In the early morning, with a glare of sunlight, I reluctantly opened my eyes, and as far as the eye could see, it was a clean and tidy room...... Except for my kennel.

"Pain, pain, pain, pain......" I got up suddenly, and a sharp headache accompanied by a dizzy and dizzy feeling of confusion made me lie back with a "bang".

Ah, by the way, I had a drink with Garriff last night......

I rubbed my head, still full of memories of what happened last night.

Yuan Tai was chased and killed, and then Garriff jumped out to save the scene, and then I went to the restaurant with him, and then ...... What's going on?

I scrutinized my memories, and I didn't remember anything other than vaguely remembering that I seemed to have said a lot.

So...... How the hell did I get back?

"Are you awake, wake up quickly, Xiaolan has already prepared breakfast, just wait for the reverse meal!" the door opened, and Conan's head suddenly came in and said to me.

"Just woke up, that ...... Can I ask a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"I ...... yesterday Well, yes...... How did you get back?" I lowered my voice as much as I could, and asked Conan in a low voice.

"Oh, yesterday, it was the man who walked with you who carried you back," Conan recalled, a smile full of meaning on his face, "Xiaolan knows it, you can ask for more blessings." ”

With that, Conan shrank his head and flashed out.

Bastard, I can't finish talking, Xiaolan knows, what the hell does she know? Do you know that I went out to drink in the middle of the night and got drunk? This is not good!

Leaning out of the door, I cautiously dodged out the door, trying my best to minimize my presence, and after washing up, I made a low profile to the table without saying a word.

Xiaolan sat at the table with her eyes closed, as if she was unaware of my arrival, but the terrifying pressure had scared me so much that my heart and liver were about to jump out.

"Ahem, little ghost, do you have anything to say?" Uncle Maori said as he coughed twice and glanced at me.

"That...... That one...... Today's breakfast is so delicious, Sister Xiaolan is so fat!" Oops, I was so nervous, I wanted to say "great"......

The low pressure is about to turn into a tsunami, hey!

The sound of "Xiaohui ......" with its own air-conditioning effect makes Xiaolan look extraordinarily like a royal sister.

"Sister Xiaolan, I was wrong!" decisively sat down, anyway, it's not the first time I've used this trick, what's the use of the festival?

"Xiaolan knows everything about you yesterday, and it's too late for you to apologize now. Conan whispered into my ear.

What?!Does Orchid really know that I'm drinking?Damn, Conan doesn't know how to cover it up for me, I've helped him so many times before.

But now is not the time to entangle with Conan, I was in a hurry, so I simply let it go and lowered my head, and at the same time, Xiaolan also opened her mouth with me.

"Sister Xiaolan, I won't dare to get drunk next time!"

"Xiaohui, you came back too late yesterday!"

Huh?

Xiaolan and I were stunned for a moment at the same time, Xiaolan's eyes narrowed, and the breath on her body just now was like a knife, and suddenly a black gas came out to an almost visible degree: "Have you drunk?HOHO~ My Xiaohui actually became a bad boy when I didn't know it?"

Conan, you cheat me!

I turned my head to look at Conan in anger and saw that this bastard was actually drawing a cross for me!

"No way! I'm not! I don't!" I shook my head like a rattle. This kind of thing must not be admitted, and if I do, I will die!

"Oh, can you tell me how the hell got drunk?"

Xiaolan's sneer is a bit infiltrating, but this question is not difficult for me at all, and it belongs to the question of sending points.

I straightened my chest and declared to the few people present in an extremely proud tone: "I can't hide it, I'm allergic to juice, and I will get drunk when I drink juice!"

For the first time in my life, I felt that the setting that I would get drunk when I drank juice was really good, so I quietly wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist, and looked at a few people proudly.

"Do you get drunk when you drink juice?" said Xiaolan, looking at me with suspicion in her eyes.

"Of course it's true, if you don't believe it, ask Officer Sato, she knows!" "I'm so witty, people's desire to survive can really work miracles sometimes."

"Don't bother. Xiaolan smiled slightly, turned around and walked to the kitchen, and after a while, brought a glass of orange juice and put it in front of me.

"Drink, if you can get drunk, I'll take your word for it. Xiaolan's expression told me very clearly that she didn't believe my nonsense at all.

Drink it, who is afraid of whom!

I picked up the orange juice and dried it in one gulp, and then the sky began to shake without any surprise.

"Sister Xiaolan, don't move, my hangover yesterday is not good, I look dizzy when you move like this......"

"No, I'm really drunk!"

Xiaolan's unbelievable voice sounded so cute.

"Cut!"

Conan, you bastard, don't think I'm drunk and I can't hear you......

"Xiaolan...... Sister...... I'm a little dizzy, I'll get some sleep first, and I'll trouble you later...... Wake me up because ...... Still...... Go to school, hiccup!"

