Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

At that moment, Conan also ran over and saw Fushiguro Jinji walking into the flames.

"Asou-gege!" Conan shouted from behind.

Fukugoro threw Hirata Kazuaki into the sea of ​​fire, his lips twitching.

Seeing the other person's appearance, Conan instantly understood what was going on.

A bad feeling rose in his heart. Was he going to...?

I grabbed the sheet music and rushed into the community center.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru stood there indifferently, the firelight illuminating his face, his white hair fluttering in the hot wind, his icy blue eyes unusually calm, something seemed to be shining beneath his eyes, perhaps tears, as if an angel had killed a demon, but because he was stained with blood, he had also become a demon.

"Asou-gege," Conan said, holding up the sheet music, "you must live well on your own. This is your father's wish."

“My name isn’t Aso Satoru, it’s Gojo Satoru.” Fushiguro Jinji took the drawing manual and put it in his pocket.

Five?

Conan was taken aback, his expression somewhat complicated.

Because his father's wish was for Aso Satoru to live a good life.

So, should we change the name to Gojo?

After learning that there were four murderers, he resolved to kill the four demons.

But having been stained with demon blood, he too became a demon.

Four lives, plus your own, isn't that exactly five?

Gojo Satoru did so partly because he wanted to fulfill his father's wish and did not want to die under the name Aso Satoru.

On the one hand, is it that you don't want to live with yourself stained with blood...?

"This can't be done, Aso-gege! This isn't what your father expected!" Conan shouted.

"..." Fuhe Shen didn't know what to say in this situation, nor could he understand what Conan was saying. He could only walk to Conan's side, squat down, and say a famous quote from Sherlock Holmes, "You know, when the law cannot bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge is the most noble thing to do at this moment."

Conan was stunned. He didn't know what to say or how to refute it.

“That’s not good.” Conan hesitated for a moment, then said, “Brother Aso, justice will always prevail.”

“If you were in that situation, you wouldn’t say that.” Fukushiro stared coldly at Conan; he hated ‘serious arguments’.

Justice delayed is not justice; it is merely the truth.

Fukushiro picked Conan up.

"What are you doing?!" Conan struggled to get up.

"Steamed Egg, go back. This isn't a place for you." Fukushiro threw Conan out the window.

"Asou-gege!" Conan, after falling from the second floor, landed headfirst, stood up as if nothing had happened, and shouted at the firelight.

Flames blocked every exit, but one could still vaguely see Asou Satoru watching him from afar...

It seemed like they wanted to say something, or perhaps something else entirely...

The fire raged even more fiercely, wreaking havoc without mercy, and thick smoke continued to billow out from within.

It's as if it's burning Conan's heart of justice.

at this time.

Asagi Shinji was staring blankly out the window at the burning community center.

Why did he do that with that flame?

for money?

Is there any chance of survival under such flames?

He suddenly remembered what Gojo Satoru had said to him, let's just say it was for the sake of justice.

Whatever it may be, at least at this moment, in Asami's heart, he is the supreme justice.

Asagi was feeling very annoyed. He distanced himself from the crowd, went into the woods, sat on the ground, and looked at the moon in the sky.

Having avenged his great grudge, what are his goals for the future?

That person...it seems they'll never come back.

It seems the other person isn't coming back...

Pat...pat.

The sound of footsteps crunching through leaves rang out, and Asagi Shinobu slightly raised her head.

A tall, aloof man was standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Black eyes, slightly messy hair, and a somewhat ferocious-looking scar at the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, that's huge..." Asai Narumi was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Who are you?"

“Fukuguro Jinji, of course, you can also call me Aso Satoru.” Fukuguro Jinji said jokingly with a smile on his lips.

"Mr. Gojo!?" Asagi was somewhat bewildered.

That's not scientific. Even if the other person is in disguise, why would their skeletal structure change if they were in disguise?

Compared to this tall man, Gojo Satoru's frame was incomparable, except for his height...

"Hmm." Fuheshen took out the sheet music from his pocket and tossed it to Ma Shengshi. "The sheet music your father left you."

"Thank you..." Asano Minoru clutched the sheet music tightly, her eyes fixed on Fushiguro Jinji. "Although gratitude is not enough to express my feelings right now..."

Fuheishen: "..."

What, are you still thinking about fencing with him?

"To be honest, you really didn't need to push yourself so hard and put yourself in danger," Cheng Shi said softly. "Watching those demons go to hell is enough for me..."

Although he had planned to perish in the flames, he never expected that the man would actually do it.

“This isn’t something you can decide.” Fuheshel smirked. “Remember to transfer the money to my account.”

“Okay.” Narumi nodded heavily. “However, most of it is in cash. As you know, there are no banks on the island yet.”

Fukushi nodded slightly, and then followed Narumi to the other party's clinic.

When he saw the other person handing him a thick wad of banknotes, Fuheishen's black pupils trembled a few times.

He took it, counted it, and found it to be at least 20 million yen.

Depend on!

It's much more than what Gin, that nose-picking bastard, gave.

"You have a good income?" Fuheshen put the cash back into his pocket, but actually put it into the Ugly Treasure (storage space) inside his body.

"It's alright, I guess." Narumi scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly. "My parents left me a private clinic in Tokyo, and the income is pretty good, about tens of millions of yen a year."

“Very good.” Fuheshen nodded. “If you need anything in the future, come to me. I’ll occasionally take on some cases.”

"Mr. Gojo, are you a detective?" Narumi's eyes lit up when she heard that.

“You can just call me Shen’er from now on.” Fu Heishen sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. “Let’s just call me a detective for now.”

“I think so too…” Narumi pursed her lips. “He’s a righteous and kind detective.”

However, the last sentence was said in my heart.

"I'm a little hungry now." Fuheshel looked around. "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, please wait a moment, I can cook." Cheng Shi pushed open the door and went outside in a few steps. Then, as if remembering something, she stopped at the doorway and poked her head out. "Shen'er, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

“No.” Fuheshner shook his head.