"You, you mean...?" Lin Ximu suddenly raised his head and looked at her in disbelief.
With a wave of Yin's left hand, a shining colorful vortex appeared in front of Lin Ximu.
——"Haven't you always wanted to go? The world of Detective Conan."
——"Still..."
She waved her right hand, and another vortex of white light appeared in front of Lin Ximu.
——"Go directly to heaven with an empty heart?"
"I..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and clasped her hands tightly. The faint veins popping out on her slender arms revealed her tension and contradiction.
However, only in the short period of time when breathing in and out——
——"I choose..."
The decision has been made.
——"Detective Conan!"
In this way, Lin Ximu traveled through time with a trace of fear, a trace of curiosity, a trace of hope, and a trace of despair.