Untitled Conan II

The mouthful of the child couldn't help being funny and happy, "Yuantai, you've already had three cups, you can't eat any more, the weather is cold now, be careful of getting sick."

Yuan Tai's body froze when he stood up, his head drooped like an eggplant from the beating of frost, and he said in a muffled voice, "Yes..."

"But that Mr. James disappeared after he was rescued—" Bumi sipped the ice cream gently, and finally muttered something in a low voice, as if he was a little dissatisfied, "He didn't even say a word of thanks..."

"Mr. James?" I repeated, blinking.

"Ah." Hui Yuan, who was sitting on my right side silently holding a cup of coffee, suddenly nodded in response, with a cold voice, "James Blank, he gave his own name."

"Eh? Is that so." I noticed that on the left, Conan was looking at me, as if he wanted to see something from my face. I turned my head and looked back at him suspiciously, but he moved his eyes away.

"Sister Xiaoyou, are you in poor health?" Ayumi tilted her head to look at me.

"Huh?" I wondered.

"Because you are always sick," the little girl frowned. "Several times, my sister is also very worried!"

"Uh, maybe it's a little bit," I laughed dryly, I didn't know what to say, "It made Ling and Ayumi worry!"

"Hmm..." Ayumi shook her head, then bit her lip and looked up at me with a serious and serious expression, "Ayumi didn't mean to say that."

"Huh?" I was taken aback again.

"Ayumi just wanted to ask, where did that brother Shinichi go? Why didn't he stay with Sister Xiaoyou? He didn't show up when Sister Xiaoyou was sick!" The little girl was quite indignant when she said this. The silver spoon in his hand poked loudly on the glass.

"Uh..." I froze my expression, then reacted and squinted to the left, and saw that the face of a boy wearing glasses had already turned black.

"My sister also said that such a boyfriend is not good at all, so let's just get rid of it!" Ayumi said, and nodded to show that she agreed with this statement, and then said, "My sister also said, don't you like him?" How nice it is to be gentle and careful like the second elder brother, or to be like elder brother Zhi Yin, he shouldn’t die on a piece of wood.”

"Dead on a log?" I wondered.

"What she wants to say should be that she shouldn't be hanged on a tree." Haibara stated calmly. That's right."

Why did I hear a bit of schadenfreude in her tone?Is this an illusion?

"Hey." Conan's forehead was full of black lines.

"Cough—" I laughed dryly, vaguely speaking, "You can't say that..."

However, seeing the serious-looking girl in front of me and the nodding boys on both sides, I couldn't help swallowing.

Hey—how do you explain this kind of thing~

I glanced at Conan feebly, and spread my hands, expressing my powerlessness.

When he saw my movement, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Anyway, I sent the group of children away. I glanced at the boy who was sitting on the chair with his chin in one hand in a daze. I walked up to him and took off his glasses.

I squinted my eyes and said, "Don't think about anything for me, let alone take the antidote secretly!"

He opened his eyes slightly, his face seemed a little surprised, then he laughed again, and said slowly, "When did I say I'm going to take that medicine?"

I was startled, curled my lips and muttered, "Then why are you in a daze..."

"I'm thinking about something." Putting down his hand on his chin, he straightened his body and corrected the expression on his face.

"Huh?" I blinked, puzzled, "What are you thinking?"

He looked at me, his eyes didn't blink for a moment, as if he wanted to catch my eyes firmly, and then he said softly, "What kind of experiment are you doing, and what do you want to prove?"

My body trembled, and I turned my head subconsciously to avoid his gaze.

"Can't tell me?"

Biting my lower lip, I clenched my hand, but couldn't say a word.

"Yes, I understand."

His voice was quiet, without disappointment, resentment or dissatisfaction, nothing, calm and terrifying.

"I..." Turning to look at him, I opened my mouth, a little anxious, but couldn't speak.

"I don't understand what you've been afraid of all this time," he looked at me expressionlessly, his blue eyes without glasses were so deep that he couldn't see to the end, "I just want to tell you that no matter what you become Whatever happens, no matter what happens, even if you forget me, don't like me anymore, even if you hate me, I won't let you go. Unless I die. "

"you……"

I never thought that I would hear such fierce words from his mouth, even betting my life and death. I stared at him blankly with wide eyes, unable to recover for a while.

