Conan: I won’t clean up my innocence after joining the organization

Xiaolan was stunned by Hui Yuan Ai's question.

Although she didn't know why Haiyuan Ai guessed this, she still hesitated for a moment and put a finger in front of her lips.

"Promise me not to ask your cousin like this, okay?"

Xiaolan made a shushing gesture, and her face looked a little apologetic.

It is always wrong to let others know the story of Ai Tanihara because of your own words.

"Your cousin will have her own ideas."

The sad words that originally just didn't want Tanihara Ai to hear news about that person again became the final answer to this question.

Hui Yuan Ai was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Many things suddenly flashed through my memory.

Once, Yumi Miyamoto stood in front of several people and acted out a story about that person who saved someone in the past.

When in the bridal shop, the person's eyes would always look in one direction subconsciously, seemingly unintentionally.

and also……

The person who always liked to lie on his own bed and mess up his quilt was the night when Conan took the antidote and went to dinner with Xiaolan as promised.

She didn't know why she appeared, but she walked in and hugged herself while she was still listening to her mother's recording.

"sorry."

She didn't know why she said this.

"Do you want me to invent a machine in my next life that can control other people's emotions? This must be very popular."

She said inexplicably.

"After all, the most uncontrollable thing in this world is feelings."

Her words seemed like a joke.

But I didn't respond to anything that day.

Under Xiaolan's gaze, Haiyuan Ai finally nodded.

Watching Xiaolan leave, she picked up the coffee cup that she had just put down again.

It's obviously the same cup of coffee, but the bitter taste has increased a lot after the temperature has dissipated.

It also lost its original aroma.

Some things in the past were answered after the turn of this key.

Suddenly there was an impression of that person in her mind.

If her suspicions are true.

Then.

There is only one answer to this story.

……

"Jinpei-chan is worried?"

Hagiwara Kenji looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who had been inexplicably irritable since this morning, took off his explosion-proof suit, and sat next to him before the next mission came.

There have been fewer bombings recently, so they who are used to busy work finally have more vacation time for them to rest.

He stretched out his hand to rub his curly hair, and Matsuda Jinpei's brows and eyes were full of irritability.

"do not know."

He himself didn't know why he always felt flustered these days.

Even if I get up in the middle of the night to practice boxing, I can't suppress this feeling.

After hearing this, Hagiwara Kenji thought for a few seconds, and a smile appeared on his face again, "How about Jinpei-chan go to socialize with them tonight?"

"We happen to be short of people. As long as you go, I'll treat you."

Hagiwara Kenji's words made Matsuda Jinpei's hand pause. He raised his eyes and looked at the person on the side, "What? You're not going?"

Hagiwara Kenji shrugged, "I want to meet someone recently, but I may not have time."

"Alone?" Matsuda Jinpei recalled the countless friends around the heartthrob Hagiwara Kenji and waved his hand, "You are really a busy man."

Hagiwara Kenji smiled, but didn't say anything.

After a while, Matsuda Jinpei's voice sounded.

"I dont go."

He rubbed his fingers and stared at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

"I also want to meet someone."

And he is someone who must meet.

"Really," Hagiwara Kenji smiled, looking down at Matsuda Jinpei's appearance at this time, his expression was a bit discouraged, "then Jinpei-chan might as well go see him."

He said, but paused.

Soon, he spoke again as if joking.

"Maybe if you wait a little longer, someone else will go see Xiao Ai."

Hagiwara Kenji's words made Matsuda Jinpingda choke and cough a little.

The tips of his ears felt hot for a moment.

"When did I say I was going to find that guy?"

Having said that, Matsuda Jinpei turned his head away feeling guilty the next second.

Just a moment later, he added.

"Of course, if that guy Tanihara is free."

"Jinpei-chan, men should be more honest," Hagiwara Kenji smiled, but there was something more in his smile.

The curly-haired figure next to him curled his lips after he finished speaking.

"I want you to manage."

Thinking about the confession place he had found earlier, Matsuda Jinpei lowered his head and glanced at the time on his watch.

When it was time to get off work, he got up.

"I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

Hagiwara Kenji looked at the man who turned around hastily.

He smiled until the figure left.

His smile narrowed.

……

"Master Xueshu?"

A young man in black looked at Ai Tanihara who was distracted for the first time today.

It took a long time to clean up the scene until the last traces of Ai Tanihara's visit were erased.

After hesitation, Uchuan Cheng called out.

Tanihara Ai looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

"No...nothing." As Tanihara Ai looked at him, Ukawa Makoto shook his head like a rattle.

It is a vivid interpretation of what it means to be a fan of fandom.

But soon, Ai Tanihara, who had just been pulled back from some thoughts by herself, started the daze mode again.

Ukawa Makoto threw a basket of gloves and tools for dealing with blood stains into a black plastic bag.

The hood of the sports car was opened, and the place originally used to store luggage was used as a trash can for temporary storage of waste.

Seeing that Ai Tanihara was about to leave, Ukawa Makoto still spoke up.

"Master Xueshu, wait."

Tanihara Ai's footsteps stopped at the system's reminder. She turned her head and saw Ukawa Makoto swallowing.

"Master Xueshu, can I invite you to a place?"

"Where?" Tanihara Ai blinked.

Under this kind of gaze, Ukawa Makoto, who almost spilled the beans, held it back for a long time before he could hold it back.

He said, "Sir Xueshu, just let me go."

She was invited twice. Although she was a little uninterested, Tanihara Ai still nodded and agreed.

A speeding sports car is not that eye-catching in Tokyo.

But there will always be people who think they are related to the case and turn around.

Due to their habits in life, everyone who looked at them noted down the appearance and license plate number of the two people in the car.

No matter how bad it is, you still need to take a look at the time in case any detectives ask you questions.

The raging wind blew Tanihara Ai's hair into a mess.

In the stories I've seen, guys in sports cars always extend their hands.

They yelled a few words wantonly, showing that they had always been free lives.

However, at this moment when the wind was blowing, Ai Tanihara felt that she could not open her eyes.

By the time she got off the bus, Ai Tanihara's long hair had been messed up by the wind and was in a ball.

Ukawa Makoto, who almost couldn't hold it in for a while, finally coughed twice and said "Sorry" under Tanihara Ai's eyes.

The system currently rolling around with laughter in his consciousness was no better.

Tanihara Ai stretched out her hand to straighten her somewhat messy long hair.

My hair has grown longer recently, but I don’t have anyone to cut it for me anymore.

Her hair was arranged in strands, and Ai Tanihara lowered her eyes slightly.

Also after finishing, Ukawa Makoto walked to one side and pointed to a place in the distance.

"Master Xueshu, that's what I want you to see."