Oda Sakunosuke left the Armed Detective Agency and stood on the busy street, feeling a little confused, which was unusual for him.

He somehow came to this world he had never been to before. Even though it was the same Yokohama, many things were different.

For example.

Oda Sakunosuke took a look.

For example, there is one less nicely decorated little bookstore on the street—the only one that has remained open since the incident broke out.

...What's the matter?

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it blankly, and the ahoge on his head curled itself up into a ball in confusion.

After a while, he looked up as if he sensed something and saw Dazai Osamu standing in front of him.

"Dazai...? Aren't you coming over?"

"Ah, after thinking about it, I still want to - really want to - eat curry with Odasaku." Dazai Osamu stretched out his voice and smiled as if he was acting coquettishly.

"But Odasaku is in the exact opposite place from the curry shop - I searched for a long time!"

Oda Sakunosuke remained silent, and then said, "Well, I'm sorry, Dazai."

He raised his face, and the sunlight that had come down at some point naturally covered his face. His burgundy hair seemed to shine brightly in the sunlight.

But Dazai always felt that he would just go away with the sunshine.

"Because there is always a feeling in my heart."

Oda Sakunosuke tilted his head slightly and looked towards Dazai Osamu, his eyes seemed to be filled with guilt, but when Dazai Osamu's heart skipped a beat and he looked closely, the color seemed to be simply warmth.

“I always feel that if I don’t look at it again, I will never see it again.”

The burgundy-haired, decadent-looking man said this in a calm tone.

And these words seemed to trigger a switch, and his body began to disintegrate.

“?!” Dazai Osamu’s pupils contracted, and his arms seemed to reach out to grab it ahead of his reasoning.

Indeed caught it.

As Dazai Osamu felt the solid warm skin in his hands, the scene of being dumped in the bar this morning emerged in his mind. However, soon, another picture that was deeply hidden in his memory but still clear to this day covered the scene of being dumped.

——That was the face of Oda Sakunosuke enduring pain and death.

Blood, bandages, a gray face, the words of those who urged him to save people, the dim afterglow on the ground, and the cold abandoned warehouse.

In an instant, all the doors were blocked.

He has always been unwilling to forgive Sakaguchi Ango. Is he angry at Sakaguchi Ango's actions?

Maybe, but he also knew what kind of person Sakaguchi Ango was, so in fact, it was not so much that he hated Sakaguchi Ango for indirectly or directly causing Oda Sakunosuke's death, but rather that he hated himself for not being able to save him in time.

Dazai Osamu's malice towards himself may be far greater than his malice towards the world.

He grabbed Oda Sakunosuke's arm, but he found that Oda Sakunosuke's body seemed to collapse faster.

How is that possible?!

Dazai Osamu's heart skipped a beat, and even though doubts arose in his mind, he immediately opened his door and held Oda Sakunosuke's hand.

He took a deep breath and looked at his friend again.

"Are you leaving, Odasaku?"

When the voice came out, Dazai Osamu was even a little surprised.

Speak in a calm tone and steady intonation.

No one could tell how much turmoil was in his heart.

"Don't you want to tell me something, Odasaku?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Dazai Osamu.

This is a completely different person from the boy a few years ago. The boy has grown up, is taller and has a calmer temperament.

He should be a very reliable adult.

However, at this moment, Oda Sakunosuke seemed to see a child who was expecting something but was unwilling to admit it, but whose eyes were already fixed on that thing.

But he couldn't give anything like that.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Dazai Osamu hesitantly, wanting to imitate what he used to say to fool the children.

"...Next time, for sure."

After saying this, Oda Sakunosuke completely disappeared into the void, leaving only a few glittering energy remnants in his place.

Dazai Osamu looked at the few star-like remnants expressionlessly, then lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

Just now, it was this hand that grabbed Oda Sakunosuke and accelerated the collapse of his body.

...But he had clearly verified it before and it was not a supernatural power.

——

"Conan, you must do your homework well today!"

At the end of school, at a crossroads where a group of elementary school students, each no taller than 1.4 meters tall, gathered, the person who said the above words was a short-haired girl in a red dress.

With a serious expression, she held onto the straps of her schoolbag with both hands and said to the boy in a blue suit in front of her in a very emphatically tone, "We are the Junior Detective Team!"

"Yes, yes, as young detectives, how can we not complete our homework?" Another slightly thin boy with small freckles on both sides of the nose also joined the team to condemn Conan.

"That's right!" The boy next to him, who looked particularly strong compared to the thin boy, also echoed.

"I know!" The boy who was being criticized had delicate features and a pair of thin-framed black glasses on his nose, which vaguely showed his future handsome appearance.

Looking at the trio that was finally sent away, Conan silently closed his eyes and thought sadly in his heart.

Why would a high school student like him do this kind of questions that elementary school students can easily solve at a glance...

"Do your homework well, Edogawa." The brown-haired girl who had remained silent before now walked towards him with a teasing tone.

"Hey... Huibara, even you..." Conan stared at the red dots flashing on the ground with his half-moon eyes and couldn't help but complain, "I'm just a high school student..."