Many strongholds of the black organization were overturned, and many mercenaries returned to their lairs with large sums of money to lick their wounds. The tracing, research, disputes, etc. caused by various countries because of the exposed strongholds of the black organization, all of this

Everything is condensed in newspapers that can be seen by the public, which are nothing more than words like "xxx company in xx caused a fire/explosion due to gas leakage/aging of electrical appliances."

Hui Yuan Ai leaned on the sofa, opened the newspaper, his eyes stayed on the string of words for a moment, and then looked at the casualties... The firefighters extinguished the fire in a timely manner, and there were no casualties.

The picture next to it is a photo with acceptable clarity. An ordinary three-story office building has been blackened, and smoke seems to be coming out in some places. This unfortunate building is completely unfamiliar to Haibara Ai.

, or in other words, there are too many places like this in Tokyo, and fires and the like often happen, it’s nothing unusual.

So the girl skipped the news without caring and turned to the next page.

For her, Fusahui's new product launch conference was more attractive. Unfortunately, as a primary school student, even if Haibara Ai went to queue in the store, the salesperson would not sell her an expensive bag.

The girl glanced at the photos of the Fusahui limited edition brand in the fashion magazine and sighed regretfully.

"If it's that bag, brother, ask someone to buy it for you!" Yushu, who was carrying a plate, came over and happened to hear it. While talking, he gave Haibara Ai a drink from the plate.

"Really?" Hui Yuan Ai asked in surprise.

"Of course it's true. My brother seems to have asked someone to customize a set of children's models for you and Ayumi." Yushu sat down and said.

Haiyuan Ai felt filled with joy. She remembered something and quickly took the magazine she had put aside before.

Kitahara Sosuke has always prepared surprises for her, and now Haibara Ai wants to give her a gift in return. She remembers seeing a watch in a magazine before, and she feels that it will suit Kitahara Sosuke very well, but the price is a bit expensive.

Expensive, Haiyuan Ai hasn’t saved enough pocket money yet...

Seeing the girl immersed in flipping through the magazine and glancing at the pictures of various high-end men's watches, Kitahara Yuuki knew what she was thinking. The boy put down the drink in his hand and glanced at the photo of the building after the fire in the corner of the newspaper.

Then he put the newspaper away.

He knew that the stronghold was unfamiliar to Haibara Ai, and he also knew that with ordinary people's eyesight, it would be difficult to see anything unusual in the processed photo - such as the faint bullet marks and the metal splattered after the explosion.

Fragments. But just in case, he still buried this newspaper under other newspapers.

"Hey, Yushu, why don't you come and help me find it too!" Genta shouted.

"I know, here you go." Yushu turned around and asked, "Do you want orange juice?"

"Drink!" the children shouted in unison.

After finishing their drinks, everyone began to rummage through the piles of debris on the floor again - Dr. Ali lost his friend's son's wedding invitation, and the room was in a mess. There was no other way, so he had to leave it early in the morning.

So the young detective team who played games at home came to help find it.

But looking at the room that looked like a garbage dump, the children couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Doctor!" Yuantai said disgustedly: "You are over fifty years old, why don't you have a wife yet?"

Mitsuhiko nodded: "Yes! If the doctor had a wife, the room wouldn't be so messy, right?"

Bumi said bluntly: "Stop talking, the doctor is not the only man who can't find a wife!"

Dr. A Li's mouth twitched - thank you so much for your concern!

Conan touched his chin, and then stabbed him: "I remember the latest survey data said that the proportion of Japanese men who are never married accounts for 16% of the total, and the proportion of unmarried men over the age of 30 is 16%.

Forty-seven point one. So it is normal for the doctor to be unmarried. However, the average life span of married men is longer than that of unmarried men, and the difference can be more than fourteen years. Therefore, although the doctor is already fifty-two years old, it is better to get married.

oh!"

Everyone looked at him blankly.

Just as Yushu rolled up his sleeves and started rummaging, he muttered, "Why do you always have to memorize these useless things?"

"Huh?" Conan blinked and said, "I just saw it by the way, and I didn't specifically remember it..."

"Bang!"

The elementary school detective suddenly received a blow on the back of his head. It didn't hurt, but the sound was very loud. He turned his head in surprise and saw Haibara Ai with one hand on his waist and the other holding a rolled-up magazine on the heads of Gentai and Mitsuhiko.

He also knocked lightly and said with a snort: "The room is so messy. Isn't it all caused by you guys playing games last night?"

"Ah...ok, it seems..."

Several boys were ashamed at the same time and hurriedly knelt down and began to search carefully. Conan would not do such aimless mechanical work. He looked around and said: "Misuhiko, Genta, you are near the TV

Look for it!"

"TV?" The two of them walked over. The top of the TV placed on the ground was the hardest hit area, with things piled up in a mess.

Conan explained: "The doctor's habit is to put the finished letter on top of the TV, so the letter should be near the TV..."

"ah!"

Before Conan finished speaking, Mitsuhiko shouted: "There are a lot of letters down there!"

I saw a lot of letters piled behind the TV. The boy put his hand in and grabbed a lot of them. One of the postcards with childish fonts slipped from the edge. Dr. Ali grabbed it in his hand and took a look.

stunned.

This is a postcard from forty years ago.

It comes from a girl he only got to know for three short months when he was in the sixth grade of elementary school.

…………………………………………

November 24th.

When the calendar turned to this date, Kitahara Sosuke originally just glanced at it and passed by. But for some reason, he always felt a little concerned about it. He thought about it during the morning exercise, and then thought about it again after practicing the sword.

After lunch, I passed it from my mind again.

"Kamino, do you know what day today is?" Kitahara Sosuke couldn't help but ask.

"today?"

"Yes, November 24th."

The old housekeeper immediately mobilized his memory - it wasn't someone's birthday in the family, nor was it an important anniversary. Could it be some major event that had happened in history? No, his young master didn't pay attention to this.

After a two-second pause, Kamino said: "——Today is Thanksgiving in the West."

However, they do not have the habit of celebrating this festival.

"--Thanksgiving Day?"

Kithara Sosuke shook his head.

No, not this either.

Or is it related to memories from past lives?

In this case, it’s okay if you can’t remember it for the time being. Leave it aside for a few days and the memory will pop up inadvertently.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal." Kitahara Sosuke put on his shoes and said, "I'm going out for a walk."

"yes."

Shenyedong stood at the door with his staff in both hands and watched him go.

The autumn wind blew, and the golden leaves fluttered down from above. Just as they were about to fall on Kamino Azuma's shoulders, Kitahara Sosuke flicked his hands and caught a golden ginkgo leaf between his fingertips.
Chapter completed!