[Net King + Conan] Time Lost City

It was pouring rain outside, and the continuous raindrops dripped on the window sill one after another, knocking on the glass window, splashing a thin layer of water mist.

The mechanical female voice on the TV is broadcasting the latest murder case that has been solved. The famous detective Mori Kogoro has solved a strange case again and has become famous. The laughter of the man in a suit on the screen is horrible. The remote control on the side changed the channel.

In the blink of an eye, Mori Kogoro's smug face was replaced by a live broadcast of the Victoria's Secret runway show. The modern and trendy background music was very rhythmic. Asakura Muliu turned and went back to the kitchen, cooking porridge in a small pot There is a sweet smell coming out of it. On the chopping board, the light blue glass bowl is exquisite like an exhibit in a museum. It is crystal clear. Qiancang Muliu has always liked these exquisite bottles and jars. From water cups to teapots to salt The oil bottles are all carefully selected by Mu Liuqian, and they are unique.

When my friend Hattori Heiji and childhood sweethearts Toyama and Ye who came all the way from Osaka came here as guests, Toyama and Yeman said enviously: "Seeing these makes me want to get married, it's so delicate .”

Hattori Heiji sneered at this: "These are only appearances but not practical things, and only you women are treasures."

Mu Liu couldn't deny it, but smiled slowly, his brows stretched, and his smile was calm.

The soft and plump rice grains are stretched out in a small fire, and the lean meat is boiled hot, light and pleasing.

After turning off the fire and serving the porridge, the crisp sound of the bowl being placed on the table and the door opening sounded at the same time. Mu Liu glanced at his watch and curled his lips. This guy is on time every day. I really don’t know how he got this skill. .

Even though he was running wildly in the rain, the man didn't look embarrassed at all. His slightly curly short black hair stuck to his face obediently in the baptism of rain, which softened his usual unrestrainedness a little.

"Tsk, the weather forecast is getting more and more unreliable." The man took off his wet coat, frowned slightly and complained, but obviously the freshly baked preserved egg porridge on the table surprised his frivolous eyebrows instantly. look.

Regardless of the fact that it was still hot, the man picked up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon. The soft glutinous rice did not need to be chewed at all, and he swallowed it whole. It’s all good, it’s the first time I have achieved such a result, it’s barely enough.”

With his usual arrogant and bad personality and arrogance, Mu Liu put his chopsticks heavily on the table.

"You went to the cemetery?" Watching the man drink the last spoonful of porridge, Mu Liu asked abruptly.

The man smiled lightly and asked back, "How can you see that?"

"The smell of dirt on shoes and lilies."

"As expected of Senior Yansheng's daughter, she observes very meticulously." The man finally stopped being stingy with his compliments, but stopped the end and said in a twist, "But it was actually Miwako who told you."

"..." Will you die if you don't hit people?

Mentioning Yansheng, Mu Liu's eyes sank, yellowing memories rushed into his mind like a violent flood, and the man's sharp and handsome profile gradually blurred...

If there hadn't been the major bombing three years ago, the person sitting in front of him should still be the elite backbone of the mechanical department of the Metropolitan Police Department. Even though he was already middle-aged, Nobuo Asakura was admired for his meticulous thinking and ability.

Like most single fathers, Nobuo Asakura devoted his whole life to his beloved work and his only daughter. The calmness and wisdom at work and the loving father in life are now broken memories. The lung-cracking noise connected to the heaven on the other side.

At the funeral, many people came, no relatives or friends, most of them were friends, including my father’s former colleagues, all members of the blasting team, friends from the investigation department and the criminal department, and the famous detective novelist Yusaku Kudo, And father's former attending doctor Eiji Ninzuzu...

Mu Liu, who was holding the urn, was at the end of the crowd and saw the man in the black windbreaker. He had changed from the wanton and unruly man in the past, and he was so haggard that it made people feel distressed.

"I'm sorry..." Many people used to think that getting this man to apologize was as difficult as going to heaven.

"You don't need to apologize to me." Mu Liu heard his own dry and hoarse voice, which was more precocious than his peers, "You were bought by Dad with his life, and you are the witness and continuation of his life, Matsuda-kun (Note) 1)."

A week later, Matsuda Jinpei became the new guardian of Asakura Muliu, and Asakura Yansheng left Muliu his life savings. Police, especially criminal police, as a high-risk job, the salary is always enviable. hatred.

"Before your father died, let me take good care of you until you meet another person who can make you happy."

Great promises and best wishes.

That year, Asakura Muliu was 14 years old and Matsuda Jinhei was 24 years old.

In fact, it is false to say that there is no hatred. The blood of the family that has depended on each other with his father since childhood is thicker than water. Even though he knows that Asakura Nobuo and Matsuda Jinpei are rare friends, it is an indisputable fact that his father died for this man. It is a kind of entanglement between emotion and reason, but there are many things that you have no choice but to accept.

Obviously, Matsuda Jinpei is not a man who can take care of others. Contrary to his romantic appearance, his lifestyle is as unruly and casual as his personality. His apartment is very large, and he spends money like water in an expensive and scary prime location , but not much furniture, mostly black and white, kitchen utensils are readily available but spotless.

