Contract with the Magician under the Moon

I am Yiyi Zhuli, and I am with Kudo-kun at the temple fair.This should be the background of a romantic story, and I should also use this situation to start a romantic love story.

But unfortunately, with me and Kudo-kun, there is a redundant elementary school student.

"The Mask of the Night, I will accept it"

Kudo said this, and the sinking tone was extremely magnetic.His volume is not loud, probably only me and Conan standing beside him can hear clearly.

Perhaps it is not too much to describe the current situation with the attention of the public.

In front of the can throwing game booth, Kudo is undoubtedly the most eye-catching one.In his hand was the last bean bag, and the small red cloth bag with a golden drawstring almost attracted everyone's attention.

Even Conan, his expression was even more shocked than before.He stared at Kudo with a strange vigilance in his eyes.

I can't read the kid's eyes, but he never looks like a normal elementary school student, so I don't think it's important as I'm used to it.

The important thing is that as long as all the last pile of jars are shot down, then the mask that Kudo called "Night Mask" will become our spoils of war.

The surrounding atmosphere gradually became tense because of Kudo's enthusiasm for successfully knocking down the jar twice before. It seemed that other people also held their breath and stared at this side intently.

Me too, subconsciously breathing carefully.

Before Kudo threw out the last bean bun, I couldn't help looking at the boy's face carefully for a while.Except for the handsome face that fascinated me several times, the corners of his mouth curled up in a confident manner, as if he was determined to win.

Inexplicably, I also had mystified confidence in him.After all, this is Kudo-kun.

I turned my gaze to the third pile of cans stacked in front of me. These orderly stacked cans are obviously much more difficult than the previous two piles of cans, because the piles are three-dimensional, and the number is naturally compared to the first two piles. The geometric multiple increases.

I have a vague premonition that maybe Kudo can really shoot down all the jars very smoothly.

I swallowed nervously, and my eyes followed every small movement of Kudo, for fear of missing any details.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the noise outside the crowd seemed to become a background board for isolation.

Kudo squinted his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes.After making the final confirmation, his arm slowly raised.

Under the expectant eyes of the crowd, the moment Doubao dropped his hand, a football shot out from nowhere flew towards Doubao.

The football and the bean bag collided, and the bean bag changed its original trajectory and flew in another direction. After landing lightly, the drawstring of the bag came loose, and the beans inside spilled out.

But the football that appeared unexpectedly smashed the third pile of cans and flew around, all of which fell down.

The scene was extremely chaotic, and when everyone was still speechless in shock, the stall owner himself was the first to react.

Anger rushed into his face, he took a step forward and yelled at Kudou unceremoniously: "Hey!! What are you doing! What are you doing! You're messing around! That little brat! It's you, football can be so casual Kicking! Are you going to kick over my stall!"

The stall owner pointed at Conan's nose and yelled loudly. He called out Conan's name, and I realized that the football was actually kicked by Conan.

I was so shocked that my eyes widened. A certain elementary school student who was named was holding the hair on the back of his head while pretending to be cute while trying to escape the scolding: "Didn't he do it on purpose! I thought I could help! This boss Sorry, I know I was wrong!"

The childish face is full of innocence and innocence, and the speed of apology is top-notch.

From the perspective of passers-by, for this kind of cute kid who made a mistake and apologized proactively, they might forgive him softly, but in the eyes of the shop owner, this is clearly a brat who can't be beaten enough to catch him.

It's fine if the jar is upside down, because the football's momentum is so strong that it also knocked down the prize rack behind the booth.

"Do you use the ball to kick the bean bag if you can't throw the can down! Such a result is invalid, do you know! And my shelf fell down, and you have to compensate me for the loss!"

I don't know what Conan's sudden kick means, is he trying to stop Kudo from knocking down the third pile of cans?

But is there any point in stopping it!Wouldn't it be great if you could get a prize!Why do you do that?Or is this guy deliberately not wanting that pile of cans to be knocked down because Kudo didn't approve of what he said was a futile proposal?

Wow, that's too childish!Oh no, he was just a brat in the first place, so there seemed to be nothing wrong with thinking about it this way.

"Kudou-kun..." I turned my eyes to the detective boy next to me for help, but he didn't answer me, and just stood silently aside.

Kudo hangs his head halfway, bangs cast a shadow in front of his eyes, I can't quite see his expression at the moment.

Are you angry about it?

No wonder, if it was me, I would be super angry too!

"Kudou-kun?" I called him again.

But before he responded, it was Conan who stopped me first.

"One! Be careful!"

It's clearly an immature voice, and there are only a few simple words, but it uses an adult's tone.Moreover, Conan called me "One", not the sweet and greasy "Sister Zhuli".

