"How did you end up here?" Hotaru, who was leaning on Fujiwara's body and relaxing her calves that were cramping with fatigue, looked at Chiba with some surprise.

"We were just taken around Osaka by a police car, and then we received a call from Yuma's sister." Thousand feathers spread their hands.

"Call the police?" Hotaru looked at Yuma. "She didn't seem to have—"

"It's me," Takeda replied. "After Yuma texted, I called the police, using her name - because she didn't say you were here, so I could only be vague, and in the end, Fujiwara said that you were most likely here, so I rushed here."

"Aunt Chengjiang ......"

At that moment, Yuzhen's murmur caused everyone to turn around—Yuma was now kneeling next to the corpse, looking at the rather hideous face of the deceased.

"You know each other?" Qian Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Teng Yuan.

"This person's name is Okazaki Chenge." Fujiwara said lightly.

“！” Chiha's eyes widened, and when she turned to Yuma Okazaki, her gaze instantly became sympathetic.

At this moment, Hotaru glanced at Takeda, who was looking at Yuzhen, who was obviously a little distressed about her, and poked Takeda with a frown.

“！？” Takeda was stunned.

“！” Hotaru glanced angrily in the direction where Yuma was. "How stupid are you?"

"Huh?" That's when Takeda realized what Hotaru meant. "You mean ......"

"Otherwise?" Although Hotaru didn't do anything because she was tired, the trace of contempt in her eyes still made Takeda a little embarrassed.

"Uh......" Takeda took a deep breath and exchanged glances with Fujiwara.

[Is this really possible?] —Takeda's puzzled expression.

[No problem, rest assured, I guarantee that the success rate is very high.] - Fujiwara nodded.

"Whew-" Takeda took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Yuma......" Takeda walked over to Yuma's side and hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

Just as he was starting, he saw Yuzhen turn his head - although he hadn't cried yet, the crystal tears had already accumulated in Yuzhen's eyes.

"Takeda, Aunt Chengjiang, she ......" Halfway through speaking, Yuzhen's voice was completely deformed, and his words froze with the deformation of his voice.

What was happening in front of ...... was completely beyond what Takeda had ever anticipated, and his mind was blank at the moment.

Yuma looks really sad right now, but what do I do?

Now he really wanted to go back and see if Hotaru or Fujiwara would give him any advice, any advice that would help him solve his current situation, but he never did.

Why is that? Thinking like this, Takeda froze in place, staring at Yuma.

Before the answer could be thought of, it was uninvited – because there was no need to turn around and ask for their opinions. Before Takeda himself could react, his body had already made a choice for him.

Not far away, the corners of Fujiwara's mouth were slightly hooked. "Humph!"

Takeda has already embraced Yuma in his arms.

Yuma felt the touch of Takeda's chest through his cheeks, and his mind was also paralyzed. But it was as if her body had received a final signal from Takeda's action that surpassed all other commands.

The eyes could no longer bear more tears, and two trickles flowed through the gap between Yuzhen's cheek and Takeda's chest—Allah leaned forward and burrowed into Takeda's arms, crying unabashedly from the silence and depression that had seen Okazaki's corpse.

"Ahh "Looks like the big picture has been decided, huh?"

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Fujiwara said lightly. "No matter what you do, you probably won't be able to turn the sky upside down, right?"

"Probably," Hotaru said noncommittally. "But this ending is good for Yuma, I'm very happy."

"When did you become so open-minded?" Fujiwara raised an eyebrow.

"Because I suddenly figured it out the other day," Hotaru replied in a serious tone that had never been seen before, placing one of Fujiwara's originally hanging arms on top of herself.

"Oh?" Fujiwara made a somewhat surprised voice and looked at Hotaru. "Tell me?"

"You and I are destined to be different people from them, both in terms of lifestyle and ending," Hotaru said, with a somewhat self-deprecating expression. "So sometimes, it's better not to let our lives disturb theirs, don't you think?"

"It's an improvement that you can think that way," Fujiwara smiled. "You know, your previous attitude towards her relationship with Takeda really made people think you were jealous, and I thought you would confess to her in a very strong way one day."

"That's what I used to think," Hotaru tilted her head, and the gesture sent her further into Fujiwara's arms. "In the beginning, love is a selfish thing, and you want to make it belong to you right away, both physically and mentally. But later on, when you love more deeply, you will find that it is not so important whether she belongs to you or not, the important thing is that she is safe and has a bright future. ”

"You know what," Fujiwara seemed amused by the metaphor. "Your analogy makes me feel that you originally wanted to be her husband, but now you want to be her mother."

"Anyway, it's fine!" Hotaru's expression was rather abrupt. "As long as she's happy, there's no doubt about it."

Just when Chiba watched Fujiwara and Hotaru fall into an inexplicable atmosphere with the attitude of eating melons and watching the show, the two of them suddenly ended a somewhat subtle conversation, and then let go of each other and looked in the direction of the door with a frown.

The next moment, the hearing aid part of Chiba's auxiliary unit got the reason why the two of them looked at the door

In front of them, Heiji Hattori and Conan, who had pushed open the door of the public toilet, were looking at them with some surprise.

"Why are you here?" Hattori Heiji looked at Chiba and was stunned, and he was even more stunned when he looked at the others. "Who are you, and how did you end up here?"

"I think it's a good question for you, right?" Fujiwara asked rhetorically. "Who are you sacred?"

"Policeman," he said, and Heiji Hattori pulled out a police officer ID. "Look, this is my ID."

“！？” Qian Yu looked at the police officer card in surprise, but immediately noticed that Conan also had the same hellish expression.

"So, can we examine the corpse now?" With that, Heiji glanced at Yuma and Takeda before turning his gaze to the corpse. "By the way, you might want to explain why you're here.