Conan's Helping People

Chapter 422 [Hello, Mr. First]③
"Thank you?" Amuro asked, "Thank you?"

"thanks?"

"thanks?"

……

Toru Amuro said numbly, "Thank you."

Before the wound really doubled, the minor finally smiled and let go of his hand, "Got it."

Amuro was silent.

"Should the police come?" The minor turned his face ruthlessly, "Aren't you going to get out?"

Toru Amuro "?"

"???"

ah?So direct, do you use 'roll'?

The minor stared at Toru Amuro's expression strangely, and corrected himself in a low voice, "It seems that I made a mistake, please be more polite."

So, he tentatively said: "Can I ask you to get out?"

……

Very nice, polite, yet impolite, in line with the minor's usual style of painting.

Toru Amuro finally confirmed: This minor has no sense of distance.

Because there is no sense of distance, when facing strangers, it is like facing relatives who get along day and night. There will be various small actions, and you will say what you want, and you will deliberately play tricks.

He didn't see anything wrong with it, he didn't find it offensive.

It's the kind of guy who walks down the street and people say to him, 'Hey, let's go play! ', so he would agree to the man without hesitation.

very dangerous.

Most of the time, there is a little danger to those who communicate with him without malice, and he is quite likely to be in danger when facing someone with malicious intent.

"Did you say something wrong?" Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, the minor frowned and asked tentatively, "Can you please leave my room?"

...Who the hell taught him Japanese?How to teach indiscriminately!

"It's my sister," the black-haired minor put down his hand, pressed his ankle with the heel of his palm, and replied obediently, "Isn't that right? Is 'Get out' stronger than 'Leave'?"

"However, when I said 'get out', my sister didn't seem to hear me. When I said 'leave', my sister would stay away from me."

He looked at Toru Amuro's blond hair, feeling a little suspicious, "My sister's hair is much longer than yours, and it's still silver, which is different from your blond hair."

After thinking about it, he added, "My sister's blond hair is also prettier than yours. It's the color of gold, not wheat."

He added again, "with fox eyes."

"Your eyes are not fox eyes, you look fierce like a wolf, not as good-looking as your sister."

So, is my sister 'silver hair' or 'golden blonde'?
Combining the previous 'get out' and 'leave', Toru Amuro speculates that the meaning of underage is different from that of normal people. He thought for a while, "You mean, you have two older sisters, one with silver long hair A woman with long blond hair and a fox-eyed woman?"

After saying that, he subconsciously glanced at the neckline of the black-haired minor, and only caught a piece of Band-Aid and unmarked skin, but no tooth marks.

Wait, if there are two sisters, which 'sister' was the other party referring to just now? !Or something else worse?
The black-haired minor didn't answer immediately, he lowered his head, looked at the phone, then raised his head as if nothing had happened, and nodded innocently at Toru Amuro.

'yes'.

He said so silently.

While expressing this, he seemed to be a little hesitant and gave a "hmm..." sound.

Toru Amuro also lowered his head and glanced at the phone.

Before he could continue asking, the black-haired minor urged, "It's almost time, you should go!"

Toru Amuro immediately ruled out the idea of ​​'leaving', sat firmly on the sofa, and said innocently: "I'm sorry, but I'm not from the police, so I can't see the police, I'm going to trouble the two gentlemen in the stairway to see the police by themselves .”

Due to the action of the black-haired minor looking at the phone just now, he gave up, "How many sisters do you have!" ' question, and then asked another question, "I am 29 years old, if you call me uncle, how old are you?"

The expression of the black-haired minor changed.

It was an inconspicuous, subtle change.

He turned his head to look over, smiled, and showed his sharp white teeth for a moment, "This year... how old am I?"

"How old do you think I am, uncle?"

The sense of danger came again, not obvious, but steady, Toru Amuro sensed it keenly, and he immediately realized that he probably asked the wrong question.

However, why did the other party respond in such an aggressive manner when mentioning age...?
not……

Amuro looked at the immature appearance of the black-haired minor, and said cautiously: "... 14 years old?"

Guess '14' because the age of sexual consent in Japan is 13...

This is the most acceptable age for Toru Amuro, and it is already the limit, otherwise he really can't ignore the 'two older sisters', 'tooth marks and nail marks' just now.

Brunette minor: "..."

The width of his smile remained the same, but he tilted his head again and repeated slowly, "14 years old?"

"No, keep guessing."

There was still a smile in his tone.

"Big guess," Toru Amuro was silent for a while, and asked cautiously, "Or a little guess?"

The minor simply said: "Big."

Huh, that's okay,
Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly relaxed, "Fifteen? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

Every time a guess was made, the black-haired minor smiled and shook his head. As more guesses were put forward, his smile became stronger.

"If it's not the case," Toru Amuro thought for a while, then shot back, "14 and a half years old?"

The minor paused, "Can I go back?"

He asked with his eyes: Do you want to die?
Toru Amuro admitted frankly, "Sorry, I couldn't guess."

The minor looked to be at most 17 years old. He didn't guess correctly from fourteen to seventeen, so he simply gave up.

