I took out the key to the door and opened it, and Conan and I moved the demon moon into the house one by one.

"Put him here, there's something to drink in the fridge, go get it yourself if you want to drink." "Glancing at the blood that was still flowing from Demon Moon's neck, I frowned slightly, and after glancing at Conan, I chose to put Demon Moon on the bed.

Well, although it will stain the sheets, if you throw this guy on the ground at will, Conan won't agree to it anyway......

Well, there's ......

I looked at the silver-haired imp in front of me, who was in a coma but still had a wrinkled face, and pursed my lips slightly......

Judging from what Demon Moon said just now, this troublesome little ghost can't also be 'his' son, right? If it's really what I think......

Putting the demon moon on the bed, I glanced at Conan, who helped the demon moon hold down the bleeding place, I nodded, turned around and took out the medicine and bandages to stop the bleeding from the cabinet on the side, sighed, and resigned myself to begin to bandage the demon moon.

It is undeniable that I did have a chance to deal with the imp in front of me who wanted to kill me, but at the critical moment I suddenly changed my mind and temporarily gave up my plan to kill him, partly because I discovered the existence of Conan, but in fact, there is another reason.

In fact, if it is really like what I think, then this little ghost in front of me really can't be killed, although I have never heard the old guy mention it, but how to say that it is also the son of the old guy, I don't know the specific reason, if I rashly kill someone's son, it will be very troublesome to think about it......

After stopping the bleeding and fastening the bandage, my eyes stayed on Demon Moon's face, a scheming face and a face full of sunshine slowly emerging in my mind, comparing the frowning little face in front of me with the two, and I suddenly laughed......

Scold...... I didn't think about it before, but if I look at it this way, this little ghost is still somewhat similar to those two people, what should I say? It's really worthy of a family that doesn't enter the door, the eldest son looks like an idiot, and the younger son doesn't have a good personality, and they all like to cause trouble to others......

Squinting my eyes slightly, I secretly decided in my heart, well, if I have the opportunity, I really want to confirm with that old guy, whether it is his son or not, this little ghost's killing intent on me is not fake, just let him go, a little unwilling......

"Hey, what are you thinking? What, do you want to kill him behind my back?"

Just as I was thinking about what to do with this little ghost, a cold, slightly mocking voice suddenly came from my ear, interrupting my train of thought.

I turned my head to look at Conan, and turned my head sideways: "What, are you still angry? I said, am I so unbearable in your heart? so malicious speculation about me......"

"Hmph......" Conan turned his head and snorted coldly, not saying anything, but the distrust was overflowing.

Shrugging my shoulders and putting my things back in my hand, I asked him in a nonchalant tone, "Now, do you think that if I really want to kill him, just because you're there, you can stop me from killing him?"

"Kudo Night Whispers You ......"

"Kudo Yayu, how can you say that? You weren't like this before, how righteous you used to be, how kind you were, and even how you could ...... Are you trying to say this?Heh, stop......" Before Conan's sharp rebuke could be uttered, I interrupted him with a sneer, picked up the silver blade on the bedside table, spun it in my hand casually, and looked up, I looked directly at Conan, "Kudo Yayu?heh, I'm Mochizuki Night, okay?" Now, Conan, although it's a bit unsympathetic to say this, but, I still hope you don't think of me as the Kudo Night Whisper in your memory, no matter what I was like before the amnesia, more than ten years have passed, Conan, many things are different, can you guarantee that you are still the same Kudo Shinichi more than ten years ago?"

You can't guarantee it, no one can guarantee it, the so-called 'don't forget the original intention', heh, what is the original intention? Who will always remember their original purpose? Yes, maybe you will stick to a certain belief for a while because of one thing, but time can change everything, you know? All of us are no longer the immature children who did not understand the world and innocently believed that the good things in fairy tales must defeat evil, this world is very realistic, not what you think believes that evil does not suppress good, and evil does not suppress good.

Kudo's Night Talk?Kindness?Justice?Hum ...... Please, Detective, don't forget, I'm Mochizuki Night now, or you can call me Killer Cointreau, but I'm not the wonderful-sounding Kudo Nightshade you remember.

Or, the person in your memory, who has long since ceased to exist in the fire more than ten years ago, may not be able to take 10,000 steps back and say, even if I was a righteous person like you before, but since I entered the organization, I am no longer Kudo Night, but Cointreau as a killer, because since then, all my thoughts have been instilled in me by the organization, and the world you know is fundamentally different from the world I know, such a simple thing, don't you understand?

Actually, I wanted to ask Conan like this, but, for some reason, looking at the silent Conan, I suddenly had no desire to continue, so I was silent with Conan for a while, and finally I chose to admit defeat first.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it...... I clenched my fists, I didn't say anything, but walked into the kitchen, slowly poured the boiling hot water into the cup, looked down at the tea in the cup slowly stretched and floated, silent......

Recently, my mood swings have been really big, and I have become more and more unable to hold my breath, which is not a good phenomenon...... I can probably imagine what Conan wants to say to me, but every time he speaks, I can't help but interrupt him first, don't I want to listen?

You don't want to hear it......

As I said before, I can understand Conan's philosophy, and even, sometimes I am jealous of Conan's belief in the idea, people should always find something to rely on as the backing of their own soul in life, isn't it? Although in the face of this real and cruel world, such an idea will be frequently frustrated, but no matter how you think about it, having such a beautiful and innocent idea, I will feel very envious......

In fact, I also know that no matter what I say, the conflict of ideas between Conan and me will never go away, unless one person makes a change first, but is it a change? Although it is only two words, change is really that simple?

Sniffing the aroma of tea in the air, I took a deep breath to calm my somewhat troubled heart, I picked up a cup of tea and walked back into the house......

"Now, let's drink tea......" Handing the tea in my hand to Conan, I turned my head to look at Demon Yue, whose breathing gradually stabilized, and I didn't know what I wanted to express in my heart, but I just added lightly: "Also, since I didn't kill him just now, then I won't kill him again now." ”

Well, yes, just now...... What to do with the demon moon is still to be judged after talking to that old guy......

“……”

"Don't you drink?" After a while, seeing that Conan didn't mean to take the teacup, I turned my head and didn't say anything, just silently withdrew my hand: "Forget it, I'm ......"

"It's true that I can't guarantee that I'm still Shinichi Kudo from years ago, but, no matter what you say, I only know that the one standing in front of me at this time is still my younger brother who liked to drink tea many years ago. ”

The weight in my hand suddenly lightened, and the words in my ears were firm and powerful, I looked at the empty hand and was stunned, opened my mouth, but I felt as if I had nothing to say, and there were thousands of thoughts in my heart, but it finally turned into a chuckle of unknown meaning: "Huh...... Really?"