Just a minute before the explosion, in the Maori detective office across the street, Mustache was sitting at the dining table, tapping his fingers a little boredly. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

He frowned, looked down at his watch from time to time, and kept scanning the door, and after going on like this for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Why hasn't Hitomi come back yet?" ”

"Aha~ Maybe I met a beautiful little girl~" Conan squinted his eyes and complained very casually, and then received a fist on the head in the next second.

I saw the mustache dangling his arms from a long distance, and I didn't know how he could. Conan suddenly shouted indignantly: "Uncle, why are you beating me again!" ”

"Hitomi is learning from you now, remember how well-behaved she was when she first came~"

"Oh my God... This cheeky look is really worthy of father and son..."Conan covered his head, lowered his face deeply, and then looked up and said: "If you don't believe it, just open the window and take a look, how can it take so long to make soy sauce..."

The mustache glared at him, but he really stood up and looked downstairs through the window.

Xiaolan, who came out of the kitchen, happened to bump into this scene, shook her head funny, put the dinner plate on the table, and then rubbed Conan's head and said, "You, don't you know that Dad likes Hitomi the most?" ”

"What about Sister Xiaolan?" Inexplicably, Conan looked up and asked.

Xiaolan's expression was stunned, and her eyes wandered away unnaturally: "I also like Xiao Hitomi, just like I like Conan..."

Then he pretended to suddenly realize and added: "It turns out that Conan is jealous~?" ”

"It seems that Xiaolan really suspects Xiao Hitomi's identity..."The girl's clumsy acting skills did not hide from the young detective, the corners of Conan's mouth twitched, and he sighed secretly and said no more.

At this moment, the mustache suddenly let out a "huh", and then Conan saw the old man and exclaimed in disbelief: "There really is a beautiful girl!" ”

As soon as Conan wanted to laugh, he saw the mustache's face suddenly change and jump backwards, and then the next second a deafening "boom" sound came, and the glass of the office became shattered because it could not withstand the impact, and fell on the place where the mustache was standing just now.

Conan and Ran were also affected, falling to the ground in the shaking, and the food on the table was also shaken to the ground, and the house was in shambles.

After a while, everything calmed down, but the smoke in the air and the devastation on the ground made people feel afraid.

"It's... Was it an earthquake? Xiaolan rubbed her head and asked with a puzzled face, she didn't stand firm just now, her head hit the table, fortunately there was no big problem.

"No, it's a bomb!" Conan took a deep breath, and the strong smell of gunpowder penetrated his nostrils, making him want to cough. Then he looked up as if he remembered something, turned around and rushed to the window.

However, a figure stood in front of him!

I saw the mustache quickly get up from the ground, completely ignoring the glass residue on his body, and ran directly to the window to look down.

Several pedestrians were hit by the bomb on the street, but it didn't seem to be serious, and they all got up from the ground. An unrecognizable sedan collapsed on its side on the side of the road, a flame was ablazing, and only the charred exterior could barely discern the police car, the driver of which was clearly lifeless.

What made Mustache and Conan's eyes freeze was that in front of the small convenience store across the street, there was also a sports car that had apparently been bombed, dragging long scorched black marks to a little farther away, leaving only fragments of the car's body in its original location and mottled bloodstains.

There, that's where Hitomi was standing just now.

The mustache only felt that all the strength of his body had lost at this moment, and his legs could no longer support his weight, and then his butt collapsed to the ground. In the faint smoke and gunsmoke, he seemed to see the boy's smiling face a moment ago, and the corners of his eyes, which were very similar to his own, although he wore ugly glasses, were gently raised, and then called out "uncle".

Or perhaps, in the heart of this middle-aged uncle who has gone through vicissitudes and has long been accustomed to disguising himself with all kinds of smiles, the phrase "uncle" has become "dad" at some point, just like ten years ago.

"Hitomi !!"

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Miwako Sato finally reacted at the moment of the explosion, followed the boy's incredible strength, turned around and rolled, and rushed towards the convenience store with Maori Hitomi.

Behind them, the exploding light was like the most brilliant background, like the most thrilling and exciting scene in Hollywood, and in the gloomy gaze of a certain corner of the street, the two finally landed in the cash register, and they were in a hurry.

