[Detective Conan] 42-7 Higashimihua 2-Chome

At first I thought this was a story about a smart, sensitive and a little weird kid being cured. The result is indeed depressing, for me Xiaoxing gives me the feeling that he has been stumbling and groping for growth. Someone is willing to give him a hand along the way, and he is also willing to muster up the courage to extend his hand, but in the end he still can't catch up. He seemed to be heading towards the abyss little by little, and there seemed to be hope that he could escape with just a thread. With the hope that I didn't know when it would come, I watched his gift fall due to the same mistake. My heart was heavy. At the last moment, Xiaoxing still didn't forget to delete the text messages with Jingguang. Jingguang also thought about asking his friends to fulfill the contract for him, but life is such a fragile thing. We keep meeting, missing, having, and losing. He didn't even have the energy to wallow in sadness. Life would go on, and the light had not yet arrived, so Zero had to put on the mask of Bourbon and lurk. In that bloody room, a part of Rei Fukiya had already slept with his tame, and the little boy he wanted to adopt. They all have bright futures.

If he had died from the beginning, maybe he wouldn't be so sad... Single, not enough money to buy food, potential murderers, his father's unimplemented plan, the suburbs... It seems that the ending of death has been obvious, but after meeting Zhu Fu Jingguang, meeting Xin Xiaolan, and even having a friendship, he has lived for so long... And there is hope to continue living. He is keen, weird and smart, and may become a policeman... It is not difficult to survive obviously... There are so many people who can save him, but he still returns to the original ending.

The whole story is delicate and depressing. Occasionally there are some relaxing moments, but you can still feel the deep uneasiness and confusion and fear about the future. Will life really get better? Is it really possible to make friends? Are there really happy and memorable memories that can be told to others? Obviously, if you have talent, you may not get better as long as you keep moving forward, but isn't life just a little bit sweet? And there is Shinichi, this smart and keen child will definitely be able to discover the contradictions and pain in Xing. Obviously, as long as you move forward with time, you will always meet what you desire, so why was it destroyed in the hands of a murderer! And it was such a coincidence that it happened shortly after Hiro's death. Unfortunate things seem to happen all at once. But why, every good person doesn't get the happy ending they deserve.

