"What's wrong?" Kudo Yusaku was sensitive to Kudo's emotions and was the first to ask about it.

Was it a revelation? But considering Kudo's previous behavior, he probably never celebrated his birthday... No, maybe he never celebrated his birthday like this.

"..." He opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to deny it, but no sound came out. He looked up at Kudo Yusaku and hesitantly told the truth, "I thought of a sister."

Kudo Yusaku looked at him gently, as if encouraging him to continue speaking, and as if telling him: Don't be afraid, I'm listening.

As long as you are willing to talk, I am willing to listen.

Kudo felt like he was conveying this message.

"I...but she's dead." As if encouraged by that look, Kudo slowly spoke out what he had just remembered.

His tone was so calm that it seemed as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. However, if one looked closely, it seemed that the calm tone was mixed with some of the deepest sorrow.

Because no matter what, it is impossible to treat 01 like a stranger, of course, and Ayang as well.

There is no doubt that they were all Kudo's best partners.

Kudo Yusaku acted as if he was listening attentively, and the expressions of the others were also serious. Everyone was listening attentively to the boy's story.

The black-haired boy paused and said, "She died because of me."

"I caused this situation."

His tone was very light, so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, but it was firm.

It was like a hammer sentencing oneself to death, just like that...without hesitation.

No one spoke and there was silence in the room for a while. Then Kudo spoke again and briefly recounted his past.

He skipped over all the painful and sad past in a few words, but expressed his own mistakes in great detail, as if he was afraid that others would not know what he had done wrong.

After saying this, he sat quietly, his eyes fixed on the patterns on the wooden table, like a prisoner waiting for trial, obedient and silent.

But unlike the criminal, Kudo did not seem nervous at all. Instead, he looked calm, as if he already knew the outcome.

Of course, the reason why it is "seemingly" is because...

Conan looked at the man's hands clenching the corner of his own clothes, his eyes half-mooned.

Here, look, his fingers have turned white from being pulled so hard, you can imagine what kind of emotions he is feeling.

He was nervous, but he had to pretend to be calm. He looked like a cat that was afraid of being abandoned but couldn't let go of its pride. Moreover, he was the kind that came forward actively while panting.

That's so... foul.

Sighing, Conan moved over and held Kudo's hand tightly, and when people looked at him, he smiled widely, pretending to be young and without any psychological pressure.

"These things have nothing to do with you!" The elementary school detective reached out and patted the back of his hand, with an expression that showed that he shared the same hatred and hatred with him. "It's all the fault of the evil Black Organization!"

Kudo Yusaku gently rubbed the boy's head, his expression gentle and with a father's earnest words, "Shinichi, you have to know that there are many things in this world that we cannot do. You don't have to attribute all the things you can't do to your own mistakes, because the world is so big, and the growth of all things cannot be controlled by one person."

The man bent down and looked at him as an equal, with tolerance in his eyes, "Shinichi, we are all just a speck of dust among the countless stars. We can't do everything perfectly, which is why we are called "human beings"."

"No one will never make mistakes, but on the other hand, no one will always make mistakes either." Kudo Yusaku smiled at him, very warmly.

"Shinichi, you need to learn to find excuses for yourself. You are not a god, right?":，，.