Qinghai Chuantang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to admit it so generously.

She coughed lightly, "It's not too early, let's go home early and rest." ”

"What about you?"

"Me? Of course I'm going home. ”

Amuro was silent for a moment.

He proposed, "Why don't you go to my house?" You are now injured and have some mobility issues. ”

"That's not good, is it?" Qinghai Chuantang hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "Then let's set off now." ”

You don't look like you feel "not very good" at all......

"MAISON MOKUBA, TROJAN CONDOMINIUM ...... Wasn't this place burned down before? ”

Qinghai Chuantang whispered to himself. It seems that the apartment where Okiya lived before was also called this name. It's just that after the apartment was burned, he moved to the Kudo Shin family, saving a lot of rent.

However, judging from the appearance, although the name is the same, it does not seem to be the same apartment.

"Huh? What are you talking about? ”

Amuro didn't hear clearly, but felt a little puzzled, because the other party's expression was a little strange.

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head and fooled the other party, everything just now was just his auditory hallucination.

Amuro didn't ask, but said, "If you have to go upstairs, it may be a little inconvenient......"

As he spoke, he hugged the other party, Qinghai Chuantang didn't react for a while, and instinctively hooked the other party's neck with his hand, afraid of falling.

He laughed and said, "You seem to be a lot heavier than before." ”

Heavy is a word that at least sounds much better than fat. But Qinghai Chuantang does not look like two hundred pounds, and its figure can be said to be just right, because it has a physique that eats and is not fat, so it has always been between not fat and thin.

"Can it be the same then as it is now?"

The first time he carried himself, it was twenty years ago.

"yes, we're all grown up now."

You seem to be the same as before, and I have something more important to guard.

Zero..... Favorite Zero......

He remembered what the other party had said, but he could only silently say in his heart: I'm sorry.

They didn't speak to each other.

When he reached the ground, Amuro gently lowered her. Then he took out the key from his pocket and turned the door lock while asking, "Actually, I'm also a little curious, what is the note you gave me?" Of course, it's okay not to answer. ”

He was just a little curious.

“partner。”

She answered the other party's question without hesitation.

Receiving such an answer, he couldn't help but pause.

"Face it together, solve it together. I think I should be enough to walk with you. ”

Even, they can be side by side with you and entrust their backs to each other.

"Tang."

"Thank you."

It turned out that there was only one bed in the house. So Amuro gave up the bed to her very gentlemanly and slept on the sofa himself.

The setting of the single bed is destined to accommodate only the next person.

Qinghai Chuantang's heart is actually a little guilty. Working four jobs, physically and mentally exhausted, it was hard to sleep peacefully, but it was disrupted by myself.

"Good night."

Finally, Qinghai Chuantang said softly.

Good night.

Amuro didn't speak, but he responded to the other party in his heart.

When Qinghai Chuantang woke up early in the morning, he smelled the aroma of food.

On the sink, disposables are placed. It looks like it's always at home, and it's like it's ready for a long time.

Qinghai Chuantang brushed his teeth while observing the surroundings.

Although it was carefully cleaned, it still left traces. It shows that he didn't live here alone before, and other people often came.

Perhaps, it looks very intimate.

After washing, Qinghai Chuantang put on a full of vitality and said "good morning" to the other party with a smile.

It's just a breakfast, but it has a delicate feeling, and there is no perfunctory meaning at all. Compared to when she was at home, she casually ordered a bowl of noodles to deal with things, and she felt that Amuro seemed to be more suitable for the term "wife...... No, it should be more accurate to say that it is a "human husband".

"I'm sorry. I'm going to work at a coffee shop today, so I can't send you back. ”

He had an apologetic look on his face, as if he had done something wrong.

"It's good to keep your distance in the sun."

Loved ones, friends, family...... As long as you care about it, it can become a well-known weakness. Pretending not to know may be more like a form of protection.

Both for oneself and for others.

"That's right."

Amuro nodded, agreeing with the other party's statement.

Just as Qinghai Chuantang was about to pick up the sandwich and put it in his mouth, there was a knock on the door, and a man's cautious voice called in a low voice: "Mr. Descendanthu." ”

It's a bit of a coincidence.

Qinghai Chuantang held a sandwich in his mouth and ran out of the window. Then he jumped from the second floor.

"Hey—"

Amuro yelled quietly and hurriedly ran to the window to check. I saw the other party standing on the ground well, looking like no one, and waved at him with a smile, signaling that he was leaving.

Like a thief.

He chuckled and turned to open the door.

Because, there are more important things waiting for him.

After Qinghai Chuantang quietly left, he found the building that was on fire before. A cordon has been set up here, and there are some people who eat melons and are talking about something.

