Detective Conan's Exchange

"Is it a god's masterpiece? Or is it destiny? Or is it just a longer dream that feels more real?"

Huanye raised his head and looked at the sky, but there was only a patch of gray in the sky.

Now this year, it is very difficult to see the pure blue sky.

"But in the final analysis, life is a dream. When you wake up from the dream, there is nothing left!"

It's just that there is hell in this world. People will go there when they die. They should still be able to remember everything at that time, so it's not nothing but everything that is alive. It has nothing to do with them anymore.

"What is there in the depths of hell?"

Huan Ye raised this question again, which should be a very important question for him, so it must be clear.

"Since I don't say anything, I'll go and see for myself!"

Suddenly thought of this, and the magic night also directly put into action.

People will have a sudden whim, without considering any consequences, just do what they want.

Of course, in life, there is no need to think about so much, and there is no need to think about so much.

As far as ordinary people are concerned, their life span is only 70 years or so, and some are even shorter. In this short period of time, a lot of time is spent thinking about things that are not necessary. Is it wasteful?!

So Huan Ye went straight to hell.

The hell of this world is actually not much different from the human world. The same is that there are people living there, the same is that there are countries, cities, and so on. People who come here don't seem to know the fact that they are already dead.

Just seeing all this, Huan Ye couldn't help but be a little confused.

"Are the people here dead, or the people up there?"

Life and death become a little fuzzy at this moment.

What is a dead person and what is a living person? This may also be a question worth considering.

But Huanye didn't entangle this kind of problem, but rushed towards the deepest part of the so-called hell, although he didn't understand where the deepest part of hell was.

Legend has it that there are eighteen layers of hell, and there are also the so-called Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, Sanshengshi, and even Ten Temple Yama, Meng Po, Black and White Impermanence, Judge, Bull Head Horse Noodle and so on.

But except for Wangchuanhe, Huanye didn't see anything.

Wangchuan River is the river that passed when entering hell.

It seems that no matter who it is, whether it is dead or living, even if it is an existence with Yin and Yang eyes like Huan Ye, if you want to enter hell, you have to come from Wangchuanhe.

This may be one of the rules of heaven and earth.

But the eighteen layers of hell, Huan Ye seemed to have not seen it.

Anyway, he just kept walking, walking, walking, walking...

Then, there is no more.

Huan Ye came to a place where there was nothing but the earth and the white fog that made people unclear.

There is really nothing, no water, no life, no sound, and nothing.

But here, it seems that it is still not the deepest part of hell.

However, Huan Ye had already stopped moving forward, just standing there, looking at the direction that should be in the depths of hell, but could only see a vast expanse of white, nothing else. , Even the mental power cannot be probed.

"Just go in like this, it seems a bit dangerous!"

Huan Ye looked at that side and was silent for a long time.

In the end, he turned around and left here.

Sometimes, knowing to give up is something a smart person should do.

But what Huanye didn't discover was that after he left, there was a bunch of white objects in this area where there was nothing, which seemed to be formed by the condensation of the white mist.

Gradually, there seemed to be a "dongdongdongdongdong" heartbeat, breaking the silence of the world...

Data 0005

The night is never seen, and the world is always just the sight of the setting sun.

Ai sits in the corridor outside, with a basket of cherries next to it, just looking at the sunset scenery like this. Although he has seen it many times, perhaps Ai wants to see something different from it.

Inside the house, the old woman was still working, and the squeaking sound of the loom kept ringing.

Everything seems to be the same as usual.

But I don't know when, but the old woman spoke.

"It seems that the teenager went there anyway!"

It seems to be emotional, and it seems to be talking to love.

But Ai is only eating cherries there, she seems to like this very much.

After a long time, love finally speaks.

"Big husband?"

"This can only be said to be his catastrophe. After it has passed, he will be reborn from the ashes. If he can't make it through, that's it.

After saying this, the old woman didn't continue to say anything.

Love did not ask too much, still watching the sunset in the distance, although this sunset will never really fall.

...

When people make mistakes in judgment, if they know they are wrong and immediately correct them, then there will be nothing.

But sometimes for the sake of so-called face, or other things, but have to continue the wrong inferences, so they commit unforgivable mistakes.

This kind of error may soon be known, or it may never be discovered by anyone. There are too many secrets in the world. As the person who knows dies, no one will ever be able to answer it.

But no matter what, the retribution will come sooner or later!

What is retribution?

No one may be able to explain this issue clearly, but as long as the bad guys are unlucky, perhaps it can be understood as retribution.

However, there are always some people in this world who are always laughing at other people's misfortunes, as if he himself is very lucky.

But people are born just to wait for death.