Conan's Dark Night Festival

Right.

"Yes."

I glanced at the expression on Shiho's face now, that appearance and tone of voice were not joking.Except for the faint blush on her cheeks covered by the sunglasses, there is nothing unusual about it. It seems that this task is not as simple as I thought at first.Wait a minute... the faint blush on the cheeks? ?The blush on the cheeks! ?I deliberately glanced at Zhibao carefully, the blush on her cheeks seemed to be much deeper.My God, icebergs can actually melt?Sure enough, my charm is irresistible again?

"Hey," just when I was secretly pleased, Zhibao looked at me inexplicably and said, "Why are you smirking like a fool?"

"Ah... no," at this time, we had arrived at the address of our residence, which was a self-employed apartment, "I was just thinking, maybe we live in the same place."

"It's terrible..." After she heard it, a word of contempt slipped into my ears.

"Hey! I'm not thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking about!" Realizing that she might have misunderstood something, I quickly explained.

Ding!The elevator door opened, and Zhibao let go of my arm in disgust, and walked straight to the door of a room, the door number is 405.She opened the door with the key she just got from the manager, turned around and said to me expressionlessly, "I didn't say you shouldn't think about it. Since you mentioned it, you must have thought about it." Quite a lot. So you don't have to explain."

"Eh……"

"It's getting late, please rest early after you find a place to live. I will email you the address of the house, and some things you need to do."

"Hello..."

"Finally, please don't come to me if there are no special circumstances, thank you for your cooperation."

After finishing speaking, the woman slammed the door mercilessly without giving me any chance to explain.I was left alone outside the door, lonely, if a passer-by walked by behind me now, I really wanted to ask him if the word "injustice" was written on my face...

【Chapter66】Clean 17-year-old boy

I never knew what fate was arranged in the dark, and I always felt that everything that would happen was different from person to person.It's not like the Ferris wheel in an amusement park, no matter how it turns, it will eventually return to the original point after the specified time, and no matter how the scenery changes, it will always be the same and boring.

Therefore, when I lost my way because I couldn't find the address of my residence, the strange surname "A Li" came into my eyes, and the rhythm of my heart's regular beating suddenly missed a beat, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity hit me directly The brain, and then wrote down the traces of being here in my mind.But in fact, when I heard the word "Japan", when I got off the plane, and when I saw the Tokyo Tower, I always thought that I had never been to this place.Of course, these impressions are only from memory over the past few years.

I raised my head and took a closer look at the one-storey house in front of me. There were clear traces of rainwater flow and old stains on the eaves, plus the messy and light-colored scratches on the iron gate and the number plate. The people inside should live here. It's been quite a while.You should be familiar with the roads around here, right?

Thinking this way, he stretched out his hand and pressed the doorbell. Not long after the lingering sound of "ding dong" disappeared, the door inside opened with an elderly voice, "Come here, come here."

"Sorry to bother you so late." I stood outside the iron gate facing a "middle-aged man" in a white coat and reading glasses who came out from inside?Bowed at 90 degrees, "I just moved here, but I didn't know the way for the first time, so I came here to ask the way. You've lived here for a long time, you should understand?"

"It's okay, just ask." The gray-haired old man closed the door and walked towards me, with a kind smile on his face, "However, how do you know that I've lived here for a long time?"

When he approached until there was only an iron gate between me and him, I raised my hand to point to the house behind him that radiated lights in the dark night, but I didn't want to see him staring at me with a shocked face. Before I could speak, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and then he said such a sentence.

"So it's Shinichi. I said why does the voice sound so familiar. Also, what kind of passerby are you pretending to be at night? You won't forget your way home when you come back from New York?"

Although what was reflected in my pupils was an old man with a smiling face, but there were no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from laughing. This kind of laughter hurt me a lot, an indescribable discomfort.

A sorry smile appeared on my cheeks, and I helplessly defended myself, "Grandpa...I am not the Shinichi you said, my name is..."

Wait! ?I was about to announce my name when I suddenly stopped, Shinichi! ?Is this the second time I have heard this name?While on the plane...