After everything calmed down, I don't know who finally couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, which instantly broke the temporary calm of the street, and then the crowd was full of people, and there were sirens whistling in the distance.

Sato's injuries were not serious, or the wounds on her back that were less than ten centimeters were nothing to her. Dusting off the dust very casually, her first instinct was to look at the little ghost with glasses, if it weren't for his reminder, she might have been like her own Mazda sports car, already in pieces.

Hitomi Maori was a little more optimistic than expected, and due to Sato's subconscious protection, he only had some abrasions on his face, and he was curled up in the girl's arms like a baby with his eyes closed.

"Hitomi-chan...? Are you okay? Sato shook him gently, and the kid's hand was firmly grasping himself somewhere, a little uncomfortable.

Maori Hitomi was a little dazed at the moment, and the violent sound and impact of the explosion made him still dazed, and there seemed to be countless flies making a "buzzing" sound in his ears. What made him even more embarrassed was that his current posture was dirty, one hand on the girl's chest, and his face leaning against the softness of the other, experiencing the fullness he had thought of before.

"Ahh It's okay..."Hitomi Maori's "old face" turned red, and he hurriedly left Sato's embrace, and then looked out of the house with palpitations, where it was already a mess.

The convenience store employee also ran over, hurriedly pulled the two up from the ground, and then said with a frightened face: "This... Is this a terrorist attack? ”

"No... It's just murder..."Hitomi Maori turned her face to look at Miwako Sato, the capable woman's eyes flickering at the moment, "And it's a deliberate murder against the Tokyo Police Department!" ”

Sato turned her face sideways, and at this time she was in a panic in her heart, and she could no longer think about the wisdom of this boy who was not suitable for his age. She looked into the distance, the previous police car had burned only the skeleton, through the charred frame, you could vaguely see an unrecognizable corpse inside, the only strong hand still holding the steering wheel, but it had long since left the body, swaying there alone.

She had seen many more tragic scenes than this, but she had never felt so distressed as she did now. Because she knew that the young police officer died because of herself.

My mind suddenly went back to three years ago, and the bombings that made the police lose face shocked everyone like now. And the face of the unforgettable memory, with the roar of the Ferris wheel in the sky, disappeared from her sight, leaving only the text message that was never deleted.

She clenched her fists quietly, and red blood gushed out of the wound, slowly flowing down her shoulders and arms, and finally dripped on the ground, "popping", like blooming gorgeous flowers.

"You're finally back!"

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Mori Kogoro rushed down the stairs and was confronted by the wreckage of the police car. The close-up view made it easy for him to spot the body inside, which made him even more nervous, and after just a brief glance, he ran to the other side, muttering incessantly, not knowing whether he was praying or talking to himself.

Stepping on the red shards that had fallen from the sports car and some mottled oil stains, the mustache stood in front of the convenience store in a daze, because he couldn't see the boy at all. As far as the eye could see, except for the occasional dripping of blood on the side of the road, only the convenience store clerk was slumped on the shelves, smiling like a cry at himself.

He remembered that just a few minutes earlier the boy had been standing here, pulling a girl out in the blinding light.

But what about people?

The mustache suddenly had a lot of thoughts in his heart, he was afraid that the kid would disappear into his world again, he was afraid that he would never see him again before he personally figured out the identity of the kid, he was afraid, he hadn't heard him shout "Dad" in person.

So he burst into tears, so he called hoarsely, and the word "little pupil" lingered in the dead and silent streets for a long time, falling in everyone's ears, like a desolate song, like the most desperate call.

Then a few crows were startled.

"Uncle...?"

Just as the mustache was sitting on the ground in a decadent manner, talking to himself, he heard a call not far behind him.

He turned his head slightly, only to see that Maori Hitomi's face was dirty, there were obvious stains on the trouser legs and the corners of his clothes, and a small hand was still being held by a very temperamental girl, who was looking at him stupidly.

"You stinky boy!" The lewd uncle blinked and burst into tears, and then hit Hitomi Maori the head, like a whack-a-mole.

Then he couldn't hold back any longer, and in the boy's surprised expression, in the warm eyes of Xiaolan behind him, he hugged him tightly in his arms.

The end of the sunset at dusk, accompanied by the brilliance of rice ears, fell on the backs of two people, one large and one small, like the most precious oil painting in the Louvre.

The title of the painting is "Father and Son".

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