[Conan/Through Her] Fairy's Indus

——"The kind of good boy who looks like he has been carefully watered and raised by sunshine and love at first glance, is only fun when he gets ruined."

If that person heard such a statement, he would definitely open his extremely beautiful cat eyes and ask seriously, "Bourbon, do you really think so?"

His shadow will be clearly reflected in the clear and translucent smoky gray pupils.

"Tou-kun, why did you kill those children?" the doctor asked.

"Because they broke my cat, they are guilty." Tohru Amuro replied.

The doctor nodded slightly: "Are you saying that because they killed the kitten and were bad children, you judged them on behalf of justice?"

Little Amuro Toru seemed unable to understand what the other party said. He frowned in confusion, "...No. It's because they broke it, my cat."

He emphasized the pronunciation of "my."

The doctor repeated, matching his tone, "So, the point is, it's 'your' cat?"

Little Amuro Toru nodded and added, "Kentaro ate the jelly that Yoshiko hid under his pillow, so Yoshiko knocked out Kentaro's front teeth and tore off his note."

The doctor flipped through the folder in his hand. On the death list of the arson case, the information of a 6-year-old boy named Kentaro Ishikawa and a 9-year-old girl named Yoshiko Kushima was listed.

The short lives of these children have now become two cold lines printed on A4 paper, without even accompanying photos.

The doctor said, "So you did the same thing as Okako?"

"Yes." Tohru Amuro said. He paused for a moment, seeming a little confused about the current question.

"But, aren't everyone doing the same thing as Kako? If your things are eaten or damaged by others, you have to ask them for the price of your settlement... Did I do something wrong? The rules of this world , isn’t it like this?”

The doctor fell silent and heard the boy continue, "Yoshiko has jelly and boxing gloves, Kentaro has a note with his mother's name written on it, Yuka has Martin boots with a hard heel, Chisa has a solid wood crutch and a diary, Takayuki has I have a knife, I have a cat... If their things are damaged by others, they will definitely take revenge."

The doctor understood somewhat, because the children in the orphanage had too few things, so they would pay special attention to their own things, not to mention the kind of wolf nature that deliberately cultivates the children and never prohibits them. where their excesses occur.

"But," the doctor said, "could it be said that, for example, if you lost Ryunosuke-kun's knife, would you be able to accept that he would lock you up and burn you to death?"

"But he won't do this, and not just Ryunosuke, none of them will do this." The little boy said calmly, "They don't have the brains, and they don't dare to ask for such a heavy price."

The doctor saw the unexplained sober arrogance in his eyes, which clearly said, 'And I have this brain, and I dare to ask them to pay for it with my life. '

The doctor smiled happily when he saw Hunter.

"Why are you laughing?" Ruri looked at Bourbon inexplicably, with a helpless expression, "It doesn't taste good. Although I have been learning from him for several years, I can still only do what you...well, at most Seventy percent level.”

It’s not that she can’t learn it, it’s just that there are many dishes that need to be stir-fried vigorously with a spatula to reach the heat. The little girl can’t exert that energy... So compared to the hard dishes for dinner, she is better at doing slow work and fine work. Baked desserts.

"No." Bourbon said with a smile, "It's delicious, thank you."

Ruri also laughed, "You are so supportive."

Bourbon wasn't actually cheering, he felt so sincerely. He looked at the smile on the girl's lips, his breathing became confused for a moment, and he lowered his head to take a chopstick of food.

It was not exchanged for money, but was made entirely according to his preferred taste... The last time he had such delicious food was several years ago.

"Why do you suddenly want to cook?" Bourbon asked.

"After all, I have never cooked since I came to this world," the little girl said vaguely while chewing a mouthful of rice. "You are busy every day, and my conscience is a little uneasy... Speaking of which, you are really kind. Hey, you're like a jobless vagabond. The organization doesn't even give you tasks? What about Poirot's job?"

"There are very few tasks that require my personal presence. As for Poirot's job, I no longer need it. I resigned half a month ago." Bourbon said, "Why, is he very busy?"

"I'm busy, I haven't seen anyone for three days." Ruri muttered, "Does having another job in the public security department make such a big difference..."

"It may also be related to my status in the organization." Bourbon analyzed rationally, "I have been in the organization since I was a child, and the status I have gained and the trust I have received from my superiors should be much higher than him. "

Ruri thought for a while, "I think, apart from that, the most important thing is that you two have different purposes..."

Bourbon nodded, "That's the right angle. If a promising public security officer would choose to accept such a dangerous job as an undercover organization, he should be the kind of guy who has great love in his heart and wants to protect justice and the country, right? He is probably a good policeman who will seize every opportunity to crack down on illegal crimes and is willing to work overtime."

