Hattori Heiji's heart skipped a beat, a little panicked. This line wasn't right: "Brother, don't mess around! Calm down! Think about Ran! Although... uh... she's temporarily been kidnapped by that guy, we can still get her back! Think about your parents, think about your beloved Sherlock Holmes, he would never commit suicide!"
"Home? It's almost gone to Yuzuru Nanami. Mom? She doesn't recognize me anymore. Now... I have nothing left..."
Shinichi Kudo's voice carried a despairing calm.
The motorcycle was throttled almost to the floor, speeding along the overpass like an arrow, startling other vehicles into swerving to avoid it, with horns blaring and curses filling the air.
"You still have me, Kudo! I'm your best friend!"
Hattori Heiji clung tightly to Kudo Shinichi's waist, his face pale with fright. The wind was so strong he couldn't open his eyes, and he felt like he was about to fly away.
Shinichi Kudo: "So... I called you today."
Hattori Heiji: "???"
Is this how you treat your brothers?!
This isn't how you share the burden!
I'm still young, I don't want to die!
"Kudo! Stop the car! Stop the car now! I want to get out! This isn't the way back to the professor's house!"
Hattori Heiji screamed in terror, his voice trembling.
However, after a series of setbacks, the great detective seemed to fall into a self-destructive state and became completely deaf to everything.
The green motorcycle, like a green ghost, traced a dangerous, deadly path on the overpass.
All that remained were Hattori Heiji's piercing screams, carried away by the wind, and the desperate roar of the engine, playing a tragic song called "The Detective's End".
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