After the Distillery Went Bankrupt, I Revived Everyone’s Beloved White Moonlight

The Black Organization has fallen, Edogawa Conan has become Kudo Shinichi again, and the world seems to have reached its perfect Happy Ending.

Only Rei Furuya knows that the hole in his heart can never be filled.

Until one day, the quiet boy who always writes scripts at Café Poirot, Sakura Sora, slides a sketch across the table to him.

It shows his four former police academy friends, who died in the line of duty, vivid and lifelike.

Beneath it, a small line reads: [Your light will return, in the end.]

Rei Furuya thinks it’s nothing but a cruel attempt at comfort, until the boy whispers in his ear:

“It’s not comfort. It’s a prediction.”

And so miracles begin to happen, one after another

A text arrives from Jinpei Matsuda, who should have been blown to pieces on the Ferris wheel: “Bomb defused. Suspect arrested.”

Kenji Hagiwara, who should have perished in the explosion, is giving a lecture at the police academy: “That bomb suit really came through this time.”

Wataru Date, who was supposed to die beneath the wheels of a car, wakes from his serious injuries and grins. “Don’t worry, I’m not dying.”

Hiroshi Morofushi, who shot himself on a rooftop, sends a coded message: “Zero, everything’s fine. I’ll be back with the team soon.”

The Nth time the bell rings at Café Poirot, those four guys stroll in arm in arm, their smiles dazzling in the sunlight.

“Zero, why are you spacing out? Where’s our coffee?”

Rei Furuya turns away to hide his tear-red eyes, with just one thought in his heart:

The distillery is gone. Thank goodness. My beloved friends are all back.

And the boy who quietly made it all happen?

Sakura Sora closes his notebook of cause and effect, keeping his role a secret: “No need to thank me. I’m just a ‘screenwriter’ passing through.”