The brunette teenager smiled at him.

A few seconds later, when Toru Amuro raised his vigilance and was about to tentatively change the subject, the black-haired minor suddenly said, "The wound on your body hasn't been treated well, let me help you."

He stretched out his hand.

Toru Amuro subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to block, but restrained himself the moment he moved.

However, the underage's hand was not extended to his shoulder, but to his leg.

He easily tore open the trouser legs of Toru Amuro's calf, and casually tore off a layer of the tightly wrapped bandage inside, and stopped when he found that other bandages were stuck together.

Toru Amuro restrained himself, controlled his movements and breathing, ignored the slight pain, and looked down.

Strangely, the black-haired minor looked unceremonious, but he didn't feel much pain.

Probably, this is the professionalism of surgeons.

...including holding down the patient casually.

The minor lowered his head to check the bandages, gently picked out a little wound, and made a polite evaluation, "It's a typical gunshot wound, whether it's the trace of the bullet being taken out after the bullet got stuck in it, or the inferior wound medicine on it, Pretty typical."

After the evaluation, he asked Toru Amuro, "Are you allergic to the hospital?"

Toru Amuro: "..."

"By the way, you can't go to the hospital for gunshot wounds. They will hold you down on the spot. Sorry, they treat you as a curly-haired police dog that can be raised legally." The black-haired minor suddenly realized again, and he thought for a while, "You can take a plane Go to a hospital in New York, they won't care."

"And," he recommends the virtues of New York hospitals, "they're good at dealing with gunshot wounds!"

Too many flaws.

Toru Amuro controlled his expression, and reluctantly said: "Really? I will try next time."

He resisted his desire to focus on 'legal curly-haired police dogs'.

The black-haired minor looked up at him and sighed, "You are not easy to coax, if I say that to my sister, she will definitely laugh."

Toru Amuro: "..."

"sorry?"

"No need to apologize," the black-haired minor comforted him in turn, "You're not cute at all anyway, you're still wheat-blonde, you're annoying, it's normal not to smile."

"After all, not everyone is a 'sister,' and I can understand that."

Toru Amuro said numbly, "Thank you for the comfort."

He found that he could compromise very skillfully and apologize unconditionally, "I'm sorry, but I'm not your girlfriend. I just met you, so I may not be able to laugh unrestrainedly."

The black-haired minor's movements stopped.

He raised his head, glanced at Toru Amuro in a daze, he glanced, then looked again, then looked again, then slowly lowered his head.

The shaggy black trembled.

"Ah, yes, girlfriend,"

"You're not my girlfriend, that's right, for sure."

"You... ah, I see, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you before," he paused, as if organizing his words, "Things that shouldn't be said."

"Not suitable for children?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said such inappropriate things to you."

He stretched out his hand and touched the part where the Band-Aid was stuck on. He didn't look up, but nodded, letting his fluffy hair tremble naturally, "I'm sorry."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Amuro stared at the fluffy black hair that was still trembling unnaturally.

The black-haired minor touched the Band-Aid again, then raised his head and smiled, "Or should I say this to single people?"

"Right, Wang Woo?"

Toru Amuro: "..."

So, the snickering is because of this?

Still, it's acceptable.

The other party didn't directly laugh at him as a "single dog". Compared with the "get out" just now, Toru Amuro found that he had accepted it quite logically, and was even a little relieved.

He nodded reluctantly.

"If you are single, you can't experience 'enthusiasm', right?" The black-haired minor said again, and he frowned in distress, "My sister is too good, she can bite me, her teeth are very sharp, and she bites people... "

Wait, can this be said?

At least don't use this typical underage face with a rather calm expression, and the tone like a child talking about toys!
And those eyes that are very similar to Miyano Elena!
Moreover, for some reason, the tone of his speech made Toru Amuro feel a little familiar, a bit like a fox.

It reminded him of that woman in Belmode.

When he thought of Belmode, he remembered the description of the black-haired minor just now, 'golden blond hair' and 'fox eyes', and Belmode did fit this feature.

If you expand your thinking further, gin is also suitable for 'silver hair'.

Toru Amuro tried his best to maintain his expression, "Wait, don't tell me..."

While he was talking, the black-haired minor suddenly made a move and directly tore off the bandage stuck together on his calf, and Amuro Toru's words stopped abruptly.

He restrained his instinct to jump up immediately, suppressed the pain that popped up instantly, and looked over with a cold face.

The black-haired minor lowered his head to check his wound, the fox-like tone just now faded, and turned into a polite and smiling tone, "It was torn off."

Successful diversion of attention.

Toru Amuro miraculously understood what he meant, so he fell silent again.

Wait, this method of paying attention first and then suddenly tearing off the bandage seems a little familiar, right?

It's the way adults get their kids to get injections, right?
"If you don't want the leg next time," the black-haired minor said while treating the wound, "you can just saw it off. This is not a gunshot wound, and you won't be restrained when you go to the hospital for treatment."

"Instead of being injured, soaking in water for a long time, climbing walls and jumping high."

