Of course, Su Mo didn't give him a WeChat ID, in fact, she didn't even remember her ID number. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Those eventful years, those people and things that were once thought to be remembered in my heart, have slowly flowed with time and gradually faded away.

She only remembered that her name was Su Mo.

She only remembered that his name was Anyang.

Maybe there are many sadder stories in this world that I don't know if it's real or fictional, but for Su Mo, who doesn't belong to this world at all, she will always be the loneliest person. She has many companions and has done "great things" that many people can't achieve in a lifetime, but in the end, she has never integrated into this world.

Fortunately, she is finally no longer lonely.

Listening to the slight breathing sound of the "brother-in-law" on the other end of the phone, Su Mo gradually returned to calm from the initial excitement, she didn't know what attitude to use to face him before, and she cried with joy? Or a hasty escape?

Now, however, she felt she had the answer.

So she took a deep breath and responded with heartfelt indifference: "I don't remember." ”

"Huh?" An Yang's voice seemed very surprised, he was very sure that "Angel" was his fellow countryman, and asking people about their WeChat accounts was just a way to reveal their identity, but he didn't expect that "Angel's" mood did not fluctuate in the slightest, and there was no joy of "seeing fellow countrymen, tears in their eyes".

Although Anyang, who used to be omnipotent, has returned, he still has a lot of things he didn't expect.

For example, the "little sister-in-law" who he never forgot even if he was reborn also traveled to this world with him and met in the best passing years;

For example, he thought that "Angel" was alienated and indifferent, but he didn't know that the girl was in a room across the road, bursting into tears......

"Is there anything else?" Su Mo asked softly, because a little effort would reveal her thick nasal voice.

Anyang's excitement disappeared completely. I can only say: "It's okay, I just want to thank you, and by the way, ask you about your next plans." ”

"You don't have to worry about this, anyway, it won't be long before you become 'Hitomi' again, what's the use of telling you?"

"Well, but I..."

"Let's do it first. Before you can't protect yourself, I advise you not to get too close to Xiaolan. In addition..."Su Mo paused for a moment and hesitated: "Be careful of Shuichi Akai..."

Then "Piaji" hung up the phone and threw himself the fluffy pillow.

Belmode had been listening quietly from the side, and when Su Mo's expression began to become wrong, she understood who was on the other end of the phone. But what she didn't expect was that what she thought was a happy and happy ending like a fairy tale ended in such a bland and boring way.

"Why didn't you tell him the truth?" Sister Bei was a little surprised, so she asked directly.

Su Mo shook his little head. I just lay quietly on the bed, looking at the distant sky outside the house.

There are no poems and fields, only a clear and endless blue sky, like her desireless state of mind, like another redemption for herself at the end of her short life.

Finally, she still spoke quietly, with a little remorse and helplessness: "I don't have many days to accompany him." And why let him lose everything again..."

As she spoke, her scarlet pupils winked at the silver-haired woman: "Just let me be a real 'Mary Sue'~"

……

An Yang sat on the sofa in the dining room in a daze. Holding the phone he had just hung up.

Xiaolan saw that her brother was a little distracted, and asked a little strangely, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, it's just a cold ass on a hot face..."An Yang shook his head, but no matter how he looked at it, he looked very lost. Then he frowned and said, "You have to pay attention to safety these days, and spend more time with Angel if possible." ”

"I know~ Don't underestimate others, my karate is very powerful!" The girl wrinkled her nose. Swing a few fists in the air.

Once, she always hoped that she could protect her brother when she grew up, so she went to learn karate. However, at this time, this skill, which is almost full, has become a way to be coquettish in front of his brother.

She glanced back at the garden and Sato who kept looking around. Leaned into his brother's ear and asked, "Do you have something to do in the afternoon?" Going on a date? ”

"What do you think!" An Yang couldn't cry or laugh, and knocked Xiaolan's head: "That police flower is in a big trouble, I have to help her..."

Saying that, he paused, looked at the girl's bright side face and smiled: "I'll go home for dinner in the evening." ”

A smile instantly bloomed on Xiaolan's face, and she almost didn't throw herself into her brother's arms: "Really? That's great! But Daddy, he..."

"Hide it from him first, and then talk to him when he is completely recovered. Besides, I'm going back as a 'little pupil'..."An Yang rubbed his head, the tingling sensation was becoming more and more obvious, and his body temperature began to rise gradually.

