The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

"The scenery is great. You can see Mount Fuji from here." Jun A rushed forward excitedly, leaning on the railing, and then looked back at Toru Amuro, who was walking slowly behind, with some regrets, "It would be great if I had a camera. .”

"Well, but it's not convenient to take pictures with it."

In every sense, it is not suitable to leave video data at this time. Mr. A sighed and thought about it quickly, and continued to look at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The angle here is excellent, the field of vision is vast, and the wind blows and feels that the mood is also opened up. He exhaled, and suddenly felt that something had entered his eyes. It was cool, and subconsciously squinted his eyes to observe the front from the narrow field of vision.

It turned out to be snowing... eh?

Snowing!

Toru Amuro pulled him off the railing, knocked on his head, and raised his eyebrows when he stared blankly over: "What are you thinking? I didn't hear what I was talking to you just now."

It was rare for him to see the black-haired boy so excited, blowing past like a gust of wind, stepping on the horizontal rail below, with most of his body hanging outside, to the extent that one would call it dangerous just by looking at it.

Mr. A pointed outside, "It's snowing."

Amuro hummed: "The weather forecast said, you didn't bring thick clothes, did you?"

"I brought a thin coat." But it was obviously not enough if it was snowing, Mr. A reached out to pick up a piece, and the white snowflakes were melted by the body temperature in a blink of an eye.

"It's okay, I brought yours." Toru Amuro said as expected, very reliable, "The temperature is a bit cold, go back and change clothes before coming out."

Mr. A responded, and walked back beside him, with some anticipation: "Will it snow heavily?"

"No, but it will be down until night." Amuro looked at him, "What do you want to do?"

Being spotted, Mr. A smiled and rubbed his hands nervously: "I want to build a snowman, but this seems to have requirements for snow, such as the amount of snow, stickiness and so on."

Toru Amuro also seemed to understand this aspect, and thought about it: "If you want to pile up, you can try it tonight. The temperature will be lower tomorrow, and the snow will harden and you won't be able to pile up."

"Okay!" Mr. A clenched his fist.

What was more inadvertent was that there were many people who had the same idea as him. When he went out in the evening, the open space was already full of people playing with snow and children running around.

An Shitou was among a group of people wearing down jackets. He was dressed in a camel windbreaker style as if he was not in the same season as them, which attracted the attention of many men and women, and Mao Lilan also noticed them.

"Mr. Amuro, you guys are here to play too."

After saying hello, Toru Amuro quickly sold Mr. A, and said with a smile, "Yangxi wants to make a snowman. Ms. Xiaolan and Conan are too, isn't Mr. Mori together?"

There was a split head-sized snowball between the female high school student and the elementary school student. Conan held it with two gloved hands, trying to restore it with skill.

"Father went to the hot spring." Mao Lilan smiled sheepishly, "The snow here is relatively dry, so it's a bit difficult to pile it up."

Toru Amuro scooped up some snow when he first came out, and tried to see if he could form a ball with his hands. It was indeed a bit reluctant, but it was not impossible.

So he said a few words of encouragement, and was about to take Mr. A away to change places, when he lowered his head and saw the black-haired boy squatting on the ground taking over the recovery work of Xueqiu.

Conan stared at Mr. A who seemed to be doing a great job with inexplicable eyes. The other party carefully tried to use snow as an adhesive, but he couldn't control his strength for a while, and the two halves of the snowball instantly fell apart and fell apart. Go down, it seems completely hopeless.

The black-haired boy looked at his snow-covered hands, looked up at Toru Amuro, and said deeply, "I think we'd better go back to the hot springs. Hot orange juice would be great."

The drums of retreating suddenly rang loudly.

Toru Amuro: "Did you give up so soon?"

Mr. A said: "Actually, I don't really want to pile up."

He is already a mature adult.

Toru Amuro smiled slightly, and said a wise saying: "It's all here, let's try it, even if you fail, it doesn't matter, just be happy."

Mao Lilan also said: "Actually, it's very simple, as long as you compact it a little at the beginning, and then don't use too much force. Just now, Conan and I have almost succeeded. But we were accidentally hit by a child, so we started again. started."

