How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

Kazama Tsuru watched Xiao Moi walk away.

In this empty corridor, huge stone pillars stand on both sides, various paintings hang on both sides of the corridor, and the white walls are covered with various traces.

This is the second floor of the castle, and if you look down the railing next to it, you can feel how the castle on the top of the mountain has been watching the world for so many years.

At this time, the weather is not very good, countless clouds cover the sky, not dark or cloudy, not cool when it rains, but because of the mountain wind and clouds on the top of this mountain, it brings a bit of coldness.

Lingshan is full of beautiful colors, and the air and water are together.

Kazama Tsuru holds the railing, and in this silent world, he feels the world with his eyes.

"Come out, maybe, it's time to talk."

His tone was not heavy, and even had some gentle meaning, but the light smile that often hung on the corners of his mouth disappeared.

The entire corridor was silent.

Kazama Tsuru was not in a hurry, and after he felt something, he was convinced that the previous feeling was not his own illusion.

At first, he wondered if it was an illusion, and then he thought about whether Pu Siqinglan, that is, the international killer Shi Kaobing, was secretly preparing to do something, but...

He vaguely sensed something, so he came to a third guess.

In the case that the sense of taste and smell disappeared, and his sense of hearing was greatly weakened, his certain mysterious "spiritual sense" seemed to have received some increase, and he could feel a very subtle difference.

For example, now, he can feel... Who is secretly secret.

"Igarashi?"

There was a few more seconds of silence.

In other words, Kazama Tsuru didn't know if he came out, his hearing loss was so bad that he might not even be able to hear his footsteps.

Finally, several footsteps that sounded light to Kazama Tsuru appeared behind him.

"Kazama."

Igarashi Yang's voice was different from the usual cheerful sunshine, and his calm voice was exceptionally calm and calm.

"You came with me on purpose?"

"Hmm."

The two were silent for a few more seconds.

It's not that they don't want to say anything, in fact, both of them have a lot to say, but now they don't seem to know what to say.

The wind in the mountains was blowing coldly, and Igarashi stepped forward in silence, and the two stood side by side by the railing looking at the scenery outside the castle.

"What did you find? Still..."

Kazama Tsuru didn't say too clearly.

Found yourself amnesiac? Discover that you are not who you used to be? Or what do you plan to do after knowing that Igarashi's identity has been leaked?

Igarashi Yang didn't pause much, and just as if chatting about homely words, he continued to speak.

"You have amnesia, back in ... Maybe it was the discharge after the initial change in your physical condition, when I called you.

Kazama Tsuru didn't panic when he heard him say this, he had already thought of this day.

If the original owner he crossed over was just a lonely travel writer with few friends and relatives, then perhaps his life would be explained for any reason, like the other people who traveled through Conan.

But he has a perennial friend, Igarashi Yo.

In fact, he hadn't been talking to Igarashi Yang about this until now, which had surprised him.

"When did you find out?"

Igarashi Yang was not surprised by his attitude, and the two of them stood by the railing and chatted, except that the tone was colder than usual, the whole thing was like an ordinary chat.

"Your attitude and preferences are similar to what you used to be, so it wasn't until you and Sherry came back from a trip that I vaguely discovered something."

Igarashi said and sighed.

"Later, I tried a few more times before I finally determined that you really forgot, forgot everything."

Kazama Tsuru tilted his head to look at his side face.

Under the blowing of the mountain breeze, his black hair flew, and a few clouds in the distance lined his face, but it looked a little more ethereal.

"The first time the strange thief Kidd came from the balcony to my bedroom, it was you, the information you specially sent."

"Hmm."

"Then, the second time, the one I saw at Tokyo Tower was the real Kidd, including the one I saw later at the Suzuki family's villa, which is also true."

"Well, it's just a temporary borrowing of his identity to send a piece of information, and I don't have too many thoughts about involving him."

"So..."

Kazama Tsuru listened to Igarashi's explanation, but he was relieved.

He was afraid that his appearance and the appearance of this Igarashi Yang, which had never been seen in the original work, would drastically change the plot.

He really doesn't care much about the plot, as long as it goes well, everything is fine.

But just as a person with God's perspective suddenly loses this ability, there will always be some thoughts about redeeming this ability.

"So, after seeing that information, did you remember anything?"

Fifty Lan Yang said, and also tilted his head to look over.

The two looked at each other, and Kazama Tsuru could clearly see the hint of anticipation in his eyes.

But...

"No, I remembered some, but it had little to do with that information."

Kazama Tsuru paused, seeing the undiminished expectation in Igarashi Yang's eyes, and continued.

"I remembered some broken scenes and guessed about it... I'm probably part of the organization.

Kazama Tsuru said, his gaze gradually descending to think of if there was anything else he could think of, too, to hide from Igarashi's scorching gaze.

"What about the back?"

"The others... Nothing impressed. There

was another moment of silence between the two, and Kazama Tsuru turned his head, and he could feel that the gaze on his face had disappeared.

Even if you don't look at his expression, you can feel his disappointment.

Kazama Tsuru didn't know what Igarashi Yang thought, after today, if he wanted to stay away from himself, there was nothing unacceptable.

After all, himself and the original owner are two people.

Just like people who don't necessarily have amnesia, they want others to always look at them with the eyes of the person they used to be, always expecting that they can remember something, and then change back to what they want.

He also didn't want Igarashi to treat himself with the same attitude as he treated the original owner, looking at the similar skin, hoping that this strange soul could change back to its original appearance.

If this is the ending, I am willing to give up this friend.

Because such Igarashi Yang is only a friend of "Kazama Tsuru", not a friend of his own soul from another world.

"Well, in that case..."

said Igarashi Yo, taking a deep breath and sighing softly.

Kazama Tsuru looked at the unpredictable clouds outside, waiting for the next words to judge the friendship between the two.