After barely saying this, my face came into close contact with the table, which was so hard that it hurt.

"Ah, you stinky boy, you've knocked over my wine glass!"

Uncle Maori's angry voice rang in my ears, but it seemed to be far away.

Uncle, in the morning, don't drink, it's not good for your health. Well, it feels so comfortable to float and sink at the same time......

......

"Oops!"

I don't know how long it took, but I woke up suddenly, only to find that I was no longer in the house, but on a Shinkansen train. Conan and Uncle Maori sat opposite each other by the window, looking boredly at the fleeting scenery outside, while Ran sat across from me, sitting with me in the aisle.

Yes...... Huh?

Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do?

I'm a little confused by the high-speed train, and if I'm not mistaken, I'm still at the office table, right?

"Ah, Xiaohui, you're finally awake!" Xiaolan's crisp and pleasant voice made my brain a little clearer.

"Sister Xiaolan......" got drunk twice in a row, it was really uncomfortable, I always felt that my stomach was still a little upside down now, no matter what, if she didn't compensate me this time, I would never forgive her!

"I'm sorry, Xiaohui, I shouldn't have disbelieved you. Xiaolan folded her hands, made a pitiful look, and apologized to me: "I really didn't expect that a glass of juice can make you drunk like that, can you forgive my sister?"

"Forgive me!" really, it's so cute to make people angry.

"Really, Xiaohui, you're so nice!" Hearing my words, Xiaolan showed a surprised expression and hugged me into her arms.

Warm fragrance and warm jade, fragrant like orchid, happy ......

"Cut!"

Conan turned his head and snorted again, drawing my attention back again, and the familiar snort seemed to have happened once not long ago.

Good boy, dare to pit me, let's count the new and old hatreds together!

"I like Sister Xiaolan the most!" I hugged my backhand and filled Xiaolan's arms!

"Really, Xiaohui is such a coquettish child, so cute!" Xiaolan dotingly stretched out her slender jade finger and scratched my nose, not noticing anything wrong.

Hey, hey, little sample, fight with me!

I smug myself and looked towards Conan, but when I looked over, I saw a hideous face that looked like a demon.

Let go of Xiaolan, or I'll kill you!

Conan's vicious gaze made his thoughts unabashedly clear to me, and jealousy had made the man unrecognizable.

"Boom!" my little liver let go of my hand and laughed dryly.

Well, after all, it's my brother's girlfriend, just tease him, I've always been very brotherly. Scared or something, absolutely nothing......

"Sister Xiaolan, where are we going?" In order to hide my embarrassment, I had to provoke a new topic to Xiaolan.

"Hakone. ”

"Hakone, what are you doing in Hakone?"

"Ah, you came back too late yesterday, and you didn't hear us talk, but in fact, Dad received a letter from Mr. Kuroki Jiro, a disciple of Hayagawa Shizuyama, saying that Hayaga-sensei seems to have suicidal tendencies, and asked Dad to go to Hakone to have a look. Xiaolan explained to me with a smile.

"Hayakawa Shizuyama?Kuroki Jiro?" I turned to look at Conan.

"My teacher is a well-known Japanese painter, and when I came to Tokyo for an exchange meeting, I seemed to have a good conversation with my uncle. Conan said lightly while looking at the scenery outside the window.

"I see, but let's go to Hakone now, what should I do at my school?

"Really, Xiaohui, you're in a daze. Xiaolan looked at me with a smile and a smile: "Today is Saturday, let's go to Hakone for a day, and go back to Tokyo tomorrow, it won't delay your school." ”

"I see, that's great!" I said duplicitously. It's a sad story.

"Well, that...... Xiaohui, I want to discuss something with you. Answering my question, Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, looked at me and said softly.

"Hmm, if there's anything you can say, Sister Lan. ”

Just like when I was a kid, whatever you wanted, I would promise you.

"Thank you, Xiaohui, in fact, I just hope that you won't come home too late in the future, think about it, you are such a child, and your appearance is so eye-catching, what if you are hurt by the bad guys? Everyone is very worried about you, yesterday, Dad and Conan were so worried that they didn't even eat!" Xiaolan looked at me with a gentle face, with a hint of pleading in her watery eyes.

Hearing Xiaolan's words, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at those two people, but I didn't expect that these two people didn't say anything on their faces, but they actually cared about me so much, which made my heart can't help but have a trace of warmth.

"Don't get me wrong, I just ran out of appetite yesterday. ”

"Hmph! It's just a little ghost, and he won't go home every other night, like what! If your parents blame me in the future, where do you put my detective Mori Kogoro's face!"

The two of them were reckless.

Although Xiaolan smiled and didn't speak, I knew that she must not have eaten last night.