It's a kind of alternative movie viewing experience. I couldn't finish it halfway through so I just posted it without changing the original ending, so watch it with caution. Day 1 Zhu Fujingguang woke up from the blurred halo and could not feel his hands, feet and limbs. He was melted into chaos, and chaos enveloped the sky and the earth. Thoughts are meaningless, reflected in the eyes... Are there such things as eyes now? In short, he was dead, his body was lying underneath, and the bullet that had penetrated his chest was still warm. Ah, yes, mobile phone! Great, the phone's memory card is indeed completely broken. After confirming the most important thing before his death, Zhu Fu Jingguang relaxed suddenly and then slowly thought of other people and things. Zero, the same period, brother, and Xiaoxing... Hopefully they won't be too upset. He couldn't stay conscious for long, and the last scene he felt was the blond-haired organization member approaching with a frivolous and indifferent expression. The soul floating in the sky could vaguely hear the desperate cry of a soul sinking into the abyss. Day 4 Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly drifted towards the already familiar house. Perhaps because the body was disposed of here, his awakened soul could only wander around Tokyo. If he went outside, he would become drowsy and seem to be dissipating, like some kind of earthbound spirit. During the time when he woke up, Zhu Fu Jingguang watched his baby Tongran for a while, but he could not be sensed. He was unable to comfort his painful friend when he was next to his friend. All he could do was to be accompanied by no one. So... Let's go see Xiaoxing? As the distance got closer, Mr. Ghost's mood improved a little. The child was too keen, and sooner or later he would be able to detect his death from Zero who had finished handling the affairs and fulfilled his request. Fortunately, this matter was still a secret, and the secret himself wanted to check whether the child had obeyed the agreement to live a good life. Speaking of which, today is a day for school. Zhufu Jingguang regained consciousness the day after his death. It was sunday at that time, and he stayed with Fanggu Ling all day long. Today is already a hot sunday. He was so funny that he forgot about it and turned around and drifted towards the school. No. No. Not anywhere. The man with upturned cat-eyes pursed his lips and walked straight through the wall to leave the school in the hope that no one could see him. Maybe Xiaoxing was feeling unwell and asked for leave today. Even if he couldn't do anything, he wanted to go home as soon as possible to confirm Xiaoxing's condition. When he was about to leave, Zhu Fu Jingguang keenly caught the name he was worried about in the conversation of the children in the corridor. "Nagasaki, are you saying that Furuoya really won't come to school again? You can't blame him. We didn't get a good seat in the physical education class yesterday. It's been several months, right? He came back a few months after last time." The child known as Nagasaki looked regretful: "Looking at the way he ran away that day, even if he comes back, he probably won't let us do that again. Oh, it's obviously a mutual help between friends. As long as he accepts it, everyone will be happy..." Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to continue listening, but the child who asked the question muttered something like "It's all Shangshi's fault" and started talking about game-related topics. He could only suppress the bad suspicions in his heart and hurried towards the original destination. The house was quiet. The crow Xiaohei pushed the white jade steamed bun on the table with its beautiful beak. Furuo Guyuki paused for a moment, then muttered "There's nothing you can do about it." While picking up the steamed bun. He ate very reluctantly, taking a small bite and chewing it many, many times. When he swallowed, he frowned slightly, showing a little bit of indifferent disgust. He ate the small steamed bun forcefully for more than ten minutes. "Thank you for your hospitality, Xiao Hei." Furuo Yayuki smiled and rubbed Xiao Hei's head. Xiao Hei tilted his head and looked at him, his jade-like eyes faithfully reflecting everything in the room. Of course, they could not reflect a worried Mr. Ghost. Furuo Yayuki's condition is really not good. Zhu Fu Jingguang looked around and confirmed that there was enough food to satisfy his hunger everywhere. He thought the money was enough, and Xiaoxing was not the kind of child who would spend money randomly. He looked at the child curled up in the quilt, in a very insecure posture, and his head was about to be retracted into the quilt to cover it. Zhu Fu Jingguang had corrected him many times before, but now he could no longer coax Xiao Xing out. Furuo Yayuki wrapped himself in thick quilts, wrapped himself in narrow rooms, and wrapped himself in uninhabited houses. The layers of armor were superimposed to make them indestructible and unshakable. Even the air could be defended. In the end, even breathing was difficult. Can loneliness be so easily isolated? Waiting and worry fermented over time. If the quilt hadn't moved from time to time, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but wonder whether the child he cared about or a lifeless, cold corpse was hidden there. He made a vague gesture of hugging through the quilt, but naturally he couldn't hug anything. Is this feeling of emptiness somewhat similar to what Xiaoxing is feeling now? Zhufu Jingguang's mind was in a mess. He noticed early on that Furuoya Yuki's mental state was not very good. He thought that his help could cheer up the child a little, but he didn't expect... He looked down at the little bulge. Furuo Gu, who was exposed in front of him, was anorexic, reclusive, and confused. Including the conversation I heard in school before, I haven't been to school for several months. How many months exactly is it? Did it start after he left, or—before? He smiled bitterly. He didn't notice much. As an adult, he was really derelict in his duty. The ghost's low sigh escaped in the air: "Xiao Xing..." Day 5 Xiaoxing hasn't come out yet. It has been a whole day, not a grain of rice has been eaten, not a drop of water has been touched. Zhu Fu Jingguang was so anxious that all he could do was stay with him, shouting from time to time without even hoping that he would be heard. It was like praying to let him eat something. Adults with a strong desire to survive during an earthquake can go without food for a month and wait for rescue. But Furuoya Yuki is still underage, so he is not optimistic about how long he can survive. What's more, not eating was entirely his own decision. In other words, he probably didn't have much desire to live. Depressed will can even counteract the natural human desire to eat. The quilt wrapped and buried Furuoya Yuki like a tomb, swallowing up the vitality in the boy and causing his functions to fail. However, Furuo Yako himself completely accepted this and let it go. Zhu Fu Jingguang watched all this develop gradually and steadily, and for the first time he hated these hands that could not touch anything. He could only sit by and tell Xiaoxing everything he had been unable to say before. His career, his friends, his past, and the beliefs he sacrificed for. When Xiaoxing could hear these words, he didn't dare to say a single word, but now that no one can hear them, he can tell them openly to a group of quilts. In the evening, Furuo Yayuki felt a lot more