[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

Among the narrow alleyways, the ancient buildings of Kyoto lie quietly.

Tomo Amuro almost bit the bullet and led Tomo Fujima to figure out the custom.After returning to the hotel, he finally breathed a sigh of relief about the general situation of the street, but he became worried again.

"What are you shy about?" Fujima Satoshi asked, looking worried about him.

Amuro glanced at her and sighed slightly.

Their identities are husband and wife traveling to Kyoto, so the hotel only booked one room.

So as a girl, is she not shy at all?

...to share a bed with a strange man or something.

"What are you afraid of?" She lifted the quilt, "Aren't there two quilts here? Don't worry that I'll kick off your quilt and make you catch a cold."

Fujima Satoshi now has about three rooms and one living room in his mental shadow of kicking the quilt. Since he kicked the quilt in a dream that night when he had a big fight with Zhu Xing, the frequency of her kicking the quilt at night has been so high that she thinks she thinks she is twice.To grow taller.

... Having said that, fighting in a dream, will the level of fighting in real life improve?

Amuro Toru had nothing to say: "...you go take a bath."

As a junior, did he trust him too much, or did she not have folds like (shyness/gender awareness/love/fawn hopping) in her brain circuit at all?

...Or, is it because his masculinity has dropped to the point where he can't distinguish between humans and animals?

"You can try the open-air artificial hot spring in the hotel." Toru Amuro sat by the bed, counted the items in the suitcase, and lifted it up inadvertently.

Fujima Satoshi was wiping his hair with a towel, his curly hair was messy: "Huh?"

He looked up at her, and quickly looked down at the suitcase: "But forget it, it's a mixed bath."

She put the towel around her neck, a little worried: "Amuro, we live so expensive...will we be reimbursed?"

Amuro laughed: "You don't have to worry about that."

... The expenses of other people are much more extravagant than she imagined.It’s not good for everyone to join the organization and work hard (especially someone who still wears patched clothes), who wants to join the organization?

Toru Amuro came out of the shower, and found that she was reading a book while standing on a plank, and was taken aback for a while.

"...Don't train today." He whispered.

It's too hard, little curly hair.

"I don't sweat on the plank. I'm fragrant and clean now." Tomo Fujima turned over a page of the book, raised his head and smiled, and stretched out his arms to smell himself in order to prove that he was fragrant: "Although the hotel's The shower gel just doesn't smell so good."

He went to see what book she was reading: "Japan.Underworld History Research".

Amuro's gaze stayed on her serious side face for a few seconds, and his eyelashes moved slightly.

"It's getting late." He reminded.

Sitting under the quilt, Toru Amuro turned his head and saw a curly head protruding from the quilt next to him. The curly black hair was splashed with rich luster on the snow-white pillow, like an ink painting.

He moved his eyes and turned his face away.

The room was pitch black.

She suddenly whispered: "Anshi, I trust you very much, you don't have to worry, sleep well—just pretend there is a dog lying next to you."

Amuro was taken aback for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised helplessly.

... It's not the plummeting zero charm value, but the complete trust of the puppy.

...

The action of destroying the Qingben Club was investigated secretly by the code-named Bourbon, and resolved by other code-named members.Violence.Therefore, Bourbon only needs to obtain the most information as secretly as possible.

But Bourbon didn't expect to develop to the point where he wanted to do it.

The noise in the pachinko shop was so loud that you couldn't hear each other talking.Toru Amuro, as a customer who was "unlucky today", chatted with an off-duty lobby manager while walking past rows of small steel ball machines.

Suddenly, a louder and harsher noise jumped over the already annoying noise in the hall, and rose like a tall building from the ground.

Toru Amuro and the lobby manager beside him turned their heads at the same time.

...

At this time, Tomo Fujima was watching a scene of gangsters next to the Kamo River in Kyoto.Doo, oh yes, holding a bag of potato chips.

One of the tasks of investigating the Qingbenhui: investigating bad gangs.

Before joining the official underworld, there will be unscrupulous gangs like "preparatory schools" and "preschools" for underage teenagers to sign up freely.

Today, I just witnessed the fight between two bad gangs who met next to the Kamo River, one of which was the "preparation class" of the Qingbenhui.

Teenagers with strange hair colors carried sticks or bare fists, and after the prelude of bluffing and shouting, they began to fight.

