Detective Conan's Exchange

Only the dead can be called heroes, and the living will never be heroes.

Huan Ye's hand gently stroked her soft hair.

It was a very good touch, maybe in the future, I will never be able to touch it again.

"Live well, don't do stupid things!"

The damned person is not Misaka Mikoto, so he won't let Misaka Mikoto die.

Moreover, Mai Ye Shenli may be right, he really likes her.

He didn't know when it started.

But the most likely thing, perhaps, was that day, after Misaka Mikoto insisted on running [-] laps, she showed that smile, and that sentence.

……

"Because I am, Misaka Mikoto!"

……

It was a very bright and dazzling smile.

It was a smile that made Huan Ye feel ashamed.

It was the most sincere and beautiful smile without any impurities.

"Soon, it will be over!"

Huan Ye said so softly.

Then, turn around and leave.

It's time to go, time is running out.

Misaka Mikoto looked at the back of Huan Ye leaving, and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But after all did not say it.

Suddenly, I felt that there seemed to be something more on my face.

Slowly raised his hand to wipe it, and found it was a little wet.

"Is this tears?"

Maybe so.

But will she shed tears for Huan Ye?

And why cry?

"Obviously, that's just a bastard!"

……

In the evening, the 10032nd experiment was carried out on time.

Accelerator, Misaka No. 10032, meet at the scheduled time and at the scheduled location.

Then, the experiment officially started.

Misaka No. 10032 used all her strength and new methods, but she still couldn't do any harm to Accelerator, but she was seriously injured.

Lying on the ground panting heavily, staring at the night sky with seemingly lifeless eyes.

Tonight, the stars are twinkling.

But maybe, she will never have the chance to see it again, because her life will soon end here.

Death is not terrible, because of memory sharing, she has experienced various ways of death.

However, when the moment of death came, there was still a little different feeling.

Perhaps, this is nostalgia for being alive.

Really, are you going to die?

Well, let's die.

but……

"You can't just give up like that!"

A boy's voice came over.

Accelerator, who was walking towards Misaka 10032, stopped in his tracks.

Misaka No. 10032 also turned her head and looked at the visitor.

It was a teenager, wearing a white T-shirt, white pants, white shoes, and a white coat.

The boy looked to be about seventeen years old, and boys of this age were generally sunny boys.

"It's a weirdo."

Misaka 10032 muttered to herself.

But this news spread rapidly in the Misaka network.