Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"One of the two assignments must be a template." Ono Hirakawa said calmly, without any anger. "I don't intend to blame you. Don't be too nervous. Tell me whose paper is the duplicate, and I won't pursue it."

Naomi Kamisaka's face turned ugly: "I don't know the situation of Kumoi classmate, but I definitely did not plagiarize."

"Okay, I got it." Ohno Hirakawa collected their homework and teased, "How is your relationship with Yunju? Are you dating?"

"No, absolutely not." Naomi Kamisaka denied it flatly. Her face turned pale and she looked extremely nervous. "Kumi and I are just classmates. There's nothing else."

"Sorry." Ohno Hirakawa said apologetically, and then he changed the subject: "By the way, I saw you go to the storage room to get ink today. You have a lot of homework now, and it's almost all used up. I have two new bottles on the table here, you can use them."

As he spoke, Ono Hirakawa raised his chin slightly and gestured towards the ink bottle.

"The ink on the back of your homework has obviously faded. Didn't you have time to add water to the ink?" Ohno Hirakawa teased her, "Well, it's getting late, go back and rest."

Ono Hirakawa waved his hand, urging the other party to leave.

Hearing this, Kansaka Naomi hurriedly stood up and thanked him respectfully: "Thank you, instructor!"

But then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she added: "Actually... Instructor Onitsuka asked me to help get that bottle of ink. And when I came back, I happened to meet Kumoi-san."

Sometimes human memory is so wonderful. It seems that as long as someone mentions something inadvertently, those related memories sleeping deep in the mind will be awakened, automatically start to be retrieved quickly, and then naturally revealed at some inadvertent moment.

Ono Hirakawa nodded, showing his understanding: "Oh, so that's how it is. It's only natural to help the instructor."

At this point, he had already obtained the answer he wanted to know from Kamisaka Naomi.

So he spoke again to comfort her: "Okay, go back quickly, don't worry about it. I will never have a different opinion of you because of this little thing. Relax, go back and have a good rest. You still have early classes tomorrow."

"Yes, thank you, instructor!" After bowing deeply, Naomi Kamisaka hurriedly left. Her steps were flustered and a little hasty, as if she was running away from something terrible. This scene made Ono Hirakawa laugh involuntarily.

Well, it seems that I really scared this little girl just now.

Thinking of this, Ono Hirakawa couldn't help but shook his head.

What really made him angry was Hagiwara Kenji's attitude in the afternoon. The resistance that he himself might not even have noticed made Ono Hirakawa worry about it for a long time. In the end, he couldn't control these negative emotions, and all of them went to the innocent Kamisaka Naomi.

After calming down and thinking about it, Ono Hirakawa suddenly felt a little sorry for the girl.

Hey, how could I do this? He thought to himself. No, I must talk to Instructor Onitsuka when I have the chance, and try to get a recommendation for Naomi Kamisaka, so as to make up for the harm I caused her today.

He looked at the time and found that it was already late. So, Ono Hirakawa reached out to turn off the lamp on his desk, then stood up and walked to the door, locking it with his key. After doing all this, he turned around and walked towards the dormitory.

The campus was pitch black at night, without a single light. Ono Hirakawa walked in the darkness with light and quick steps.

His footsteps were extremely light, almost inaudible. If you hadn't seen someone walking here with your own eyes, you would probably have thought it was a ghost passing by silently.

It was a rare windless night, and in the silence, the slightest movement would be infinitely magnified. Oono Hirakawa stopped and deliberately slowed down his breathing.

"Kakaka..."

Oono Hirakawa frowned, closed his eyes and shook his head slightly to determine the source of the sound, then opened his eyes and walked towards the direction of the sound.

"Kakaka...kakaka..."

The sound became clearer and clearer. Ono Hirakawa approached the source of the sound step by step. His face was solemn, and his right hand quickly reached into his sleeve to grope for something. In the blink of an eye, a cold light flashed, and it turned out that an extremely sharp blade was already held in his fingertips. Then, Ono Hirakawa shook his wrist lightly, and the blade rushed straight towards the source of the sound like lightning with a sound of breaking through the air.

In an instant, the sound that had been incessantly heard suddenly stopped, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence. Ono Hirakawa did not dare to be careless, crouching down and carefully rubbing and exploring in the grass. After a while, a broken object suddenly appeared in his palm - it turned out to be a model of a cockroach!

The night was as dark as ink at this time, but it was not an obstacle for Ono Hirakawa.

His extraordinary night vision made everything around him clearly visible under the moonlight.

In the dim moonlight, he took a quick look at the "cockroach" in his hand. He saw that its internal structure was intricate, with various circuits intertwined and surprisingly perfect. Not only that, even each tiny leg of the cockroach had its own independent energy supply system, which was truly amazing.

The strike made by Ono Hirakawa just now was extremely accurate, and it just cut off the main route of the entire cockroach model. If not, I am afraid that this seemingly fragile but actually extremely tenacious "Xiao Qiang" would really demonstrate what "disabled body but strong mind" means on the spot!

Thinking of this, Ono Hirakawa could not help but feel disgusted and threw the half cockroach into his all-purpose rags pocket. Then, he slowly stood up and walked towards the thing that the cockroach was gnawing on.

When he got closer, he saw that it was a piece of black plastic rubber. At this moment, the rubber had been gnawed beyond recognition, exposing the tangled and twisted metal wires inside. Ono Hirakawa raised his head slightly and looked in the direction where the metal wires extended. He began to think and analyze rapidly in his mind, and had some thoughts in his mind.

At the same time, in the information room of the police department, a silver-white figure sneaked into it silently, without causing any ripples.