energetic. He stuck out his head and chattered to Xiao Hei. When he got excited, he even took the crow into his arms. Talking about the plants, insects, goldfish, and machines that those people held around their necks; talking about how his father would rub his head when he was not away, trying to show his father the white bird without wings, and then having his head touched and eating the most delicious omelette rice in the world; talking about Mugahi who was called Nagasaki in school Aoi-san, I almost thought they were friends. I must have thought he was being sentimental. It feels so embarrassing to think about it now. He said he saw particularly beautiful pink cotton swimming on the floor. Unfortunately, he couldn't eat what fell on the floor. It was rare that he suddenly felt the urge to lick it. Xiao Hei listened obediently and did not interrupt. The boy's hoarse voice floated around the room, and no one came to catch it, so every word fell heavily into the ground under the gravity of reality, leaving all alone on the floor. But in fact, another resident of this house listened very carefully. While Furuoya Yuki stared blankly into the void without speaking, the ghost responded one by one in the order of the topics. In fact, I also want to know what kind of head Xiaoxing would have arranged for me if Xiaoxing hadn't seen it as a gift; Dad loves Xiaoxing very much, and Xiaoxing needs to love himself so that he doesn't worry his father and gets the omelette rice reward; Nagasaki might also want to be friends with Xiaoxing. If Xiaoxing is willing to go back to school, he can try again bravely; It's a pity that I can't see the marshmallows. Next time we go to the temple fair to buy them... Having said this, the ghost's eyes flashed and he suddenly closed his mouth. As for Furuo Yayuki, he kept looking blankly at the soul in the void, and at that moment he muttered to himself: "Light, what is he doing now?" Zhufu Jingguang's eyes are soft, Hiro is by your side now. Then the child seemed to be suddenly energized by the name, and started a new round of talk, all about Midorikawa Hikaru. He vomited out all the words he had been holding in his heart, mostly guesses. Zhu Fu Jingguang also seriously admitted or corrected them one by one, and stayed with him until two or three o'clock. When it was completely dark, Xiaoxing fell asleep in a daze. Fortunately, the ghost doesn't need to sleep, so he can still go out and walk around to see if he finds anything at this time. The man lowered his head and saw the texture of the floor through his palms. He clenched his fists. These hands still made him feel strong, but... At this point, it seemed like there was nothing he could do to help. Whether it's zero or Xiaoxing. Zhu Fu Jingguang closed his eyes and laughed. He was extremely lucky to be conscious. The dead man still wanted to influence reality, which was a bit greedy. Day 6 When the hour hand of the clock on the wall pointed to ten, Furuo Yayuki opened his eyes. He stood up unsteadily, then almost fell down, holding on to the wall to barely stay standing. In just a few days, his body has become somewhat deformed. Anyone can see that the robe of death has quietly cast an ominous shadow on his face. Zhu Fu Jingguang almost cried with joy. Xiaoxing, Xiaoxing, go get something to eat. If there was still a physical form, he would definitely forcefully shovel mouthfuls of porridge into the mouth of a child who didn't cherish him, and only feel relieved after seeing him swallow it with his own eyes. If after Zhu Fu Jingguang's death, the child he raised starved to death, it would be a huge black humorous joke. The boy stumbled into the kitchen while holding on to the wall. Under Zhu Fu Jingguang's expectant eyes, he moved to the sink, and then inserted his fingers into his mouth with a skillful gesture. Not long after, he began to retching, lowering his head but only spitting out a mouthful of saliva. After a pause, he repeated the steps again, but this time he couldn't even finish the action of vomiting. He fell into the pool, his eyes were vacant, and he remained motionless in this weird posture. His breathing was weak and almost inaudible. It was hard to tell whether he wanted to take a break or whether he had fallen into a coma. Zhu Fu Jingguang instinctively wanted to help him, but of course he got nothing. After waiting for a while, Furuo Yayuki stood up crookedly. He raised his hand to turn on the faucet, and the water pipe laughed indifferently. He stood in a daze, and then went straight back to the bedroom without doing anything. Has the water been cut off or is the bill in arrears? Zhu Fu Jingguang has no way of knowing. Now that I think about it, Midorikawa Hikaru has indeed never paid the utility bill... Did Xiaoxing throw away the notice indifferently? He should have considered this. Zhufu Jingguang pursed his lips and watched helplessly as Guwei Guxing staggered back into his little quilt. Xiao Hei opened the lock and flew away. Zhu Fu Jingguang hoped that this smart crow was helping Xiao Xing find food, just like the steamed buns. Maybe Xiao Xing would not want to live up to its good intentions. Xiao Hei knocked on the glass as a reminder before leaving, so the boy went through the difficult process of getting up again, closed the window obediently, and then returned to the quilt smoothly. He stopped moving after a while. He had just woken up not long ago, so he wouldn't have fallen asleep so quickly... I'm afraid he really fell into a coma this time. How long would the energy in that body be enough for him to survive like this? Zhu Fu Jingguang laid himself on the quilt and controlled his body to sink. There was no feedback from the ghost's body. The touch was a luxury that only living people could enjoy. Does this count as touching? Or was it just to give himself a little peace of mind. Time slipped secretly through the gaps in the tatami. There was a noise from the window, disturbing the flow of time, and various scenes of light patted the quilt for comfort and floated out the door. He saw a grown man in dirty clothes. And then everything happened too fast, or maybe I should say too slowly. Furuodani Yuki is a good boy, a well-behaved boy, and a smart boy. He will definitely grow up well and become a trustworthy adult. But why did this child, whom he really hoped to be happy, lie motionless on the floor, with blood and tears streaming from one eye, his little internal organs exposed and trembling cautiously, and a dazzling red color crawling all over the floor. Why? ... Why? Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't do anything. He was really a very bad adult. He saw the man but didn't wake up Xiaoxing, he didn't stop Xiaoxing from opening the door, he didn't knock off the knife, the child he raised tried hard to make the most correct choice for a young child in front of him, and then was stabbed through the eyeball, cut open the chest and abdomen in despair, and now he was about to die in front of him. He has personally confirmed countless times that dead souls cannot affect reality. Revenant souls cannot affect reality. Nothing can be done, nothing can be changed. Is this punishment? The picture I wanted to write at the beginning was that at the end of the story, Xiaoxing, who was about to die, no longer felt pain, and his soul was warm, as if he was being held in someone's arms. So he opened his eyes and saw Hiro, who stretched out his hand to pull him up, and the two of them walked hand in hand into the depths of the light - until the place where the sun sets.

