Done! ... I have it with me ... Here in my pocket! ... Finally a trace of the men in black! Now all we have to do on Professor Agasa's computer is ... examine the floppy disk!
With a satisfied and determined smile, Conan, walking by Ran's hand, was on his way home from the New Baker Hotel. It had started to snow easily. The snowflakes fell gently to the ground when Ran thoughtfully drew his attention: "Tell me, Conan," she began hesitantly. He looked up at her. She had stopped.
"What is it?" He asked considerately.
"So when people fall apart at some point," she asked worried: "Will the love between them also go somewhere else at some point?"
He looked at her with wide eyes.
Tired of waiting, Ran put her head back: "Just waiting for so many days", sadly she paused for a little while before continuing: "It's not necessarily the real thing."
“He'll be back soon, then you won't have to wait any longer. And you don't need to be afraid, Ran, that he might forget you one day. You just have to believe me. You know, I-I'm quite sure about that, "Conan tried to persuade her with an cheering smile.
With tears in the corner of her eye she looked down at him: "If you could be Shinichi sometimes, that would be great."
Neither of them said anything for a short while.
Until Ran pulled himself together with a brave smile: “Oh, I'm just talking nonsense again. Just don't listen! ", And wiped the tears from the corner of his eye with his hand.
Ran ... this is not nonsense! I ... I really am ... He gritted his teeth: No! ... I am not allowed to say it ..., the shrunken Shinichi bowed his head. At Ran's hand he went on: Until I figured out the organization! ... until it is destroyed! ... As long as I can tell you ... the truth about me ... No! ...
Suddenly Ran stopped. She still had tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Hm?", Surprised the shrunken Shinichi looked up at her and followed her fearful gaze.
He was frightened: a man dressed in black opened the door of a phone booth on the roadside and stepped out. His short hair was covered with a black knitted hat. While the phone booth door closed, the man lit a cigarette. Then he slowly turned his head. Having become attentive, he looked at the high school girl with the child through his green eyes.
You are ..., it shot through the little detective's head ...

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*Annotation:
As surely recognized, this prologue is based on (the last scene) the last episode broadcast on German television: "The evidence left behind in silence, Part 2".