Tomo Fujima was nervous for them, holding the bag of potato chips tightly with his hand, crushing the potato chips in the lower part.

The scene is so chaotic, do you really know who is brother and who is enemy?

"Hey, what are you doing?" A boy's voice sounded beside her.

She turned her head, and a handsome young man with braids behind his head was standing beside her with a bamboo knife in one hand.

She tied up the bag of potato chips and pointed to the chaos beside Kamogawa: "I'm watching the game."

The boy carrying the bamboo knife frowned: "It's too dangerous, leave here, I'll help call the police."

Fujima Chi was stunned for a moment.

She tried to communicate with this hot-blooded young man: "If you call the police, there is no need. It's in the game. It's not good for the future of high school students...I'll try to persuade them to fight now."

As she said that, she stood up, buckled the belt around her waist, threw the bag of potato chips on the grass slope, and walked to the place where the melee was fought.

"Hey!" The boy carrying the bamboo knife became anxious and followed.

……

The bamboo knife boy who was caught in the melee was depressed.

What kind of persuasion is this.

I saw the curly-haired girl holding a small yellow-haired collar in one hand and a small white-haired collar in the other. When she closed her arms, a yellow hair and a white hair collided with each other with a crisp sound.

She also specially told the yellow hair and the white hair in front of her eyes: "Don't hit me next time!"

Pishou grabbed a baseball bat and threw it vigorously. The baseball bat drew a curve in the air and fell far away.

He earnestly persuaded the fight: "Don't bring a weapon!"

Zimao, who had his stick taken away and held by his collar, refused to accept it: "Didn't he bring it?"

Tomo Fujima looked in the direction he was pointing, and what Zimao was pointing at was the boy carrying the bamboo knife.

"It's different to persuade a fight. The one who persuades a fight has a machine gun. Either way." She replied.

Zimao didn't speak.

... This woman's logic is relatively smooth.rascal.Also flow.rascal.

Tomo Fujima originally didn't want to have conflicts with the children, and wanted to take advantage of the fight between the two sides, and after both sides were injured, she went up to pick up the corpses, and contacted some children from the preparatory class of the Green Book Club to learn about the situation of the Green Book Club, but the bamboo sword boy beat Messed up her plans.

She could only persuade and fight.

"Write me your phone number." She took out a ballpoint pen from the breast pocket of her shirt and handed it to Zimao. "Just write it on the palm of my hand."

Zi Mao was stunned. He blushed and wrote his phone number on her palm, and touched his face in disbelief.

He knew that he had a pretty face, but he didn't know that he had gotten into such a ghostly appearance when he was fighting with others, and that his big sister fell in love with him at first sight!

"I'll contact you tonight!" She dropped a sentence and went to find her next target.

Zimao's face flushed red with a "bang".

...Actually, it's not bad to be beaten by a beautiful big sister.

A group.The fight ended, and Tomo Fujima got the phone numbers of the two palms.

After very lovingly giving all the candy in her pocket to the devastated teens, she left the scene.

The bamboo knife boy's name is Okita Souji, he looks very annoyed, how could he participate in this scuffle without any reason?Didn't he go to persuade the fight?

"Don't be too sad, at least with our persuasion, there were no casualties, right?" she comforted.

Going forward to persuade the fight is indeed better than just being a crowd of onlookers... just a little bit.

Tomo Fujima thought of one thing: "Speaking of which, your bamboo knife looks very fragile, is it really effective in actual combat?"

Director Okita regained his energy and immediately became radiant: "Kendo is not just about techniques! What's more important is the warrior's mind!"

He stopped, held the bamboo knife, raised his hands above his head, and swung it down vigorously: "Da Mian, you need the determination and momentum to split people in half."

Throwing sharply: "Xiaomian pursues speed and explosive power, and requires an excellent calm state of mind and enough murderous aura."

Tomo Fujima stopped and watched him play for a while: "Understood."

Okita Souji glared at her and handed her the bamboo knife.

How did you get it?

She calmly held the bamboo knife in her hand, posed for a pose, and reproduced the few moves that Souji Okita demonstrated just now.

Retreat, up and down slash, oblique slash, throat thrust, face-stabbing combo.

