As a script crew, I don't understand you very well.

26-28

Now that it is known that Qian Yuche is a member of the Black Organization, then this one billion yen has to make people think too much.

——Miyano Akemi, Miyano Shiho's older sister, died in a one-billion-yen robbery and at the hands of the Black Organization.

Even though he was thinking this way in his heart, Conan still had a childlike and innocent smile on his face.

"Ah, this," Takagi scratched his head, "I don't know very well, but Director Katsumura asked him to pay him at will in order to thank Mr. Asaba, and then Mr. Asaba asked for one billion in cash."

Takagi paused, and added, "I was asked to get the paper and pen... After Mr. Asaba wrote a few words, he threw the note into the box."

"What did you write?" Conan asked quickly.

"I don't know..." Takagi was a little confused, "It seems to be something, undead, go home? I was standing a little far away, so I couldn't see it clearly."

! ! !

The little girl with brown hair clenched her hands tightly.

Conan grinned in pain, smiled at the confused Takagi, and grabbed Haibara Ai's hand to leave this place first.

"Do you want to know? You can ask me directly." Qian Yuche, who had been hiding by the side, came out and smiled at the stiff two.

It's really interesting to watch the little detective change his face.

He stepped forward, touched the top of Hui Yuanai's trembling head, bent down, stared seriously at the little girl's somewhat bewildered pupils, and sighed: "Don't worry."

In the boy's gray-blue eyes was a rare tenderness: "I know the pain of losing a loved one...and also,"

He showed a sincere smile, and even Takagi beside him couldn't help being stunned.

"The dead souls will eventually find their way home and embrace their loved ones in another life."

The pleasant voice was like a breeze, cleansing one's soul, and slowly stopping Huiyuan's trembling body.

"Embracing...again with your loved ones?" Miyano Shiho's voice was very soft, and his tone was full of confusion.

"Go home..." the little girl murmured, her voice was gentle and full of unbelievable joy, afraid of breaking the dream.

The 18-year-old precocious genius girl is like a child like everyone else at this moment. She seems to have finally realized something, her eyes are instantly flushed, she restrains her trembling hands, and carefully pulls her silver hair The boy's white sleeve: "Is what you said true, true?"

"Well," Qian Yuche didn't break free from the little girl's pull, but took the little girl's hand with a pure smile, "Really."

For some reason, his tone was as soft as Huiyuan's. It seemed that a red-haired man in a windbreaker was calmly eating spicy curry. His gray-blue eyes were full of warmth, "Is it true?" Oh, I promise."

He tilted his head playfully, and said what his friends said: "Suicideists never break their promises."*

That's great, Dazai, Sakunosuke.