The "Judge of Fire" Hisaku Nojima has been arrested, so why is there still a fire?

Was it an accident, or was it man-made?

Thinking of the cigarette butts of the previous SMW5 store, it can be inferred that in addition to Hisaku Nojima, there was also a person who set the fire. And last night's accident was done by that person.

The cigarette in shop 6 was smoked and DNA could be detected from it, while the cigarette butt in shop 5 was just lit.

Explain that the prisoner does not smoke.

"Quicklime, weather forecast, and deliberately covered with a box. The prisoner is obviously imitating the modus operandi of Hisaku Nojima. But who will the prisoner be? No one saw any strange figures nearby......"

Qinghai Chuantang walked over to find a sound, only to see Conan squatting on the ground, looking at a pile of things that had been burned, and fell into deep thought.

It was raining yesterday, and the quicklime reacted with the water, and the flames slowly spread upwards, eventually turning the room into a sea of fire.

Coincidentally, when she called 119, she learned that someone was already one step ahead of her and notified the fire truck to come.

If we can find that person, we may be able to learn some clues from him.

"It's not clear who the imitator is, but I may have some clues."

"Huh?"

Conan turned his head in some surprise and looked at the other man.

Looking down, he saw the bandages wrapped around the other man's feet. When I thought of hearing someone say that someone saved a child last night and was injured, I instantly understood something.

"Big sister, did you see who the prisoner was at that time? Or rather, do you remember any characteristics of the other person? ”

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"At that time, I only saw the fire, I heard the cry of the child, and I didn't see anyone else. However, when I called 119, I learned that someone had contacted the fire engine. If we can find that person, we might be able to get some clues. But ......"

As soon as the words changed, Qinghai Chuantang looked at his eyes, as if he was exploring something: "You are a child, don't get involved in this matter, it's very dangerous." Moreover, with the presence of the criminal police, I believe that another prisoner will be caught soon. ”

"But!"

Conan was in a hurry.

Qinghai Chuantang approached him and whispered in his ear: "Unless, you are not a child anymore." Right...... Shinichi Kudo? ”

Conan's pupils contracted suddenly, and a feeling of fear and fear instantly spread throughout his body.

His feet were like lead, and he couldn't move at all, and he felt as if he was fixed there.

"But for now, I should still call you Edogawa Conan."

Conan looked at her, looked directly into the other party's eyes, and his tone suddenly became serious, not as "Edogawa Conan", but as "Kudo Shinichi", and asked, "Who are you!" ”

Perhaps because of the high volume he raised, some passers-by were attracted by the sound, and they became the target of onlookers.

Conan realized that he was too excited.

After calming down, he also figured out that the other party would not be a member of the black-clothed organization. If she were, she wouldn't be here in the open and swaggering. If she was the case, she would have dealt with him immediately after learning the news that Kudo Shinichi was still alive.

Moreover, if it is a person from the black-clothed organization, how can he save a child he doesn't know regardless of his own danger?

But for Qinghai Chuantang, Conan has not yet reached a place where he can be trusted. And the identity and purpose of the other party still need to be investigated.

"Let's talk somewhere else, after all, I'm not used to being looked at."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and turned to leave, heading to the SMW4 store.

Conan hesitated, but chose to follow.

Speaking of which, this SMW cake shop is really a bit tragic, and the No. 6, 5, and 4 shops have all been murdered one after another.

Qinghai Chuantang thought that Akakawa Aoi was just the manager of the No. 6 store, but he didn't expect that SMW Cake Shop was actually his.

A pastry chef who is well-known in the industry sounds a bit like a romance novel. It's just that this kind of character design is a typical male partner, commonly known as "the second male who will never get the heroine", which is really tragic.

"Welcome. Do you need anything, tiramisu? ”

Aoi Akakawa smiled with a smile that didn't come across too enthusiastically or professionally. The tone is gentle, like coming to the house of a long-time friend and asking you "what do you need to drink".

"Yogurt mousse, I want to change the taste once in a while. Conan, what do you need? ”

Qinghai Chuantang looked down at him.

"I—I don't need it......"

Seeing that the other party asked for his opinion, he was somewhat surprised.

"Then two servings of yogurt mousse, thank you." After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang looked at Conan again: "I said before, I will invite you children to eat next time, but I didn't break my promise." I've already invited you for your share, and the rest of the children will wait for the next time we meet. ”

Qinghai Chuantang deliberately chose a corner position to sit down, which is relatively hidden, so you don't have to worry about other people to disturb you.

She smiled and comforted the other party: "Don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you." ”

With that, she took out a pocket watch from her bag and handed it to Conan.

It was she who prepared it carefully.