did you say?" Conan looked at Asaha in front of him strangely.

"Conan," Asayu did not look back. His previous calm voice seemed to be blown away in the wind, becoming a little erratic. "If one day, when the law violates the justice in your heart, will you follow the law or your own heart?"

"Charlotte..." Conan stared at his friend who had been young and had no words.

"If a person kills a person who wants to destroy all this for his own dreams, his lifelong protection, or even his own beliefs, for his own selfish desires, will you stop him?"

"..." Conan wanted to say something, but felt his throat choked. In his eyes, Aka Yu was clearly in front of him, but in his heart, the two seemed to be far apart, far away, as if... two different worlds.

"I think...I should do it!" Conan's voice was hesitant, "But I will do my best to stop the person who ruined other people's dreams."

Asayu let out a chuckle of approval or ridicule, "Forget it, Kudo, it's a bit too early to tell you about these things. You haven't really touched the dark side of the world. When you touch it, you will understand." He sighed, suddenly lost all his interest, turned around and walked towards the doctor's house. Conan wanted to stop him, but stretched his hand halfway, but stopped.

"The purpose of detectives' existence is to discover buried justice, not to become a tool for the law and some people. Perhaps, when the law goes against my justice, it is when you and me break up. I hope that this day will never happen." Qianyu's voice floated and people could no longer see it.

Conan looked at the direction where Asahu disappeared in a daze. He had never thought about these problems. Since childhood, he always believed that the purpose of the detective was to bring criminals to justice, but he never thought about whether the law was correct or not. However... "There will not be such a day." Conan said with a smile, "I understand that you, Charlotte, your justice is also something I can accept."

"Maybe I can't tolerate murder, but I can't tolerate such a guy who destroys other people's dreams."

"But why did this guy tell me this at this time?" Conan scratched his head, "Can..."

Conan shook his head suddenly, "How is that possible?" He was amused by his own thoughts, "How could that guy Charlotte kill someone!"

"Conan!" Xiaolan's voice came from a distance.

"Sister Lan!" Conan ran towards Xiaolan.

"Really, why are you running around again?" Xiaolan complained, but carefully flattened the wrinkles of Conan's clothes in her hand. "I seemed to see Xiao Feng just now. Where is he?"

"Ah, Aka Yu, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he went back first." Conan looked at Xiaolan naively.

"Ah, that's it." Xiaolan nodded and pulled Conan's little hand, "Let's go, we're going in!"

"Um!"

...

"Do you really have to do this?"

"Yes, I have no choice." An old voice sighed.

"If you do this, you will never be able to protect your art gallery again!"

"Nothing," said the old voice with a smile. "If that guy dies, I believe that the curator who comes again will take good care of them. As long as those precious works of art do not fall into the hands of that bastard, I will be very satisfied."

“…I won’t help you.”

"I won't stop me, right? Haha, enough, enough."

"I didn't say it."

At the side door of the art gallery, a boy with a delicate face walked out. The boy's face looked calm as usual, but his eyes had turned into a terrifying golden color.

"Kudo... depends on your choice."

The boy looked at the bloody sunset in the sky and said softly.

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Chapter completed!