Shuichi Akai never wanted to live alone.

The time he lost her was something he didn't want to experience again in his life. He had already made up his mind that he would not let her go alone this time.

"You can remember this bullet first and treat it as something I owe you."

He finally looked up at her and said slowly, "When I avenge her, you can come to me to repay her at any time."

The gun in Hui Yuan Ai's hand fell on the table with a clang, and she was suddenly speechless.

She saw Akai Shuichi's eyes.

It was a look that had lost its vitality and faced death indifferently.

Akai Shuichi did not look at her, but silently put away the gun that she had dropped.

After he finishes handling the organization's affairs and sends all those who hurt her to hell, he will go to accompany her.

——The days without her have long been a hell for him, and now he is just using up the extra time from the devil to settle all the grudges.

The end of the world, the blue sky and the underworld, he would never let her go on the road alone again.

He will deal with everything as soon as possible, and then catch up with her. Tell her that he has avenged her, and then hold her hand and never be separated again.

The white sports car drove into the garage at dawn. When Toru Amuro walked out of the underground garage, the faint morning light was already rising quietly on the horizon.

As soon as Toru Amuro raised his eyes, he saw the familiar figure standing on the roadside. He was wearing a somewhat messy suit, and his large sunglasses could not hide the tired look on his face.

Matsuda Jinpei also saw him immediately, and he went up to meet him, but what greeted him was a fierce punch from the opponent.

Toru Amuro had been fighting for two nights, and his body was almost at its limit. Naturally, he was unable to parry Matsuda Jinpei's fist that had accumulated 100% of its strength - or even if he had the strength, he didn't want to hide.

He was punched hard in the face and fell to the ground.

Matsuda Jinpei stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up from the ground.

"Where is she?" Matsuda Jinpei's tone contained a bloodthirsty and coldness that had never appeared in him before.

Toru Amuro looked up at him, and then slowly said: "My life has been saved, but I may never wake up."

As he said that, he felt Matsuda Jinpei's hand holding his collar loosen, and then he punched him again.

Toru Amuro did not dodge and was knocked to the ground again.

The slight smell of blood overflowed from his mouth, and he swallowed it calmly.

"I will never wake up... I will never wake up..." Matsuda Jinping silently recited these two sentences with a ridiculous smile on his face.

He took two steps in front of him, as if he was suppressing something, but he still didn't suppress it. He squatted down, grabbed Amuro Toru's collar and roared.

"How can you say this so calmly!! She is lying there! Because of you, because of your bullshit plan! She is lying there now and may never wake up!! You caused her to do that!!

How can you say such things to me so calmly!!"

Matsuda Jinpei's roar echoed in the early morning streets, like a cornered beast making its last roar, full of grief, anger and despair.

Toru Amuro just looked at him quite calmly, and after he finished venting, he reached out and held his hand that was holding her collar.

"Matsuda, please calm down..."

"You mom told me to calm down!! Are you human??!!"

Matsuda Jinpei was angered by these words and waved away Toru Amuro's hand, almost knocking him to the ground.

He took a breath and didn't want to say anything more to Tohru Amuro. He just asked in a trembling voice: "Where is she?"

Amuro Toru paused and said calmly: "I won't tell you."

Matsuda Jinpei finally went crazy. He turned around, pulled out his gun, and pointed at Toru Amuro, who was leaning on the telephone pole in front of him.

"My mom asked you to tell me where she is!!"

This was the first time Toru Amuro had faced a gun in the past few days. He looked directly at the trembling muzzle of his friend's gun and spoke again seriously: "I won't tell you where she is, you just shoot.

Even if you beat me to death here, I won’t say anything.”

Furukawa Kumisa is already lying there, and he will not let Matsuda Jinpei take risks again.

For a moment, he had the idea that "it would be nice to die here."

Toru Amuro closed his eyes.

Let's end everything like this. He is already very tired after such a long time.

Everyone left his side one after another, and he could not prevent their death or reverse their ending.

If he could live forever, it might not be another sweet dream for him.

At the end of the dream, his late friend is waiting for him, and her beloved is accompanying him.

He no longer has to face these troublesome twists and turns, he can be free to be himself and be a free man.

There are no more identity constraints, no more natural barriers.

He could speak to her freely and easily...

When Toru Amuro opened his eyes, Matsuda Jinpei was no longer on the street in front of him.

The twilight rises to the sky, the dawn engulfs the darkness, and the daylight descends on the earth.

The world has ushered in a new day.

Toru Amuro stood in the sunlight, deprived of even the right to dream.

Today is a working day, but Café Poirot is surprisingly quiet early in the morning.

When there are no guests, Toru Amuro is not as busy backstage as before, or researching new recipes.

He just stood behind the cash register, in a rare daze, his eyes seemed empty and unfocused, or focused on a certain corner of the coffee shop.

It seemed that one day a few months ago, on such an early morning, that figure broke into his eyes without any warning.

She was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop. Her quiet and elegant appearance was so contrasting with her interior that he couldn't help but want to explore what kind of person she was.

But he hasn't gotten the answer yet.

Or maybe I will never get the answer in this life.

Toru Amuro has never thought of himself as a person who would be distracted and nostalgic - the burdens on his shoulders were too heavy, leaving him no chance to breathe and reminisce.

But after she left, he suddenly found that she seemed to be everywhere around him.

There were traces of her sleeping soundly in his home, and there was her back figure who had stopped in Café Poirot. Even while driving, it seemed as if she could turn around and see a vivid figure in the passenger seat.

She is everywhere.

"...Mr. Amuro? Mr. Amuro!"

His shoulder was lightly touched, and he turned around to see Azusa Enomoto, who was full of worry.

"What's wrong? Miss Zi."

Azusa Enomoto pointed behind him: "Conan-kun is calling you."

He turned around and smiled apologetically: "It's Mr. Conan here. Do you want something to drink?"

Edogawa Conan's face has an obvious gloominess, which is not suitable for his age.

"...Just do whatever you want."

Toru Amuro found a table for him, then made him a cup of coffee and brought it to him.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Edogawa Conan's deep voice from behind: "...How is she?"

Toru Amuro felt that he could answer this question calmly.

"He's still alive, but he may not be able to wake up."

His tone was very calm, as if he was just saying "the weather is nice today".

Edogawa Conan couldn't help but look up at him.

Toru Amuro wore a mask today, not sure what he was trying to cover. He looked lethargic, but he was okay, just a little dazed.

——Furukawa Kumisa's incident seems to have had some impact on him, but not much.

Edogawa Conan picked up the coffee and held it in his hands, but he couldn't take a sip.

He sighed: "Mr. Amuro... is such a terrible person."

Amuro Toru looked at him blankly.

"Cold-blooded and cold-hearted, carefree."

After saying this, he put down his coffee and left Café Poirot, seemingly unwilling to stay any longer.

Toru Amuro returned to the counter with his coffee. He was about to pour it away, but felt that it shouldn't be wasted, so he picked it up and took a sip.

When the coffee entered his mouth, he was slightly startled.

He looked at the white sugar and refined salt on the counter, and belatedly realized that he had added the wrong things.

He turned around helplessly and poured the coffee into the sink.

Brown liquid flowed into the drain, and Toru Amuro watched them fall drop by drop, and suddenly saw the liquid as bright red blood stains.
To be continued...