Mr. A blushed, "Then, then I'll try."

So they didn't find another place, Mr. A started his own snowman project on the spot, he was a bit reluctant to let go at first, but later Mao Lilan couldn't see his clumsy movements, so he took Conan to help him, and finally the snowball that rolled up let him Let go of the burden completely, and push it to have fun everywhere.

Toru Amuro hallucinated hello on the spot.

It shouldn't be that he heard it wrong, maybe the voice is similar or something.Conan couldn't help showing his half-moon eyes, how could this idiot male high school student belong to that organization?

The decorative buttons on Amuro's windbreaker were generously donated by him, and they became the eyes of the newly baked snowman. The snowman has no mouth, but is connected by a line between the two buttons. Mr. A walked around the snowman touching his chin.

Although it was still a bit monotonous, he was obviously very satisfied. Mao Lilan took out his mobile phone to take a souvenir for him. Mr. A had already set his pose, and he also pulled Conan who was next to him who had given technical guidance to him.

The girl counted to one, and when she was about to press the shutter, a white object approached extremely quickly. Mr. A turned his head in horror, just in time to witness the fruits of his hard work—the snowman’s head burst open like a watermelon.

He quickly looked in the direction of the attack. At first, he saw a suit of clothes. He squinted his eyes to distinguish the opponent's face from the black background of the night.

The dark-skinned high school student looked apologetic: "Sorry, sorry, we were having a snowball fight, accidentally—— Kudo?"

Conan, who was twitching the corner of his mouth, suddenly panicked.Especially when Mao Lilan was puzzled and repeated: "Kudou?"

Hattori Heiji, who had never remembered Conan's name, realized later, and hurriedly made up for it: "Oh, what I mean is—I accidentally attacked your snowman, I'm really sorry!"

Mao Lilan didn't know whether she believed it or not. In short, this matter was exposed. She looked behind Hattori Heiji: "Is Kazuha also here?"

"Ah, that guy—" Hattori Heiji paused, his face covered in snowballs.

A girl's mocking voice came from the side: "Idiot, are you just standing there stupidly because you want to be hit by me?"

Hattori Heiji wiped his face, then continued: "It's right there."

Mao Lilan blinked: "So you were having a snowball fight."

Hattori Heiji was about to say something, when a faint male voice came from not far away: "Snowball fight, it looks very interesting, how about adding me?"

He lowered his head and faced a face that was full of smiles, but dark air was faintly visible.

Hattori Heiji let out an uh: "It may be but—"

Another snowball hit him, and he yelled at Yuan Shan and Ye who were excitedly preparing for the third attack: "Idiot! Let's stop the war first, and I have met workers—Conan and Moori who are making snowmen together!"

Every time you have to rack your brains to think of homophonic sounds, it's really hard work for you.

Mr. A was speechless for a while, and when he turned his head and saw the snowman whose head was shot, he rekindled his anger. He bowed to the dead snowman with grief and indignation: "I will avenge you, Dabai!"

Conan:  …

Did you even come up with a name?

Yuan Shan and Ye were very pleasantly surprised by this unexpected encounter. They had a happy chat with Mao Lilan for a while, and met Mr. A who met for the first time, and then warmly invited them to join the ranks of snowball fights. Except for Amuro Toru, everyone else participated went in.

Hattori Heiji shrank his neck, and muttered softly, "Why do you suddenly feel a little chilly?"

Conan patted his thigh sympathetically: because the master of Dabai who was murdered by you is going to take revenge on you.

As soon as the horn of war sounded, Hattori Heiji felt that he was being targeted. Snowballs hit his head one after another as if he had eyes. He wiped off the snow on his face while the opponent was reloading and fought back , As a result, the figure dodged nimbly, and the next second his face turned cold again, and the soft snowball was pierced by his tall nose.

Hattori Heiji:……

"What's the matter with that guy?"

Conan's face was full of black lines: "Hey, don't you guys hide behind me!"

"But that person is obviously only targeting me, my face is going to be frozen!" Hattori Heiji ignored the struggle and used him as a shield, picked up a snowball with one hand to fight back, and said, "Why is his aim so good? Can predict! I have no game experience at all!"