For a while, I couldn't match this sentence with Conan who said it.If it wasn't for the wrong tone, I would have thought that the person who called me just now was Kudo, because that tone was exactly the same as Kudo's usual tone.

"Eh?"

Sometimes I am really angry that my reflex arc is too long. Before I can react, Kudo next to me suddenly drags me over.A sudden pull made me lose my center of gravity, followed by a bang, and pink smoke rose all around.

The next second after I accidentally inhaled the smoke, I coughed violently, and tears flowed from my eyes because of the irritating gas.

"Cough cough cough..."

When I lost my center of gravity, I thought I might fall to the ground, but what I fell to was a solid piece of warmth, like someone's chest.I closed my eyes in the smoke, and I don't know who caught me.

"...Kudou-kun?" I called out blindly, because I hoped that the person who caught me was Kudo.It's just that the cold water was poured too fast, and the embrace quickly pushed me out. With this strength, I sank a bit, and when I tried to get up again, something seemed to fix me on my wrist. This fixed point was pulled back a bit.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Conan's voice: "Phantom Thief Kidd!"

After the words fell, the crowd suddenly boiled up. Because of this name, the already chaotic scene became even worse.Everyone screamed and started jostling and shoving. There was a chaotic huddle, and people around me squeezed towards me.

"Is Kidd here???"

"Ahh Kid sama!!"

"Where is Kidd! Has it really appeared?!"

……

There are all kinds of voices, and the more this is the case, the more diverse the crowd will be.It's all because of the bad guy Kidd, I'm almost squeezed into a meatloaf.

At this point, I have a vengeance on Kaitou Kidd in my heart, blaming him for causing such confusion.

When the smoke dissipated slowly, in a small space in the center of the collapsed gift shelf behind the booth, stood Mr. Phantom Thief in a white dress.

At the intersection of sight and light, a corner of his white dress was slightly lifted by the wind, corresponding to the curvature of his lips.

The rising ending of "Good evening" sounds a bit seductive.

"Kidd!?" I subconsciously shouted out, but the crowd was noisy, and my voice was almost buried in the chaos.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but after the call, Kidd raised his head, and his eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim of the hat caught me in the crowd, and I felt that I was caught in his eyes.It's just that his monocle reflects the light, and he is full of mystery, which makes me really unpredictable.

Kidd's appearance really surprised me, although before that, Conan made it clear once, saying that there is Kidd's goal here tonight.

I didn't pay attention at the time...

Suddenly, I regretted quitting Risa’s Kidd support group. If I were still in the group now, they should have already been posting about Kidd, right?At least after reading those news, I will be somewhat psychologically prepared for Kidd's appearance.

I just wanted to call out to Kudou who was beside me, but when I turned around, I couldn't find the figure of the detective boy anymore. He was still by my side just a moment ago.

What surprised me even more was that I finally saw clearly what it was that was pulling my wrist just now.

It was Conan's buckle, the buckle that was supposed to be on Kudo's right hand.At this moment, the two ends of this chain link me and Conan together.

In other words... the "Kudo Shinichi" who was by my side just now was Kaitou Kid in disguise? ? ?

I suddenly turned my head and looked at the fallen shelf at the back of the stall. Kidd was standing there, pressing the brim of the white top hat with one hand, and holding the mask that was the grand prize of the stall owner in the other.

Was that mask really Kidd's target? ? ?But why is it in such a place...

"Night Mask, I will accept it"

The exact same sentence, at this moment, came out of Kaitou Kidd's mouth.

At this moment, I suddenly understood the reason for Conan's strange behavior along the way.

After rethinking everything, and thinking about "Kudo Shinichi" as Kaitou Kidd, I found that Conan was right, and I was the fool who had been fooled by Kidd all the time.

Phantom Thief Kid... This guy tramples on my girlish heart, bastard!

Man's mouth is a deceitful ghost, when will you protect me, eh?I still remember the sorrow of the rooftop last time!

"Damn it! Kidd..." Conan, who was buckled together with me, also said angrily, he looked at the buckle on his wrist, and reached into his pocket with his free hand, "Zhu Sister Li, I will lock it now..."

Having said this, Conan suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

"The key...is missing."

"Gone?!"

"It must be Kidd..."

I took a deep breath.

There is a saying that things must be reversed when they are extreme, and now I am extremely angry and anti-quiet.Not only was I calm, I even wanted to laugh a little bit.

"Heh, what key do you want?" I said, and then, with no expression on my face, I grabbed the chain buckle that somehow locked me and Conan.

The author has something to say: I accidentally set a flag, and I feel more and more unable to write a confession.

But it's okay, Douzi will definitely chase his wife to the crematorium, Zhuli is angry 2333

The chapters are getting thinner and thinner, try your best, there will be an update tomorrow, see you tomorrow night!

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of white clothes and cranes;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!