The room chief's sword doesn't want to go home today

Maybe remember, maybe not remember.

Chi Jian couldn't tell what state he was in now.

The long-lost memory flooded in like a tide at this moment, and he was like a bystander, watching everything he had experienced with cold eyes.

Chi Jian didn't understand why he suddenly thought of these things tonight.

The human world is beautiful. This is Chijian's most intuitive feeling at present. What kind of beauty is it?

They are obviously a fragile group, but they are not reconciled to the arrangement of fate, struggling to find a way out.

Chi Jian thinks this vigorous vitality is very beautiful.

It is also like this that makes Chi Jian feel that he, who once deprived 70 lives, has committed a serious crime.

He couldn't forgive the former Scarlet King who was controlled by power and lost his mind, and himself who was affected and lost his mind.

Probably no one knows that the cold and ruthless sword of Damocles will also feel guilty, and when the sword is broken and turned into powder, it will feel pain like a human being.

Chi Jian took a sip of the gradually cold milk tea, it was slightly sweet.

"When I fell the sword, it really hurt me to death."

Qingshou turned his head to look at Chijian. At this moment, Achi looked so fragile.

But what should he say at this time, he wants to comfort him, but he doesn't know how to speak, after all, not long ago, Qingshou was just a cold and ruthless sword of Damocles.

All the emotions come from the books provided by Munakata Reiji. He has completely upright three views, knows how to use some innocuous methods to seek the maximum benefit at certain moments, is kind, honest, and follows the rules, but none of these are real Qingjian.

The green sword with "order" as its creed will recklessly cut off all existences that violate order.

Indifferent, rigid, and ruthless are probably the original appearance of Qingjian.

If it was the old green sword, it would probably have chopped Zhou Fangzun directly, kicked the red sword back into the stone slab, and then chopped Conan. This kind of unruly human cub may be just a bug that affects social order in his eyes That's it, like the previous Kevin Yoshino and Mr. Waltz, it is estimated that they are all connected.

But Aomori did not become like that. When he was still a sword, he had been secretly observing the world through the perspective of Munakata Reishi.

At first, he was dissatisfied and puzzled by Munakata Reisi's "benevolent" handling methods, but later he gradually understood that even the most vicious criminals have a hidden seed called "goodness" deep in their hearts.

Under the ignorant teaching of Munakata Reiji himself, the rigid Qingjian gradually evolved into the Qingshou who appeared when they first met.

The rigid and ruthless blue sword, the bloodthirsty and manic red sword, this is the original appearance of the sword of Damocles.

All the emotions came from Munakata Reishi, or from the book Munakata Reishi bought, Aomori scratched his head and thought in bewilderment: But the specific method of comforting Achi is not mentioned in the book.

Turning his head to see Qingshou's puzzled look, Chi Jian smiled softly.

"Tch, hasn't that fellow Qing Wang taught you how to comfort others?"

"In the end, I have to teach you..."

Chi Jian muttered something in a low voice, regardless of whether Qing Shou heard it or not, he stretched out his long arms and pulled Qing Shou into his embrace.

Separated Qingshou's hands and let him wrap his arms around his waist, Chijian lowered his head and buried it in Qingshou's neck, and took a deep breath without holding back.

"Like this, have you learned?"

Chi Jian's muffled voice rang in Qing Shou's ear.

Qing Shou, who hadn't quite reacted yet, nodded in a daze, it turned out to be so simple, he was taught.

I don't know if this method is common to everyone, or it can only be used for individual existences (such as Chijian)?

Qingshou fell into thought.

After calming down, Chi Jian let go of Qing Shou slowly, seeing the thoughtful expression on the latter's face, he knew it!

The green sword is a wooden sword!

"This kind of action is only allowed to be done with Lao Tzu! Did you hear that! Even Qing Wang is not allowed!!!"

Qingshou nodded blankly.

Even if it only works for A Chi, he doesn't need to be angry.

But this is called "hug" in human terms. Why can I only do this ordinary social action with Achi?

Qingshou's small head is full of great doubts.

Chi Jian: Ancient Seven was so angry.

Just when Chi Jian was so angry that he was about to smoke, Qingshou's phone rang.

It was the old father at home who called to express his condolences on why he hadn't come home yet. Qingshou looked at the red sword next to him.

I can already lose my temper as usual, and it seems that I can go home with peace of mind.

After telling Reiji Munakata that he was going home soon, Aomori hung up the phone.

"Then let's go to Kanagawa together when I'm on vacation next week, and Achi should go back early, so don't let others worry."

"Ah, there is one more thing I want to ask Achi for help."

Saying that, Qingshou took out his Ice Emperor uniform that was beaten into a sieve from his backpack.

Fortunately, I brought spare clothes with me, otherwise I would probably be regarded as a performance artist if I walked on the street wearing such clothes.

The tool man Chijian clearly stretched out his hand, and the moment the uniform fell on his hand, a cluster of small flames lit up.

After a flash of fire, the poor uniform disappeared into the world.

Well, the last thing has been resolved, and tonight's milk tea symposium is over.

After the two swords bid farewell to each other, two rays of light, one blue and one red, flew towards their respective positions.

At this time, some young literary and artistic youths who did not sleep in the middle of the night stood on the balcony thinking about life, watching the light flashing across the sky.

"Whoa, whoa, meteor!"

……

After the last sniping/shooting/case ended, I don't know if it was because I didn't meet Conan again, Aomori lived an ordinary life as a middle school student again.