"My famous detective in Kansai can't swallow this breath."

Conan:  …

What's the matter with the detective?

Hattori Heiji's fighting spirit was high: "Wait, I want to let him know what will happen to the famous detective!"

So what does it have to do with detectives?Conan struggled, "Since you are so ambitious, you should let me go!"

"No, this is a battle for the dignity of a famous detective, shouldn't you help me! Anyway, hurry up and prepare snowballs for me! Kudo, speed, speed!"

"Don't call me Kudo!"

So the original five-person melee turned into a three-person two-party attack and defense. Conan had nothing to love, and Hattori Heiji seemed to have been beaten to death. Against the Avengers, who were full of dodge skills with surprisingly high accuracy, the battle began.

Mao Lilan watched from the sidelines and said with a smile: "It's really energetic."

Yuan Shan and Ye snorted: "Idiot Heiji, two-on-one was suppressed and beaten."

She became inexplicably enthusiastic, and put her hands on her mouth to make a trumpet shape: "Fujita-kun, come on! Let that guy know how good he is!"

Mao Lilan thought for a while, and joined the cheerleaders: "Come on, Conan!"

As for what to cheer for, she didn't think about it.

Conan:  …

He backhanded the snowball to Hattori Heiji's face, and the famous detective in Kansai was like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Damn it! Are you going to betray our detective alliance?"

There has never been such an alliance, okay?

The provocative voice of the enemy came from the opposite side: "Is there internal strife, hehe, be sensible and surrender obediently. If you apologize to Dabai sincerely, you can spare your life."

"Who is Dabai?" Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment, but it didn't matter, he immediately raised his voice and shouted back, "Don't even think about it, it's impossible for me, a famous detective, to compromise with you!"

"Are you so tenacious? Then don't blame my subordinates for being merciless!"

"Did you have fun?"

"Happiness is happiness, but I always feel that I have forgotten something." Mr. A who walked into the hotel suddenly tapped his palm and blurted out, "Dabai!"

It was originally intended to avenge Dabai who suffered a headshot, but in the end he completely forgot his original intention.

"Dabai?"

Mr. A explained to him: "It's the snowman I made. The source of inspiration is a movie I watched before. You have seen it too. Do you remember?"

Amuro thought about it for a moment: "Baymax?"

"Yes!" Mr. A nodded affirmatively, "Isn't it like that?"

Toru Amuro said euphemistically, "It's a little abstract."

To be honest, there is nothing in common except that they are all white.

Mr. A didn't hear what he meant, but said happily: "Speaking of movies, how about we watch movies at night?"

"Animated movie?"

Mr. A shook his head: "No, horror movies."

When they returned to the room, Mr. A was urged to take a shower, change his wet clothes, and when he came out, he took the hot orange juice from Amuro Toru and went into the hot spring seamlessly.

Without Toru Amuro disturbing the army's morale, he can freely spin and jump in it alone.

But after a few minutes, he became a little bored. The quiet environment and the steaming hot spring quickly woke him up from sleepiness. He yawned three times in a row, and finally lay down on the rock and squinted his eyes and fell asleep.

Toru Amuro counted the time, and after 15 minutes there was no response from the caller, so he opened the shoji door.

The black-haired boy faced the direction of the door, with his arms folded under his face, one hand stretched forward, his chest was immersed in the hot spring, and most of his back was exposed.

Because of the movement, the butterfly bone behind her is slightly protruding, her skin is white, and her pale pink scars have become the color of ripe berries as they soak in the hot spring for a long time.

Toru Amuro squatted down and stretched out his hand to pat his back. The tentacles were warm, and he could feel the slight bump on it. His fingertips stroked along the direction of the scar. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at the black-haired boy in a daze. Eyes opened: "Do you still want to watch a movie?"

Mr. A, whose mind was sleepy, closed his eyes again: "What movie..."

Toru Amuro didn't wake him up again, he directly fished him up, wiped off the water, dried his hair, and finally stuffed him into the quilt.

After waking up the next day, Mr. A stared blankly at the sunlight coming in from the window.

"Movie..." How could I fall asleep!

Damn it, his plan!