The Subaru Forester wagon was speeding on the highway, and outside the spotlessly clean windows, the trees and bushes were rapidly receding.
It was 10 a.m., and exactly three hours had passed since we set out from Tokyo.
It was hot outside the car. Under the direct sunlight, the ground temperature reached 40°. The asphalt road ahead was hazy, as if it was placed on an iron plate, with heat waves slowly rising out.
but...
The temperature inside the car was just right, and the air conditioner kept sending out cool air, completely dispelling the summer heat.
“Ha~~~”
Hattori Heiji, who was sitting in the back seat, yawned loudly, rubbed his eyes, and asked in a muffled voice:
"How long will it take..."
From the initial excitement to the subsequent calm and low periods...
The novelty of the journey had completely worn off, leaving only suffering.
Maintaining the same posture for a long time in a small space not only makes your legs sore and numb, but your body also becomes much stiffer.
He now just wanted to get to Nagano Prefecture as soon as possible, or get off the bus and move around.
"Nine more hours."
In the front row, Miss Miyano, with a thick book on her knees, was concentrating on reading the words on the pages, and she didn't seem to be dissatisfied with the boring journey:
"Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
"Um..."
Hattori Heiji nodded.
Hearing this, Sakaki Makoto took out his detective badge and said into the microphone:
"Mr. Maori, please stop at the next service area for a while."
This is the badge Conan gave him before getting on the bus. He said it can be used as a walkie-talkie within a certain distance and it was also invented by Dr. Agasa.
You know what, it’s quite useful.
"OK."
Kogoro Mori's reply came from the detective badge.
To the south of Tokyo is the endless bay, and to the north are dense forests with layers of mountains.
Especially the highway that was built outside the city is sparsely populated.
At the beginning, there were a few cars going the same way as us, but as we went along, they disappeared and we went our separate ways.
The sunlight shines through the window, sprinkling on Miss Miyano's body, giving her a layer of fluorescence. Her serene expression makes her look like a literary girl immersed in a sea of books, which is very suggestive.
Occasionally, Sakaki Makoto suspected that she would tear off a page of the book and put it in her mouth to chew.
But she didn't do that.
"I'm reading Norwegian Wood, written by Haruki Murakami."
She whispered:
"Everyone has a forest in their heart. Those who are lost will stay lost, and those who meet will meet again. It's really well written, isn't it?"
"Oh, it's Toru Watanabe."
Sakaki Makoto smiled silently:
"That's the depressed male protagonist who likes to hang out with women."
“Do you like this book?”
"...I can't say I like it."
Shaking his head, Sakaki Makoto looked straight ahead, his expression unchanged:
"This book is very realistic, but it's not the type I like..."
"Especially the protagonist's character who goes with the flow and is indecisive."
"Well, you're not an indecisive person."
Miss Miyano nodded slightly:
"You are a person who will do whatever you want to do. If you were the protagonist of this book..."
"Maybe they'll storm into the asylum and kill the doctors."
“Haha, that’s right!”
Smoking in a closed car would have a strong smell, so Sakaki Makoto held the cigarette in his mouth and never lit it. After hearing what Miss Miyano said, he laughed heartily and said:
"If you like someone, you have to be brave."
"Putting your hope on others will not make them change their minds."
"You can't run away from trouble. As long as you work hard, it won't be so painful in the future, right?"
With a slight smile, Miss Miyano stared at him with her ice-blue eyes and asked:
"Do you regret it?"
Sakaki knew what she wanted to say.
If I had given up on Miss Miyano...
You will not be involved in the disputes between the Black Organization, the FBI, and the Metropolitan Police Department. The sky is high and the sea is vast, you can go wherever you want.
but...
Holding Miss Miyano's cold little hand, Sakaki Makoto said very seriously:
"I believe..."
“This is the best decision I have ever made, so…”
"I have no regrets."
Hattori Heiji, who was sitting in the back row, heard the entire conversation that happened before. The corners of his mouth twitched and he got goosebumps all over his body.
He took out his earphones, plugged them into his phone, and started playing music so that he wouldn't have to listen to the whining sound of the dog-beating stick.
Half an hour later, a Subaru Forester station wagon drove into the service area and stopped outside the gas station.
After driving for more than three hours straight, it would be a lie to say I wasn't tired.
As soon as they got off the car, Hattori Heiji and Conan went straight to the toilet, while Sakaki Makoto walked to the smoking area and lit the cigarette that had been in his mouth for a long time.
The cicadas in the mountains chirped one after another, and the wind blowing through was extremely hot.
After a while, Maori Kogoro also came over:
"Mr. Sakaki, I think it's getting late. How about we take a break at the service area and have lunch?"
“Good idea.”
Sakaki Makoto glanced at the midday sky and agreed with the suggestion.
Miss Miyano pulled out a paper bag filled with bento from the back of the car.
This was made by her and her sister early in the morning. It contains tuna sandwiches, croquettes, plum rice balls, vegetable salad, boiled shrimps, etc., enough for 6 people.
After lunch and a short rest, they set off again.
After a morning of familiarization, Makoto Sakaki became more and more adept at driving right-hand drive.
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