Moreover, outsiders haven't come out to make troubles recently, and everyone in the youth team hastened to take time off to enjoy life.

During this period, Chijian also specially taught Qingshou how to cut off the empathy connection between himself and the king.

Now, the sense of taste of both Munakata Reiji and Aomori was finally saved.

Soon it will be Friday again.

After Aomori sent all the information needed for tomorrow's match to the regular players, Kazutobe asked for a leave of absence.

Atobe took a deep look at Aomori.

In the eyes of the Atobe, Aomori is probably a great young man who has to bear the burden of protecting the country at a young age and move forward with heavy burdens.

Thinking that Aomori had some important task to perform again, Atobe sighed silently.

After the last kidnapping incident, Atobe also understood that he couldn't provide any help with Aomori's matter.

Agreeing to Aomori's request, Atobe looked at Aomori.

"Be careful, I won't help you with medicine anymore."

When it comes to medicine, Aomori and Atobe are silent.

That crude way of painting a wall...

Although he didn't understand why Atobe made him pay attention to safety, Aomori expressed his gratitude to Atobe for his concern.

He will go to Kanagawa with Achi, there should be no danger.

After returning home at night, after watching the news, Aomori explained to Reisi Munakata his arrangements for Saturday.

"Is this Chi Jian's initiative?"

Even if Aomori followed, Munakata Reishi couldn't help feeling worried.

That is the Kagudu crater, which has carried the lives of 70 people. Who knows if Chijian will suddenly empathize with his former self when he gets there, and create another crater.

Qingshou nodded.

"Don't worry, Ah Si, I have mastered the method to comfort Ah Chi!"

The disaster of a few years ago will never be repeated again.

A way to comfort Chijian?

Reji Munakata wanted to ask what kind of method could make Aomori so confident.

I always feel that it is a way to surprise myself.

"The stability of the Red Sword will be left to you, but we will also keep track of the Weitzman values ​​of the Red Sword and the Red King."

It is the most correct and safest way to take everything in your own hands.

……

On the train from Tokyo to Kanagawa.

Ao Shouzheng and Chi Jian, who had miscalculated the rush hour of the tram, were squeezed into the corner farthest from the door by the crowd.

In fact, if they don't want to move, no one can squeeze the two of them here.

But Qingshou felt that if they stood still, they would cause trouble to others, so the two who had been giving way all the time finally fell into a corner deep in the carriage.

Now there is no need to worry about causing trouble to others, but if the two of them want to get out of the car, it will be troublesome.

The red sword that has been blocking passers-by with its body and encircling Qingshou in his arm is on the verge of exploding.

He now feels that these human beings are not worthy of his admiration at all!

Squeezing and squeezing, they still remember that they are human beings and not sardines!

At this time, Chi Jian suddenly felt a pair of hands around his waist, and then Qingshou standing in front of him stuck up.

Lowering his head, Chi Jian saw himself in Qing Shou's clear eyes.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, we will arrive at the station soon."

Chi Jian blushed slightly, and turned his head away awkwardly.

"Hey, I know."

As a result, when they arrived at the station, because there were too many people, they just squeezed in front of the car door.

The whistle of the staff on the platform has already sounded, and the car door is slowly closed in front of Qingshou and Chijian.

Qingshou: Oops, it’s a step too late, Ah Chi won’t be angry again.

Thinking about it, he secretly glanced at Chi Jian.

Unexpectedly, Chi Jian also looked towards Qing Shou.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Chi Jian's face blushed unconsciously again.

"Aren't you here to comfort me?"

So Qingshou performed his duties seriously, and hugged him again.

"Oh oh oh oh hoo!"

"Hug again and again!"

"Zhimao Gong is so cute, I have locked this cp!!!!!!"

There was a whispered discussion from the other end of the carriage. Chi Jian, who didn't know much about these people, looked away after seeing that the other party was not malicious.

I sighed silently in my heart: Qingjian's dead brain is still very useful sometimes.

Because they passed the stop, they had to get off at the next stop and take the tram in the opposite direction to go back.

The Kaguto crater sounds like a huge deep crater, but in fact, after the sea level rises, it has become an arc-shaped harbor.

The only thing that can explain what kind of tragedy happened here is a huge stone tablet standing beside the pit.

The names of all the victims were densely recorded on it.

Under the stone tablet, there are scattered bunches of white chrysanthemums.

'Mother! '

'Save us! '

'This is God's wrath, God's wrath! '

……

In an instant, those memories buried deep in my heart gushed out like a flood.

As if returning to the moment when the sword fell, the sword of Damocles fell slowly.

At the same time, the unsuspecting people not far away went about their day's work as usual, and they knew nothing about the coming disaster.

"Stop...stop!"

Chi Jian covered his head, and as his emotions fluctuated, flames continued to emerge from his body.

Too bad.

Qingshou hurriedly pulled the red sword and ran towards the beach where the crowds were not so dense.

Don't think about it, the Weitzman numerical alarm in the station must have sounded at this time.

Moreover, Chi Jian's abnormality has already attracted the attention of passers-by, and some people are ready to fire/call the police for help.

Qingshou, who was about to be burnt, looked at the passers-by who gradually gathered around him, and his brain, which had been thinking calmly, suddenly short-circuited.

Not only to avoid ordinary people, but also to help Ah Chi regain his sanity.

There is only one way right now.

Half dragging and half holding the red sword, Qingshou speeded up, and the two drew a beautiful parabola in the air.

"Ah! Someone jumped into the sea!"