When I thought of Xiaolan and they couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep, and were so worried about me that I was restless, a sense of guilt filled my heart.

"I'm sorry, Sister Xiaolan, I won't be next time. I lowered my head and whispered.

"Okay, then let's decide, from now on, your night curfew is nine o'clock, more than nine o'clock, no matter what the situation, you have to call home to explain the situation and apply for permission, understand?"

Blah blah, it's a bit of a mess, let me mess with it.

What I said just now seems to be "go back early," right? Did I say that I would definitely go back before nine o'clock? Huh? How did the topic turn to the curfew?

"Wait ......"

I was just about to speak out against it, but I was interrupted by Xiaolan: "Manly husband, say yes, although Xiaohui is still very young, he is already a man, and he can't speak, right?"

"This ......"

"Right?!"

“...... Right. "Xiaolan, your expression is so scary......

"Well-behaved, obedient children are the cutest. After receiving a satisfactory answer, Xiaolan happily touched my head.

Xiaolan, when did you learn the routine, brother, I am simply heartbroken......

Hakone is not far from Tokyo, only an hour's drive away, and the most famous in the area is the hot springs.

When I talk about Hakone, I think of Kanagawa (Hakone is in Kanagawa Prefecture), and the last time we came to Kanagawa, it was because we were going to the ancient castle in Yokosuka to look for the Dream Egg (Yokosuka is also part of Kanagawa Prefecture), and a few months have passed, and time flies so fast.

"I don't know how Miss Natsumi is doing now. "When I got off the train and got out of the station, Conan stood beside me and whispered. He went with me.

"There should be no problem, the last time I went to Paris, Miss Natsumi and the old housekeeper Mr. Sawabe had already bought a new house, and the cake shop where Miss Natsumi worked was doing very well. I replied to Conan as I took a deep breath.

Hakone is not far from Tokyo, but when you arrive here, it feels like you've arrived in another world, and the air is so fresh that it's not like Tokyo.

"Ah, you're Mr. Maori!" "Shortly after leaving the station, a dark-faced young man pushed a bicycle and leaned over to us.

"Are you the ......?"

"Yes, Jiro Kuroki, who sent you the invitation, is currently studying Japanese painting under Mr. Hayakawa. "No, young man, Kuroki bowed deeply to Uncle Maori and said, "I'm sorry to bother you when you're so busy." ”

"Where, where, you are too polite, Mr. Hayakawa and I are old acquaintances, if the teacher has any troubles, I will definitely help. Uncle Maori was polite at first, and then said seriously: "How is the teacher now? Is he really suicidal? Why? The teacher is obviously a very open-minded person." ”

"Maybe it's because of his age, but the teacher hasn't had a new work for three months. Kuroki explained as he walked with us, "Not to mention the lack of inspiration, the teacher's hands have been shaking lately, and it is difficult to hold even the brush, so my emotions have become unstable, and I will be emotionally high for a while, and I will be depressed for a while......

"That's why I'm suicidal. Uncle Maori said.

"Hmm" Kuroki bowed his head slightly, in response to Uncle Maori's words.

Artists are always sensitive, and there are countless artists who have committed suicide in the world, Van Gogh committed suicide, Hemingway committed suicide, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke also committed suicide, because there were too many people who committed suicide, and for a while, suicide seemed to be the highest level of artists. Some people may think that they committed suicide because they were too hypocritical, or because they were not smart enough and were blinded by certain things, so they went to a dead end, but in fact, the opposite is true, these people are precisely because they are too smart and see through the dirt of the world and the darkness of human nature, so they resolutely and resolutely go to the end of their lives that will never compromise with the world.

I have always had a lot of reverence for these people who have the courage to dedicate themselves to art, after all, people like me who are afraid of death probably can't experience that kind of profound realm in my life, so I only thought about it for a while, and then put aside the artist's business, instead of thinking about why the painter wants to die and live, I should first think carefully about my own affairs.

"What are you doing, with a serious expression on your face, silent. Is there news of organization again?" Conan asked me as they walked into the bamboo forest, following me at the back of the line.

"No, I'm thinking about a serious question. I shook my head.

"What's the problem, tell me about it? Maybe I can help you. Conan was intrigued by me and asked me.

"I always felt like I had a lot to say to Garriff last night, and some of it seemed important, but I just couldn't remember. ”

"Can't remember? How much alcohol you've drunk? ”

"Damn, I think it's something important, but I just can't remember it. "Do you want me to call that guy? Well, if you think about it, I don't think I left that guy's number......

"Well, since you're here, don't worry so much, soak in the hot springs here with peace of mind, relax, maybe as soon as your spirit relaxes, you'll remember it immediately?" Conan patted me on the shoulder and comforted me, the sincere expression on his face almost made me forget that this guy had framed me a few hours ago.