"Wow, that's a pretty accurate guess. It's you as expected." Ruri said, "What about you? What kind of person are you?"

Bourbon laughed, "I am a born bad guy who hates that kind of human beings the most."

...Do you really want to say this in front of Jiang Guling's face?

Ruri lowered her head and took two mouthfuls of rice with some depression, then raised her head and asked him, "Hey, is there anything you like?"

"I like you." Bourbon smiled casually.

"You just said you didn't like me yesterday afternoon." The little girl reminded him unmoved, "Besides, I meant things, not humans."

Bourbon frowned in confusion, and saw Ruri conjuring up a small book about 1 centimeter thick with a fat orange cat rolling on the cover, "Let's play a game. This small book There are one hundred pages in the book. We write one thing we like in it every day. We turn one page a day and cannot repeat it. The loser who can no longer write must meet the other party's request within the scope of the law. If we all If you insist on writing for a hundred days, even if I lose, I will fulfill one of your requests, how about it?"

"What's so hard about this? It sounds very bad for you." Bourbon said.

"You have to write something that you really like from the bottom of your heart, right?" Ruri raised her chin provocatively, "From the rules, it's true that I lost money, so do you dare to play?"

A provocative method?But for this boring little game, just refuse it.

Bourbon thought this, but said, "Okay."

Why did you agree?Bourbon thought again.

Maybe it's because he doesn't hate the cute orange cat on the cover...

"Then let's start today! I'll go first!" Ruri's interest immediately became much higher. He took out a watercolor pen on the spot and wrote "Chocolate Milk" on the upper part of the first page. , and then handed the notebook and pen to Bourbon with his backhand.

Bourbon couldn't help but smile because of this too childish hobby. He began to find it a bit funny. He was looking forward to what the little girl would write on it in the days to come.

He thought for a moment and wrote "celery" in the lower half of the blank space on the first page.

"Hey, Bourbon, do you like to eat celery?" The man said, "Few people like to eat this kind of food."

Bourbon took a moment to raise his head from devouring his food, "Is this dish called celery?"

"Yeah, don't you know?" The man laughed, "I also like this kind of dish! I can also make many ways to grow celery! How about cooking it for you in the future?"

"Okay." Bourbon also laughed, "You are really good at cooking, can you teach me?"

"Of course, no problem!" The man's cat eyes curved into a very beautiful arc.

The Westerner next to him with heavy dark circles under his eyes and long black hair looked at the intimate interaction between the two people with confusion, then hesitantly looked at the plate of cyan dishes on the table that seemed to him to have a strange smell, and finally restrained himself. Unable to contain his curiosity, he hesitantly picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

His expression immediately changed. He held his breath while holding a mouthful of strange food. He stared with a shocked expression of "Is this something for humans to eat?" and fell into a state of swallowing or spitting. Good dilemma.

Amid Bourbon's gloating laughter, the man looked over sympathetically and thoughtfully handed over a tissue, "Ley, just spit it out if you don't like it. Don't force yourself."

The Gondola 72 Ferris wheel at the Aipido Shopping Plaza has been permanently closed.

A small stone tablet was placed inside, which briefly read, "On November 11, 7, a great criminal policeman sacrificed himself for the safety of many people and rested here."

Every year after that day on November 11, the Ferris wheel will turn the gondola to the ground and stop working for people to worship.

Three years have passed since that day, and many people will still come on this day to fill the pod with tributes.

"Great detective..." Ruri muttered as he squatted in the cabin and touched the stone tablet. "If he knew about it, he would definitely jump up and object and angrily ask the person in charge of erecting this monument to change this sentence to 'the most handsome man. It's a detective's job."

Bourbon stood behind her, watching her put on a pair of sunglasses and a carton of cigarettes, and felt uncomfortable for no reason. ?

"What happened that day?" Bourbon asked.

"There is a bomber," Ruri answered him in a low voice. "He set up a bomb here and gave the bomb-disposal police a reminder that he would give the location of the next bomb three seconds before the bomb exploded. "

Bourbon was silent for a moment, "It's really disgusting and in poor taste."

After he said this, he vaguely remembered that Belmode seemed to have commented on him in a similar way a few days ago, and he felt a little complicated for a while.

"Yeah," Ruri didn't notice his strange mood, immersed in her own world, "Every time I think about this criminal, I can even understand it... Some murderers want to kill someone at all costs. My personal feeling of...hate."

Bourbon looked at her huddled back and lowered his eyes, "Have you caught the criminal?"

"The criminal will be caught today." Ruri said, "So, Mr. Matsuda, Mr. Hagiwara, you must watch them carefully. They are your lovely descendants and the bright future of Japan."