——"Eh? Shin...Shinichi?"

No way... Could this be the fate in the legend?I took a half-moon look at the curious look of the white-haired old man in front of me who wanted to hear my next words, and simply threw a sentence to myself: Stop dreaming, how is it possible.

"Cough, grandpa, first," I held out two fingers to give an example to the old man, "my name is Tetsuyu Xiye, and I have never had a second name. Second, this is my first time in Japan. It's even less likely to be the Shinichi you mentioned. So, do you understand?"

"Xiye...?" The moment I finished speaking, his eyes dimmed, and he didn't know what to say to himself.

Seeing that he seemed to be stuck in some heavy memory, he said hello and wanted to go and look for it by himself, but he heard the old man next to him who shouldn't stay, "Hey, how about staying at my house? It's so late It’s hard to find a place. Besides, you look like a high school student. After you transfer to another school, you will report to the nearby Didan High School in two or three days? I know how to get there, and you live in someone who knows the way. It will be more convenient at home than alone.”

Will it be more convenient than a person?That is true.However, inviting a stranger to live in his home so suddenly made one wonder if it was a conspiracy.Tsk, what am I thinking, I shook my head, what kind of plot can an old man have, or against a stranger?Do not make jokes.

But you still have to show some courtesy.

"Tsk," I replied a little worried, "won't this bother you?"

"No," he showed the same kind smile as before, "I have always lived in this house alone, and I think it would be fun to have one more person."

"Well, then I will relieve your loneliness. However, I will pay you the living expenses."

"Of course I will. After all, you live." He opened the iron gate, and I followed him into the house.The interior layout is very simple but looks comfortable. The kitchen is designed as a wrap-around bar, and the living room is spacious with a single bed under the wrap-around.And in the bedroom there are also two beds.There is a door behind the bathroom. According to the grandfather, it is the basement.Walking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, you can go to the backyard.It can be said that it is a house with a very unique design, and... I always feel that I have seen it somewhere before, and it is a very familiar place, but I don't know where it is.

"Okay," I got up and closed the closet, "I've packed my luggage and I'll go out and say hello to grandpa."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and caught a glimpse of the photo album on the table by the window.Eh?A picture of grandpa?I went closer to pick it up and saw that the grandpa was standing in the middle, and he was holding two boys who looked like seven or eight years old. The two boys looked exactly the same.The boy on the right has an innocent smile on his face, while the corner of the boy's mouth on the left raises an angle that doesn't look like a child's. Is it more appropriate to use the term "clean 17-year-old boy" to explain it?Hey, so this guy really looks like me, the same person...

【Chapter67】He is dead

Dr. A Li, kindly took in my grandfather last night.The reason for claiming to live together is because one person is too deserted, and one more person will make him feel more lively.But assuming the photo of me last night in my bedroom wasn't a coincidence, there's a new explanation for how it happened.In addition, the name "Xinyi" was inexplicably called twice, one was heard from the mouth of the man named Lan on the plane, and the other was learned from Dr. A Li.The plane was a flight to Tokyo, Japan, which proved that the boy named Shinichi was either traveling to Japan or living in Japan himself.And what Dr. Ali blurted out last night was his name, which shows that Dr. Ali must have a close relationship with him, and they still live nearby.

At this point in the analysis, I raised my hand to look at the time displayed on the watch at six o'clock, and was about to continue jogging back to Dr. Ali's house when a pleasant female voice came from behind: "Xinyi!"

Such a sudden sound made me stunned for five seconds.No way, no matter how fate is, it would be too much...

"Phew~ I finally stopped." A girl with long hair and purple eyes came into my eyes, panting and smiling just like the one I saw on the plane, "It's so strange that I can see you Get up so early and run in the morning. Didn't you tell me you were tired last night?"

Tsk, looking at this clumsy girl who admitted she was wrong for the second time, the evil taste lurking in my heart spontaneously arose.I'm so sorry if I don't make a proper adjustment." Zhe Yu