All the way into the depths of the bamboo forest, an old man in civilian clothes appeared in our field of vision, with white beard and hair, looking at least seventy years old, it seems that if there is no accident, this old man should be the Hayakawa Shizuyama.

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. You have come from afar, and you have worked hard. The old man smiled cheerfully at us, and there was no sign of suicidal tendencies.

"I walked all the way to the sound of the yellow warbler, I didn't want to see Mr. Jingshan here, the teacher is so energetic, it is really gratifying. Uncle Maori expertly stepped forward to greet him.

"Where, where, I also came here to recuperate, and my spirit became a little better. Listening to Uncle Maori's slightly flattering words, the old man seemed even more happy.

I found a big rock next to me and sat on it, and began to think about my questions.

The ancient Chinese said that it is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. This is indeed reasonable, the warm sunlight shines through the bamboo leaves, shining into the bamboo forest, and there is a bright green light everywhere, which makes people look at it, and they will be clear and open-minded.

After a moment of greetings, a group of people began to walk back, and after a while, an antique-looking Japanese-style building appeared in front of us, and a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties and forties, holding a broom, greeted us.

"This is Miss Noriko Yamamoto, who takes care of the teacher's daily life. Kuroki stepped forward to introduce everyone.

"Miss Noriko, there is a distinguished guest coming to the door today, please make something delicious to entertain the guests. Jingshan said happily, and Miss Noriko nodded yes, her round face revealing a little loyalty.

Suddenly, a boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old ran over with a canvas in his hand and showed off his work to Miss Noriko.

"Look at it, it's my own drawing, it's not bad. ”

The boy smiled proudly, however, Hayakawa Shizuyama, who had always been kind to us, saw that the little boy's face changed greatly, and the smiling face that was still bright just now was covered with a layer of gray in an instant.

"Noriko-sama, I told you that children are not allowed here!" Shizuyama shouted at Noriko.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Miss Noriko bowed to Shizuyama again and again, "My mother is seriously ill and can't take care of the child, so I brought him here......"

"That's not going to work!" Shizuyama rudely interrupted Miss Noriko's words, and said without a trace of emotion, "Send him away immediately!"

Jingshan's sudden change in attitude made everyone present at a loss, and the little boy was even yelled at by Jingshan with tears in his eyes and trembling.

Therefore, it is really a headache for the old man to sometimes not be reasonable, especially a celebrity with a reputation like Hayakawa Jingshan, once he becomes willful, there is really no one to control him.

I sighed, stepped aside, waved at the little boy, and pulled out the lollipop that Garriff had given me from my pocket.

The little boy was obviously hesitant, but when he saw the lollipop in my hand, his eyes lit up and he leaned over to me.

"Isn't it delicious?" I asked the little boy eating the lollipop.

"Delicious. ”

"Tell me what it tastes like, okay?"

"Peach-flavored. ”

"Sure enough. "I knew that Griffin guy must not have had any good intentions.

"What's wrong with the peach-flavored candy?" Conan asked me, a little confused.

"I don't know, I'm going to get drunk as long as I dip the candy with juice, and that guy must be trying to see my jokes. ”

"No, isn't fruit-flavored candy normal? You can't be delusional of victimization, right?" Conan was skeptical of my judgment.

"It's definitely not that I'm too careful, I have full confidence in that guy's discipline. ”

"It's up to you. Conan shrugged his shoulders and stopped pestering me, turning to the little boy and asking, "Haven't you seen Shizuyama-sensei before?"

"Well, but I've seen the old man sitting in the bamboo forest over there drawing. The little boy pointed to the place where we had just met Hayakawa Shizuna.

"Well, how is the old man's level of drawing?" Conan's patience in the face of children is super good.

"Grandpa is very good, he draws super fast, at least three times faster than me!" the little boy hesitated and held out three fingers at us.

"Eh, is that so? That's amazing. Conan responded to the little boy's words, but the expression on his face gradually became serious.

I, on the other hand, was drawn attention by another word in the little boy's words.

Why is this word so familiar......

"I'm here to help you, of course, I won't help you in vain, salary...... Well, it's just three times as much as I used to be, how?"

Familiar words suddenly flashed through my mind, and I was reminded of what I had said to Garriff last night, and I wanted to open my head to see what kind of structure was inside, and how I could say such out-of-tune words.

"What's wrong with you?" Conan asked, looking at me with a puzzled look on his face, who had become extremely depressed.

"Dude, it's not good, I've probably got a super troublesome character. I said with a sad face.

"That Galifer?" Conan suddenly remembered the man he had seen yesterday.

"Yes......" I just wanted to respond, but the mobile phone on my body suddenly rang, and as soon as I connected it, the eager voice of the grass and wood housekeeper came from inside.

"Young master, no, we're in trouble!"