[Conan Doujin] Let's become smaller together · Part 1

The author has something to say: Alright, at the critical moment, the third person came out to turn the tide_(:з」∠)_

Shortly after Miyano Shiho disappeared into the ticket gate, the train departed.

The flow of people began to be noisy and surging again, as if nothing had happened just now, not a pale woman who couldn't even hold change passed by, and no strange phone calls came.

"Then, little brother." Then a person wearing a light-colored windbreaker squatted beside the little boy standing behind Miyano Shiho, and asked, "Do you know which station that sister is going to?"

"Huh?" The little boy looked at the man suspiciously, and replied in a low voice, "I don't know."

The man seemed to understand what he was thinking, just took out his ID from his breast pocket and shook it, then explained with a slight smile: "I saw her faltering, as if something was going to happen. Not a bad guy.

The little boy tried his best to identify the Chinese characters he knew, and then let go of his guard and said: "I didn't hear clearly, but she read it like yu or something. That sister's face is very ugly, and she is sweating all the time. If you If you follow, please let her go to the hospital to have a look."

"Yu, de..." The man stood up thoughtfully, looked at the place names on the ticket vending machine, and gradually understood what was going on.

"I see. Arigado! Boy~" the man quickly thanked, and then ran out of the rice flower station with long legs.

"Xiong Tai! It's time to get in the car, what are you doing standing there!!" The man who was holding his youngest son yelled at the little boy who was standing there blankly, looking at his watch from time to time, as if he was in a hurry.

"Oh!" Xiongta came to his senses immediately, and rushed towards his father, still confused.

Didn't that person, the person who asked him the question, want to follow that big sister?Why did he get out of the station instead of catching the tram?

PM3:48 Yuppori Station, Arakawa-ku, Tokyo

"Yuguri, Ximuli~" The tram stopped slowly, and the familiar radio sounded, Miyano Shiho pursed his lips and stood up.

The tram stopped very steadily, even the plastic bags placed on the ground by the passers-by did not move, but Miyano Shiho seemed to be shaking it a little bit.

While waiting for the door to open, she silently looked out the window.

Arakawa District is an industrial area, and there are not only factories but warehouses nearby.The buildings of the same height are as neat as building blocks, and they are arranged like containers on this piece of land that was originally farmland, so neat that it is full of smoke and dust.

The flow of people in the industrial area was low, and it was not off-duty time. At this moment, she was the only one standing in front of the tram on the Tokyo Loop Line.

And the station outside the door was also empty, which was completely opposite to the people coming and going at Mihua Station.

An inexplicable desolation invaded her heart, as if she would bid farewell to this bustling world as soon as she stepped out of the tram gate.

The tram of death, the tram leading to death, or the tram leading away from death.

Who knows.

Miyano Shiho collected himself and walked out of the tram door.

Then what to do?Miyano Shiho looked around blankly.

The tram behind has already honked its whistle and left quickly, and what you can see when you turn around again are factories spread out along the scale of the old farmland, towering chimneys that spew black smoke, and no one walking on them. walking path.

Occasionally, large trucks carrying goods came or went roaring past, but they never stopped.

Very prosperous, very barren.

"Ring, ring, ring..." A bell suddenly rang somewhere in the station, and Miyano Shiho was so startled that he hurriedly turned his head to see that it was the public phone booth at Yuppori Station.

She walked over, stretched out her hand tentatively, and stopped in front of the microphone.

The moment her hand stopped, the phone stopped ringing.

Then it rang again.

"Moshi Moshi." Gathering his mind, Miyano Shiho answered the phone call which was obviously for her.