When he first moved here, Muliu was silent most of the time, and she couldn't eat the takeaway he ordered. Matsuda showed a slightly annoyed look, and he clumsily fiddled in the kitchen for a long time and finally called for foreign help in frustration.

He is trying to take care of her, because of guilt and compensation; she is not yet an adult and has no relatives, so she needs a guardian, and he takes it.

Mu Liu didn't expect that the foreign aid Matsuda invited was Miwako Sato, that always beautiful and capable policewoman.

Sato was holding a bowl of bone soup noodles, the rich soup was sprinkled with green onions, the noodles were soft and sticky, her eyebrows were gentle, and her palms were warm: "Try it, is it the taste made by Senior Asakura?"

Dad's craftsmanship... Mu Liu's eyes turned red, and finally he couldn't help crying.

Life will never treat you preferentially just because you are a girl, you have to learn to dry your tears and be strong.

Songtian took out the scallion pancakes and salted duck he had bought, and drank another bowl of porridge. Mu Liu handed him a towel, and he asked while wiping his hair, "The club is not active today?"

Asakura Muliu is a student at Ice Emperor High School, and his club activity on weekends is the Kendo club.

"Go in the afternoon." Mu Liu looked at his watch, it was time to go.

Matsuda is not a qualified guardian. The police work dooms him to leave early and return late, forgetting to eat and sleep. His personality makes people gnash their teeth, loose and arrogant. It takes a lot of running-in to fall in love or live with such a person. Mu Liu is always in a good mood Actively guessing when he and Ms. Sato will be able to achieve a positive result, or tear down the bridge for him without pain.

"Sister Miwako, I think the new police officer Takagi is very interesting to you recently. Do you really not consider getting rid of this guy with a terrible personality? Hundreds of cells will be burned to death every day against such a person." Mu Liu said His expression was extremely bad.

Sato laughed loudly: "Don't be like this, Xiaoliu, I still like to see you in a daze, it's so cute!"

"..." So it is true to say that if you stay with someone for a long time, you will become something. Please return the gentle and considerate sister Meihezi!

Before going out, Mu Liu saw a message from Hattori Heiji on the computer. First, he complained about the nagging of Toyama and Ye as usual. Smiley announced in a particularly high-end style that he was coming to Tokyo, because Kaito Kidd sent a notice letter, and he wanted to catch him.

Tell me what happened in Tokyo, why are you from Osaka joining in the fun?Mu Liu's reply was quite unwelcoming and disgusting.

"Tsk tsk, don't be like this, Xiao Muliu, He Ye and I miss you very much, and then I will introduce you to a very interesting guy. He is as obsessed with Sherlock Holmes as you are, but I don't know why you are so I'm fascinated by the long-faced actor named bc (Note 2), although his Sherlock Holmes is really good, but I, Big Ellery, will rule the world forever."

"(╰_╯)#Go to hell, my male god has dumped you for centuries! You black briquette! Stamp you to death!"

"The brainless fans really can't be saved..."

"Stab you to death! Stab you to death!"

"..."

The rain finally stopped. The weather did not become cooler because of the rain, but became hotter. Bingdi’s school uniform was made of very considerate material, warm in winter and cool in summer. Matsuda stuffed Muliu’s schoolbag with an umbrella and milk, and picked up his coat. They went out together.

"I'll probably be back later at night." Matsuda put on his sunglasses, picked up a cigarette, and said casually.

Mu Liu was not in a good mood, so he waved his hands absently: "It doesn't matter if you don't come back, just don't bring the messy woman back."

Matsuda took out the lighter from his pocket, clicked his tongue in disapproval, how could he be so sensual...

Speaking of Phantom Thief Kidd... Mu Liu seems to have finally remembered something. The headlines of the campus tabloids have been focusing on this topic these two days, because the target of that Mr. Phantom Thief who has fascinated thousands of girls this time is the Atobe family. The family heirloom necklace, and the current young owner of the necklace is the official minister of the family at the same table, Keigo Atobe.

Speaking of this person, Mu Liu felt that her mood was even more depressed. In fact, she didn't know him, and there was no intersection between them at all, but there seemed to be a little misunderstanding recently, and everyone would be happy if I explained it. Mu Liu thinks so, but her deskmate Feng Changtaro refuses to help her no matter what, and tells her with certainty that this is an irreconcilable conflict, and the minister will not forgive her.

"Feng Jun, I always thought you were a good person." Mu Liu was very sad. In fact, there is nothing she can do to offend someone unintentionally, but this kind of offending has already interfered with her normal life, because there are many support groups from Abuba every day. The members of the team used knife-like eyes to tear Muliu into pieces, so this matter needs to be resolved. Well-rounded students."

What else is written in the book?

"I'm very happy that Asakura-san thinks so, but I really can't do anything about it." Feng Changtaro's face was helplessly shy, very handsome, and meticulously cute, "You said that the minister's face looks like Plucked groundhog ass, minister is pissed."

In fact, it is strange that he is not angry, but... Mu Liu sniffed in frustration, "Actually, I wasn't talking about him, this is really just a misunderstanding..."