When he said this, there was a slight smile on his face.

Not really laughing, but after getting used to laughing, so the normal calm expression also brought a smile.

He is a very strange person.

Toru Amuro sized him up and said in deliberation, "Thank you."

"Hey, so sincere, thank you sincerely once." The black-haired minor looked up in surprise, "You have repeated it so many times just now, is it really insincere?"

He moved his eyes eagerly to see the wound on Toru Amuro's calf, with a tendency of "I really want to tear the wound open and teach him a lesson so that I can get sincere thanks".

Toru Amuro: "..."

Thank you very much.

There was the sound of a police car outside.

Not the sound of a police car coming, but the sound of a police car leaving.

The black-haired minor glanced sideways, his hands fluttered, and he almost quickly re-treated the wound on Toru Amuro's leg, and bandaged it up again.

After everything was settled, he sat back and urged, "The police have left, you should go."

Amuro moved, "I..."

"It's time," the black-haired minor stared at him, "You should go."

This sentence is a bit subtle.

Toru Amuro reacted for a moment, and then quickly grasped the source of his subtle feelings: the current scene is a bit like a dance party at twelve o'clock.

When the bell rang, Cinderella had to run away quickly.

Otherwise something terrible will happen.

Amuro understood from the atmosphere and the smiling expression of the black-haired minor: If you don't leave, something terrible will happen.

Today is the first meeting.

There is ample time.

He took a deep look at the black-haired minor, and stood up obediently, "I'm really sorry for disturbing you today."

The black-haired minor was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and waved lazily, "Goodbye."

He had no intention of sending it.

Toru Amuro could only turn around and leave by himself. When he closed the door, he caught a glimpse of the black-haired Misei slowly getting up from the carpet holding the phone.

The other party called: "Sister——"

He closes the door.

On the other end of the phone, Gin asked calmly: "Have you played enough?"

"No," Hyuga rationally turned the phone around in boredom, and walked to the bathroom, "but I have something to do, so I can't continue playing."

He felt a little regretful, "Bolton is very funny, his eyes are very provocative, and he must be very strong when he resists, but it's a pity that he has blond hair."

After speaking, he added cautiously, "My sister's blonde hair is very beautiful, I only like my sister's blonde hair."

So it's not that I hate blondes, it's that I hate blondes other than 'Belmode'.

"I'll tell Belmode," Gin said. He didn't correct Hinata's pronunciation of Amuro Toru's code name, but turned around himself, "If you want Bourbon... Bolton to dye his hair, I will also Will tell her."

Hinata refused reasonably, "No."

"The sister who dyed her hair is not a sister."

He pushed open the door, sniffed the smell of blood that rushed over instantly, and smiled.

The bathroom was a mess.

A figure with long messy hair was lying in the bathtub, struggling to get out, and hit the ground, making a loud noise to attract the attention of people outside.

Her fingers were red, and there was deep flesh and blood inside the nails, which were scratched out by other people.

The chin is also red, and there is blood flowing from the corner of the mouth, which is other people's blood.

Hinata · Others. Reasonably smiled at her, "I'm back, sister~"

"Did I keep you waiting? Sorry, I met a rather interesting guy."

He closed the bathroom door, and casually tore off the Band-Aid on his neck, revealing the skin with no traces left, "Sister, it's too good to leave such traces."

"But it's okay, the strange uncle has a wrong idea."

Hinata commented reasonably, "an unhealthy adult."

'Sister' moved and let out a rapid sob.

"Do you want to talk?" Hinata walked over with reasonable curiosity, "You should have said earlier, now that the vocal cords are broken, you can't speak."

There was no malice in his face or eyes, just pure curiosity, so simple as to be almost innocent.

'Sister' moved again, moving back slightly imperceptibly.

Hinata reasonably caught this movement, moved his eyes, and received a system prompt in the next second.

So, he temporarily put the phone on his lap, put his hands together, and said cheerfully: "Okay, I have received your wish, and I will stay away from you for a while."

He stood up, walked towards the sink, and took out a package of white things from the counter.

"I've said it many times, don't touch things that shouldn't be touched, I hate losing my mind, so my subordinates must not touch such things, let alone sell them, right?"

"Do you think that the people in the organization are all idiots, and the leader is even a ridiculous display, sister?"

"It's really good, are you so obsessed with it?"

Hinata looked at the time reasonably, "It's still early."

He happily decided, "Let's try it together!"

"The elder sister who touched this thing last time cried and begged me for a long time, vowing never to be reincarnated as a human again."

Gin closed his eyes and listened. When he heard this, he opened his eyes, knocked on the steering wheel, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked to the apartment next to him.

If the leader engages in dangerous behavior, he must bring the person back in time.

Hinata is reasonable, and the special A-level dangerous human beings.

Shelter: None.

Containment: 'Sister'.

Get along with the rules:
①As a 'sister', please feel free except for betrayal.

②It's not 'sister', please feel free except alive.

Survival advice: Please try to be a 'sister', if you are blonde, please try to be 'interesting', thank you for your cooperation.

(End of this chapter)