"I've borrowed your good words, Nagayama."

Just when Miwako Sato didn't know how to answer, Katsumi Uehara next to him immediately chuckled and took the lead of the topic on him: "When the time comes, you two can bring your children to the wedding." ”

"Since you've said so in Uehara, then the time must come." Noriko Nagayama, who stroked her bulging abdomen with one hand and a motherly glow on her face, smiled and nodded, while Ryuji Kawamura, who was standing stupidly on the side, took the opportunity to point fingers with the photographer.

"Then I won't bother you to take maternity photos, Miwako and I have to pick out evening dresses too."

After greeting his friend Kawamura, Katsumi Uehara immediately left their wedding shooting area with the slightly thin-skinned Miwako Sato.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention the topic of wedding dresses just now.

After all, although they are together, it has not been more than a month since the two really confirmed their relationship, so it is indeed a bit unrealistic to talk about marriage.

"How's this purple one? And a dark blue, or that gold? ”

Katsumi Uehara, who walked into the evening dress area, became a shopping guide and introduced three evening dresses of different shapes and colors to Miwako in a row-

Purple is elegant, dark blue is glamorous, and gold is atmospheric.

Miwako Sato, who is still somewhat persuaded in terms of fashion, tried them one by one, and even wore earrings and necklaces that her boyfriend didn't know where she came from.

When everything was ready, Miwako Sato, who was standing in front of the life-size mirror in 3 cm silver scale heels, looked at the glamorous self in the mirror, feeling like she had seen her beauty as a woman for the first time in her life, rather than knowing it from others.

"How? Which one do you prefer? ”

After carefully looking at herself in the mirror for a while, Miwako Sato, whose cheeks were slightly red, turned her head and turned her eyes to her boyfriend, who had single-handedly created all this, and asked.

"It's not me who prefers, it's you."

Katsumi Uehara shook his head with a smile, and pointed to his girlfriend and the other two evening dresses behind her with his right index finger: "If these are not suitable, you can change them to other ones." ”

"No, no, no, no, I look good at this dark blue one. I still don't think I can control the purple, let alone the gold. ”

In terms of the effect, Miwako felt that she still preferred the shoulder-length slim fishtail skirt on her body at the moment, pressed her chest lightly with one hand, and took two steps carefully: "What about you?" What are you going to wear? ”

"Me? If you wear dark blue, then I will naturally wear a suit with burgundy tones, red and blue. ”

Katsumi Uehara pouted at the men's dress area on the side, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "It's time for you to see your man's prosperous beauty." ”

The red dress suit is difficult for ordinary people to grasp.

A little more sassy, a little less frivolous, only by grasping that degree can you control it perfectly.

When Katsumi Uehara changed his clothes and stood beside Miwako, the latter looked at the two harmonious red and blue tones in the mirror, and his eyes flashed a little amazement.

"If you can't help but want to kiss me now, then I don't think I will."

At the moment when her eyes were confused and she didn't know what she was fantasizing, her boyfriend's teasing voice in her ears made Miwako come back to her senses for a moment, and she looked at the latter with a wicked smile on her face.

"yes, it's a shame you missed this opportunity." Miwako Sato, who pursed her lips, pretended not to care, and was about to continue to refute his statement to justify herself, but the words that came to her lips were interrupted by an abrupt phone ringing-

"It's my phone."

Katsumi Uehara frowned, walked to the chair with his green suit, and took out his phone: "Hey? Conan? ”

"The Shuji Shikano you mentioned has acted, Uehara. He endured it for a long time, but now he finally couldn't bear it. He had a large sum of money in his house, and I saw him pondering it for a long time. ”

Conan's calm voice came from the receiver of his phone: "Now that he has packed all the money and driven away, I am following him." He also brought a gasoline lighter with him when he went out, presumably to burn them.

"If he's not mistaken, he's going to take it to a deserted place and burn it all."

“…… Keep up and owe you a favor, Conan. ”

Katsumi Uehara's expression suddenly became serious, and after hanging up the phone, he turned his head to look at his girlfriend with a curious face: "The murderer of your father, even with the evidence, Miwako." ”

——？！

"What did you say?!"

Miwako Sato, who heard the news, suddenly widened her eyes, and lost her expression management in an instant.

…………………………………………………………………………

Rice Flower Town, a suburb, in an empty abandoned building.

After looking left and right dozens of times, Shuji Shikano hid his whole body under a wide trench coat and beige beret after looking left and right dozens of times, and then opened the car door and got out of the car.

Dragged the two large travel bags placed on the passenger seat from the car, and walked all the way into the realm covered with wild grass, moss and gravel—

Once in an open space, he crouched down and unzipped his travel bag, revealing a large number of yen neatly arranged inside.

"You can't blame me for this, you can't blame me for this.

"Justice, I originally planned to wait for the prosecution period to pass and return the money that I stole from the bank back then, but your son-in-law has already found out on my head, and he shouldn't have found out on my head. You know, he shouldn't have found out about me......"

Shuji Shikano's tengu-mask-like face was full of twisted hideousness, and his mouth was broken with a broken thought, and he turned and walked out again, picking up a bottle of gasoline from the car.

Just as he was about to unscrew the lid and pour the gasoline down, a childish child's voice suddenly came from his ears-

"That's not going to work, uncle."

——？！

Shuji Luye, who never expected that there would be someone other than himself here, was shocked, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he turned his head to follow the voice, and a child in a small blue suit immediately came into view:

He wears glasses with shiny lenses, his hands in his pockets, his feet on a gravel, and a red bow pinned to his collar.

"Eighteen years ago, the prisoners in the Chou Silang case robbed a large amount of cash from the bank. To this day, that cash has not been recovered. ”

Under the numb gaze of Shuji Shikano, Conan's voice, which had changed from a childish child's voice, suddenly turned low, stating the economic losses caused by the case of Chou Silang: "If you bring back this batch of cash for comparison, I think you should be able to determine your identity as a fugitive, uncle." ”

——？！

"How do you know this?! Who the hell are you?! ”

A mere child, in one word, revealed the most frightening truth in his heart, and after the panic, Shuji Kano already had killing intent in his heart.

"My name is Conan Edogawa, and I'm a detective."

The moment Conan, whose shoes faintly shone with a broken stone, stepped on a gravel and raised his eyes to look at Shuji Shikano, the reflection on the lenses also disappeared, and his sharp eyes pierced his chest like a sharp sword!

"Little ghost, didn't the adults in your family tell you that if you don't have the ability, don't you want to learn to play detective games?" Ruthless, Shuji Shikano put down the gasoline barrel in his hand and walked towards Conan with compassion.

Killing one person is killing, and killing two people is also killing.

It just so happened that he also brought gasoline, so he killed it and burned it together.

"Yes, did you speak to my father like that before, Uncle Shikano?"

In the next second, a voice that Shuji Kano didn't hear the most quickly came from the front left - Miwako Sato, who was wearing a gray-brown lady's suit and a white shirt underneath, slowly appeared in front of him, her eyes full of coldness.

"Mi, Miwako?!"

Out of instinctive weakness, the moment he saw Miwako Sato, the killing intent in Shuji Shikano's heart towards Conan disappeared in an instant, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run-

But he didn't think about it, not far behind him, another slender figure leaned against the ruins and broken walls, looked sideways at him, blocking his way.

——？！

"Yo, the old immortal, meet again."

Katsumi Uehara raised his hand and greeted Shuji Shikano with a smile, but this word was not very polite.

ps: cough cough, this tomorrow is a little late ()

Cumbersome things, annoying things don't talk about it, in short, it's done.

ps: This time it's true that there will be () tomorrow