"Hmm... It's so full. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Yoko Okino put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the tissue, rubbed the corners of her mouth gracefully, and then showed a touching smile to Narumi.

Chengshi bit his chopsticks, swept the little breakfast left on the plate with a dull gaze, and looked down at most of the rice porridge left in his bowl, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness in his heart......

Why did you invite her to breakfast, she only made one person's portion. Why do you want to pretend to be a gentleman, wouldn't it be good to eat up the breakfast before she moves her chopsticks......

"Mr. Chengshi, are you not feeling well?" Yoko Okino saw all the changes in Narumi's expression, and there was a smile hidden in her big bright eyes.

"No... I'm fine, um... Very good. ”

Chengshi drank white porridge silently.

"Mr. Chengshi, your reasoning yesterday was really eye-opening." Yoko Okino held her chin with her hand and stared at Narumi's face, "If it weren't for Mr. Mori and Officer Twilight calling you 'Dr. Narumi' yesterday, I would have thought of you as a cook... Ahem, what about the detective! ”

Chengshi: "......"

"Speaking of reasoning... I recently happened to take on a TV series called "The Coercer in the Dark Smile", and the director was looking for a famous detective to be the plot consultant for the TV series. While Yoko Okino said this, she was also paying attention to Chengshi's reaction.

"Oh..."Unfortunately, Cheng Shi only gave a perfunctory response, and didn't seem interested in this matter.

"Doesn't Mr. Chengshi like reasoning?"

Cheng Shi shook his head after hearing this.

"I thought Mr. Chengshi was also a mystery enthusiast."

Listening to Yoko Okino's words, Serumi's mantra "There is only one truth" immediately came to Shinichi Kudo's mind......

Pretty secondary, isn't it?

Seongmi suddenly felt that he could paraphrase Kuroba Kaito's phrase - if the clever criminal was an artist, then the detective was at best a nitpicky critic.

Detective or something, I'm not interested at all......

As a national idol-level star, Yoko Okino naturally has a full schedule, and after chatting for a while, Yoko Okino said goodbye to Chengshi and returned to her apartment.

After Chengshi cleaned the dishes, he wanted to stay at home and watch a movie for a while, after all, for him, the movies in this world are still strange and novel.

But who would have thought, Cheng Shi had just turned on the computer, and the doorbell rang again.

"Who?" Chengshi walked to the door, leaned forward as he asked, and looked out through the cat's eyes.

"It's me." Conan stood in front of the door and replied with a blank face.

"Another homicide?" Cheng Shi was stunned.

"......" Conan choked on Chengshi's words, and his little face turned red for a while.

Chengshi opened the door, and Conan walked in with a dark face, looked at Chengshi from the corner of his eyes and asked, "What did you mean by what you just said?" ”

"You understand, so why bother asking." Chengshi took out the juice from the refrigerator, poured it into the cup, and handed it to Conan.

"You!"

"Chilled juice."

“…… Thank you. Conan took the juice, took a sip, and his face changed suddenly. He swallowed the juice in his mouth with difficulty, coughing and asking, "This... What is it? ”

Chengshi held the boxed juice in front of Conan's eyes and shook it lightly, "Original imported durian juice, how does it taste?" ”

Conan tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Your hobby is really special..."

"I bought this juice with the mentality of trying it, and after taking a sip, it felt hard to drink, so I kept it in the refrigerator." Sung Shi explained with a smile.

"And now you're going to bring it out to me?" Conan's forehead twitched.

"I thought you'd like it."

"......" Conan took a deep breath and warned himself in his heart that he must be calm and must not be provoked. Then, he suppressed the emotions in his heart, a serious look appeared on his little face, and said in a calm voice: "I came today to ask you something. ”

"I choose to refuse."

Conan: "......"

"Just kidding, don't mind. And, I know what you're trying to ask—" Chengshi smiled, but his smile only lasted for a moment.

"I think I have made it clear in my letter, however, that each of them had committed an unforgivable crime, and that now all three of them had been duly punished, and the result was very satisfying. Why do you have to dwell on processes that don't make sense? ”

Chengshi stared at Conan, with an indifferent look on his delicate face.

His appearance made Conan feel cold and annoyed.

"Pointless process!? That's three lives, all caused by you! ”

"If you're here today to continue this boring topic, then the conversation between us can be over." Oblivious to Conan's angry gaze, Seongsil placed the juice box lightly on the coffee table, his voice clear and cold:

"To put it mildly, if your family is burned to death, you are left alone, suffering alone for more than ten years of loneliness and pain."

"Ask yourself, if what I assumed had happened, would you still be able to deal with your enemies with the way you are doing?"

"I ......" Conan opened his mouth hard, looking like he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and fell silent for a while.

"Is there anything else? It's getting late, and if there's nothing to do, I'm going to rest. ”

Conan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look out the window, the bright sun was hanging high in the sky, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You seem to hate me very much..."

"Well, you're a high school detective, and your instincts are really sharp."

Conan: "......"

After hesitating for a moment, Conan bit his lip and said again, "Chengmi, why do you think I'm Shinichi Kudo?" His voice sounded a little apprehensive.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."

“！” Conan was stunned for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders self-deprecatingly, "And say I'm a detective, how do I think, you can always detect my inner thoughts." ”

"Chengshi, since you have affirmed my identity, aren't you interested in why I became the way I look?"

Detective, what kind of fuss are you making with this resentful tone... Even if you say that, I won't have a hot brain and fight with you against that dangerous black-clad organization......

After nearly ten seconds of silence, Narumi finally spoke, his voice tinged with determination and worry, as if he had made some major decision: "Kudo..."

"Hmm—" Conan nodded expectantly and solemnly.

"Xiaolan called you home for dinner."

Conan: "......"

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ps: I didn't update because I didn't think about what to do this holiday.

Also, I had my fingers clubbed when I slept, and it was so uncomfortable to type...... The egg hurts.