He chuckled lightly, with a little bit of self-mockery in his voice, the voice was still immature as a child, but with some vicissitudes of hoarseness, he didn't know if it was an illusion. He lowered his head, his eyes fell on his hands, and he opened his eyes. , hold tight again.

"Am I a failure?" I couldn't see his expression, but I could feel the sadness in his heart. This feeling made me more uneasy than empathy, but he didn't look at me at all, and whispered to himself, " You are always afraid, you are afraid, but you don’t tell me anything. I made you afraid, I made you uneasy? Because I can’t do anything, I can’t help you, such a body, even if you meet I can't protect you in times of danger."

"no……"

"Obviously I've always been by your side, but I can't be with you openly; Ayumi and the others' doubts are not without reason. I am not a competent lover, I am not careful enough, I am not careful enough, and I often ignore you because of solving cases; I am not enough Knowing you, I can't make you feel at ease; even now, the body of a 6-year-old child can't hug you, kiss you, and make you worry about me all the time. Isn't it a failure for me like this?"

The Man From Chicago ([-])

"Stop talking nonsense!" I squatted down impulsively, keeping my line of sight parallel with his. I looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I never thought about it that way."

He didn't speak, but just looked at me, his azure eyes were no longer bright and sharp as before, but instead had a feeling of ashes, which made me startled and distressed.

"Really, Shinichi, I really haven't thought about it that way." I grabbed his clothes tightly with my fingers, and I was so anxious that I almost cried, but I didn't know how to explain and express my thoughts.

Biting my lip, I suddenly put my hand around his small body, feeling the stiffness of his body, lowered my eyes, and said in a low voice, "I have been hiding something...I dare not tell anyone, even Dad, brother, and brother Shao'ang, I dare not say it, it's not that I don't trust you, it's not that I think you are unreliable, it's because I'm afraid—"

I tightened my arms and hugged him tightly, and leaned my forehead on that small shoulder. I could feel his hands slowly wrapping around my waist hesitantly, with a sore and soft feeling in my heart, "I'm fed up with being always Fate always seems to be calculated, nothing can be done, nothing can be changed. Until—until I watched my father be killed in front of my eyes. I hate that damn fate, and I hate what I can't do it myself!"

A small hand was gently stroking my back, as if comforting me, I heard his deep voice, "It's not your fault, girl."

Shaking my head, I paused for a while before calming down, "I really want to convince myself like this... But, I can't deceive myself. Because, I clearly know—"

His body trembled, but he didn't speak.

I feel that my heart is numb. Although it is still beating, it seems that there is something through it, and I can no longer feel whether it still exists in my body.

"It is said that human beings are afraid because of the unknown, but what I am afraid of is because I know and I know." Taking a deep breath, I said in a hoarse voice, "I know that my father will die, and I know that Guoguang will die. My brother will play tennis, I know that Seikai will win the national championship, I know, I know that Kudo Shinichi...will become Edogawa Conan. Before these things happened, I knew."

"I know that Hiroki will commit suicide, I know who my brothers and sisters' future partners will be, even every time there is a murder, every time someone is killed, I know... I know..."

The whole space was very quiet, only the sound of shallow breathing, and my sobbing from time to time.

After a long time, until I closed my eyes and didn't want to open them again, his voice came from my ears again, very soft, very soft.

"You must have worked hard," he said.

No blame, no questioning, just whispering with a little pity, "You didn't tell the truth, did you?"

I froze.

"You said you knew everything, but you didn't do anything. Is it because you don't do it, or because you don't have the ability to do it?" He sighed, and slowly analyzed, "Don't blame everything on yourself, and don't blame yourself for what you think. Too important. You're just an ordinary girl, not a savior."

I pursed my lips, pressed my forehead against his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Why didn't you ask me, even though you knew someone would die and didn't stop you. Just tell any of you, maybe many tragedies won't happen."

His shoulders trembled, as if he was chuckling, and then he asked, "You really know?"

Frowning, I tilted my head to look at his side face, "Don't you believe it?"

"I believe." His eyebrows twitched