The Epic Legend of White Moonlight

Is there really a way?

Watching his departing figure, Hiroki Sawada murmured to himself, a thought flashing in his eyes.

From the moment he started this project, he never imagined he could escape from the servers here.

It could be said that from the very beginning, they were already heading towards death, with no intention of continuing to live, and then being used by those despicable adults.

That was true at first, but now, after hearing what the detective said, he suddenly wanted to live a little longer.

Looking to the future, I wonder if my kind of AI will be able to appear openly and legitimately in the world.

Even AI couldn't think of any way to escape.

Thinking of this, Hiroki Sawada sighed, "Hopefully there's a way."

Passing through the light curtain of the stone gate.

Fujino opened his eyes and found himself back in the press conference venue, now in the game pod.

The lights in the venue came on, and through the glass, he could see that the game pods around him had all been opened, and wealthy parents were holding their children, creating an atmosphere of joy and laughter, as if they had survived a disaster.

Fujino withdrew his gaze, stepped out of the game pod, and opened it.

"We're all out!"

"It seems Sherlock Holmes has successfully captured Jack the Ripper!"

"The real world is definitely better."

The little ones then climbed out of the game pod and reunited. Ai Haibara stretched and followed them out of the game pod.

"Fujino- Senior, you must have caught Jack the Ripper, right?"

After leaving the Sonoko, she moved closer to Fujino.

"It was indeed Fujino -Fujino Senior's Sherlock Holmes who led us out of the game..."

Ran's game pod was also here. After she came out of the game pod, she heard Sonoko's words, hesitated for a moment, and sighed, "It's just that Sherlock Holmes jumped off the cliff with Jack the Ripper in his arms... instead of catching him."

"Well?"

Sonoko exclaimed in surprise.

"Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes dead?"

"How so..."

"I never imagined he would sacrifice himself."

The children were momentarily stunned upon hearing Ran's words. After all, they had only recently been appointed to the Baker Street Detective Team, and they still had feelings for Sherlock Holmes.

"Sacrificing himself for the victory of the game, that's definitely Sherlock Holmes' style."

Ai Haibara followed behind, glanced around at the group, and fixed her gaze on Fujino: "But isn't the real Sherlock Holmes right in front of us?"

"That's right, there's no need to be so down. After all, Sherlock Holmes is Fujino Senior."

Sonoko didn't gain anything, so she wasn't interested in Sherlock Holmes. She just felt that Sherlock Holmes was only using Fujino's body and was still Fujino in the end.

"But if we're talking about the most heartbroken, it has to be Sherlock Holmes's apprentice, right?"

Ai Haibara turned around and glanced at a certain disciple of Sherlock Holmes: "Speaking of which, this person hasn't said a word since coming out of the game."

"No way!"

Conan rubbed his eyes. "I'm just a little disappointed that I didn't catch Jack the Ripper myself!"

"Oh, is that so?"

Ai Haibara crossed her arms and said, "I wonder who it is that keeps calling me Sherlock Holmes so affectionately."

"Snort..."

Conan turned his head away, ignoring the fake loli who was teasing him.

Honestly, how could you tease him at a time like this...

Believe it or not, he'll burst into tears right there and then.

"After all, he was Sherlock Holmes's disciple."

Fujino moved closer to Conan, squatted down, and patted Conan on the shoulder. "If you want to cry, just cry."

Conan: "...??!!"

He was taken aback by what he heard, his small eyes filled with confusion as he noticed the blind spot.

He then asked Fujino with some suspicion, "Weren't you replaced by Sherlock Holmes? How do you know what he said?!"

"Ah, I have indeed been replaced, but that doesn't mean I can't see the screen."

Fujino explained in a low voice, "As the owner of this body, I could see the contents of the game from beginning to end."

"What?!"

"Hmm, Sherlock Holmes's apprentice or something."

"What?!!"

After hearing Fujino's veiled words, Conan's expression became quite interesting.

Now they're actually starting to use Mr. Sherlock Holmes's words directly to their faces and go all out. What will happen in the future?

He could already foresee that Fujino and Haibara, those two, would be inhuman and use this joke to tease him!

However, since Fujino was able to see it, that means he became a disciple, and was also... by Irene...

"Depend on!"

Conan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Suddenly, he felt that something strange had been mixed into his fond memories.

"Yes, keep it up, my disciple!"

Seeing that the other person's expression had suddenly become much gloomy, Fujino smiled and encouraged him, "Even if it's just a game, as Sherlock Holmes's disciple, you should inherit Sherlock Holmes's will and continue on this path!"

"Hehe..."

Conan, whose thoughts had been interrupted, gave an awkward smile, feeling a bit embarrassed and pained.

Forget about walking, all he wants now is to find a rope and hang himself!

But then he glanced at the face of Sherlock Holmes that he had seen.

He couldn't help but recall his fond memories with Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

As I thought about it, I started to feel sad again.

He lowered his head and began rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

Suzuki Sonoko noticed Conan, who had been smiling but was now almost crying, and asked him a question with a strange expression.

"Maybe it's because he's too heartbroken."

Ran thought for a moment, then sighed, "After all, she had just become Sherlock Holmes's apprentice, and then she watched her master die together with Jack the Ripper..."

"Yeah, that must be really uncomfortable."

Fujino, who was standing to the side, stood up and nodded silently. "Maybe this is what they call wanting to cry but having no tears."

General Mike, once said in the documentary "The Legend of the White Moonlight":

"The broken moonlight is not scary; the moonlight that remains in our memories is the most painful."

Memories of youth always trap people in the past. The 17-year-old may never forget the 20-year-old. The 17-year-old in the memories only becomes more and more beautiful as the memories become fragmented, until finally becoming perfect and flawless, becoming a figure that even the present cannot replace, to the point that just standing there, he wins.

People in memories are always the most perfect, Fujino thought, it would be better to leave Conan with some unforgettable memories.

By directly pointing it out, the intended meaning is lost.

Now he can imagine that one night in the future, the shrunken Great Detective will suddenly recall the memory of Sherlock Holmes jumping down with Jack the Ripper, and then secretly take out some baijiu from the liquor cabinet, wrap himself in a blanket and wipe away his tears.

It can only be said that the destructive power of a longed-for, unattainable "white moonlight" in one's memories is far more terrifying than an ordinary lie.