Xiaolan clenched her fists exaggeratedly: "Hmm... So, can I take you to a bath? ”

Anyang's old face flushed, and then pinched his sister's nose: "Speaking of which, I just remembered, it seems that someone once took a bath with Conan?" ”

“……”

"Tut-tut, hot spring bathing~"

“……”

"It is said that Conan has been bleeding from the nose since then~"

The girl finally couldn't bear to be shy, and instantly transformed into a humanoid mecha: "Is FBI amazing?!" I'm fighting with you! ”

Although she said this, she quietly snuggled in her brother's arms, where there was a long-lost warmth, and a hug that had been worried for ten years.

……

When the reluctant Xiaolan was dragged back to school by the garden, Sato finally sat down with An Yang.

The look of the police flower boy shoes was not the slightest impatient, and he took a sip of coffee gently, then looked at Anyang and asked, "Do you know Kudo Shinichi?" ”

An Yang raised his eyebrows: "I've heard a little, why are you asking about this person?" ”

"Since you said you want to protect me and want to cooperate with me, you can't tell me nothing~" Sato glanced at him with a playful expression: "Listen to the young lady of the Suzuki family, Kudo Shinichi seems to look very similar to Conan?" ”

"It's all relatives~"

"That's it..."Sato looked left and right at no one, and then leaned into Anyang's ear like a thief, but the words that came out startled him: "But I think you are also very similar to a child named 'Hitomi'?" ”

"......" Anyang pointed at himself blankly: "Me? Who is Hitomi Ko? ”

The police flower boy pinched his chin and looked at it carefully for a while, and then waved his hand halfway: "It's okay, that kid is much cuter than you~"

An Yang continued to look dazed.

Although I met the police flower girl shoes very early, whether it was Mao Li Hitomi after amnesia or Anyang now, in fact, he only treated Sato as an ordinary policeman, and it was only now that Anyang began to truly identify with her in his heart. Such delicate thoughts, as well as peace of mind in the face of unknown enemies, are enough to put most male police officers to shame.

Anyang doesn't know if Sato knew Conan's true identity in the original book in his previous life, but now he has to be more cautious, otherwise more accidents are likely to happen.

However, just as Anyang was deep in thought, Miss Sato secretly laughed next to her, like a fox who had won a bargain.

The two then began to analyze yesterday's attack, and Sato also carefully recalled all the cases he had handled recently, but he still had no clue. The only thing that caught Yasuyo's attention was that Sato had lost his wallet two days before, in the elevator of the Tokyo Tower bombing.

"Is there any dignitary secret in your wallet?"

"How is it possible, it's just a few photos, and I can't even stuff my police ID..."

"Oh? Whose photo? ”

"It's your business!" Sato's face suddenly turned red, "My father's photo!" ”

"Cut, I think there might be a picture of my ex-boyfriend, right?"

“……”

……

In the underground parking lot of Fuji TV, a young and sexy woman is humming a song and walking triumphantly towards the car.

It was already early afternoon, and she shouldn't have been so easy as a frontline reporter, but because of the nationwide live broadcast of the Tokyo Tower bombing, she suddenly became a radio star, and finally said goodbye to frontline work and was only responsible for column reporting.

Of course, she never thanked the kid named "Hitomi-chan" and the officer Sato. Because in her heart, all of this comes from her own grasp of opportunities.

"It's really difficult, the director and the president of Honda have invited me to dinner, and I don't know who to promise~" Even if there was no one around, she was talking to herself like a show off, and then laughed more and more happily.

And in a black sedan beside her, a voice suddenly came out: "Miss Yami? ”

Masami was taken aback, and after concentrating on it, she realized that it was a man whose face she couldn't see clearly. He hid in the shadows, and only faintly saw his deep, bright eyes.

Yami wanted to scold, but her face softened after seeing the car clearly. It's not that the car is expensive, just a Chevrolet C-1500, but Tokyo is extremely strict about vehicle control, and she instinctively feels that people who can drive such a big pickup truck on the streets of Tokyo are basically either rich or expensive.

"Who are you?" Yami politely nodded in greeting, already thinking that if the other party wanted to sign an autograph, then she could just make friends.

The man didn't answer, but looked at her quietly for a while before asking, "I don't know if you remember, did you pick up a wallet in the elevator of Tokyo Tower?" ”

Masami's face instantly became ugly: "What do you mean?" ”

"You can think about it slowly, it's about a lot of people's lives, including yours."

The man's indifferent tone made Masami froze, and she subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but then the cold metal pressed against her forehead, making her almost incontinent on the spot.

"It seems that I can only help you seriously recall..."

……

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Shorts and short sleeves sat at home and caused a cold, and yesterday I went out to blow the wind again, and it started with a cold, and today it turned into a fever. I slept groggily in the afternoon, went to hang water after dinner in the evening, and arrived home at eight o'clock.

Ahem, ahem...

Look, how sick I am... (To be continued.) )