"Isn't it amazing?" Returning the bamboo knife to Souji Okita, she winked at him.

Okita Souji silently took the bamboo knife: "..."

This sister must have come to touch porcelain.

Fujima smiled.

Generally speaking, Kendo is still a competitive sport. As Okita Souji said, if it is put into actual combat, it is the mind that stands out, but it is still slightly inferior to others when it comes to murderous intent.

Saying goodbye to the bamboo sword boy Okita Souji, she waved her hand.

"There will be a period later."

"There will be a period later."

Save the phone number written on the palm of his hand, Fujima Satoshi glanced at the time: 10 minutes have passed since the agreed meeting time, and there is no news from Amuro Toru.

She stood up and walked towards the pachinko shop that Toru Amuro was in charge of investigating.

...

The control room of a pachinko parlor is a mess.

When Toru Amuro came in, he happened to see his junior police officer, and Tomo Fujima pressed a man with a tattoo on his arm and asked loudly, "Where did that black-skinned boy go?!"

……

The tattooed man said a few words in a weak voice, she quickly let go of him, and ran towards the warehouse through the crowd who were fighting in the control room.

Toru Amuro chased after him: "Ikuko!" Ikuko is a fabricated identity.

But the noise in the pachinko shop was too loud, drowning out his shouts.

The warehouse door was locked.

She looked around, and was stopped when she was about to move the large machine next to her.

"Stop!" Toru Amuro rushed to her side in time and held her wrist: "I'm fine."

Fujima Tomo came back to his senses, held his hand tightly, and forced a smile.

"Let's go."

Amuro knew what she had heard from others.

It must be: a black-skinned guy who was unlucky lost badly in a pachinko shop today, and just about to go out, he ran into a gang fight, was taken as a hostage and taken to the warehouse, and the two sides fought.gun.Confrontation, brother Heipi probably won't save his life.

"I'm fine." Coming out of the control room which was still in the melee, Toru Amuro reassured her.

Her: "I'm not worried."

Amuro looked at her suspiciously.

Who was the person who rushed into the gang fight scene just now?Who is going to pick up the machine and smash the door?Who is the person with pale face and sweaty brow?

"I'm just hungry," she explained.

Participated in two melees in a row, exhausted too much, all the candies on my body were given to the group of brats, and the potato chips fell beside Kamogawa.

Amuro could tell that she was indeed hungry.

Seeing her running into the hotel self-service area, she seemed to be drifting around the corner with sparks under her feet. He even saw her feet slipping a little because she was running too fast and excited, and stabilized in time.

"One second to starve to death, huh?" he teased.

She was full and silently put down the chopsticks in her hand.

She just wants to live what's wrong with her.

...

evening.

After meeting the gangsters, Amuro and Fujima sort out information in the hotel room.

"Go to bed early." Amuro Toru saw that she was extremely tired today, and specially asked her to go to bed early.

Fujima Tomoya was indeed exhausted, so he washed and slept obediently.

After Amuro finished washing, he saw that she kicked the quilt, and most of the quilt fell on the ground, and a small half was crumbling.

Looking at her legs that are still moving slightly, she doesn't dream that she is fighting, right?

He sighed and walked over to pull the quilt up for her.

Lights out.

After an unknown amount of time, Toru Amuro was awakened by a raving.

In a low voice: "Heipi...where is..."

He was taken aback, dumbfounded: Sure enough, he was looking for him even in his dreams.

Toru Amuro propped up his upper body on his elbows helplessly, and stretched out his hand to help her cover the quilt that was kicked off again.

He was caught off guard by a soft punch.

He blocked it instinctively, then pushed back her sleep-punching arm.

Another punch.

... The little curly hair was stunned by the training.

Pushing her arm back again, his arm was caught.

Even in her dream, her hands are very strong, like an octopus getting tighter and tighter: "...say... where..."

He wanted to laugh, but through the faint light outside the window, he saw her frowning, her Adam's apple moved, and the other arm supporting her upper body trembled slightly.

Holding his arm, she fell asleep after that, and didn't talk nonsense in her sleep.

Toru Amuro turned over, turned sideways to face her, and covered the two of them with his quilt with his other arm.

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Behavior guidance for the heroine in this chapter: B-station video "Dogs Dream of Being Chased" and "Cat Team Cooking a Big Dinner"

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