TAT,,,,…,,,,,

It feels like a knife piercing your heart, but you are willing to let it pierce deeper.

When reading these two completed novels, I always have the feeling that the protagonist is wandering on the edge of the world. Because of his identity and age, Jingguang chose to take care of the protagonist slowly from the surface to reconcile the protagonist with the world, while Kenji chose to get close to the protagonist's heart and wanted to solve the problem at its root. They are all very beautiful articles and worth recalling. Ah, it's that kind of thing. I know that the road ahead is full of obstacles, but I still have to move forward.

I shed tears when I saw Xiao Xing die [crying] [crying] Xiao Xing was still so young. His father did not abandon him intentionally but was killed. His classmates in school were not good to him either. He had always looked at the world with fear, and finally met him. When it comes to the "light", he also leaves until the light leaves. How painful it must be for him to have his intestines broken open. [Cracked] [Cracked] The sadness is sudden, but it is difficult to escape. It's so cruel [Crying] [Crying] Will the author still write an extra story about Xiaoxing? I hope Xiaoxing can have a good ending

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... So heavy and sad... The quality of blood pain... When I read the previous chapter, I was actually expecting the smart little black to come back and maybe attract some helpers to take a look, but as expected, it was not the case, life was not so easy to save... The atmosphere of tragedy kept flowing, but it finally happened naturally (or maybe not luckily). Everything turned into a messy quiet room filled with dust... The style of the article is also very interesting, and it matches the tone of the content... I like it very much... Thanks to the author for his creation;;

I originally planned to take a casual look, but ended up getting a 10,000-point blow in the middle of the night. It felt a little strange at first, but I didn't think much about it. I was very happy to see the interaction between Jingguang and Xiaoxing. I was wondering if this was the if line of "everyone has a bright future", and looked forward to the interaction between the police academy team and Xiaoxing in the future. In the process of my reading, everything did not suddenly turn bad, but was pregnant with tragedy subtly and slowly. Everyone tried, but due to various reasons, Xiaoxing finally returned to an empty room.