Oda is always misunderstood

"It's almost time for dinner, what do you want to eat?" Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at his watch, "There are so many of us, it's too conspicuous to go to the restaurant, so leave dinner to me."

The red-haired man was packing up the medicine box, when he heard this, he raised his head suddenly: "Hot coffee..."

"No." Zhu Fu Jingguang crossed his hands, narrowed his pretty cat eyes slightly, and said lightly, "Spicy curry, please don't."

A big red-haired cat lost his ideal on the spot.

Matsuda Jinpei was very sympathetic, and comforted: "You can eat when you recover from illness."

"……Um."

His tone was clearly the same as usual, but everyone felt somewhat lost for no reason.

"Then, I'm going out to buy vegetables in a nearby supermarket." Jing Guang couldn't bear it, but he couldn't help it. People who are sick just have to avoid eating.

He didn't throw away the spicy curry cubes in the cupboard, he was showing mercy!

Zhu Fu Jingguang went out, and the three of them stayed at home.

Conan was a little surprised, deliberately avoided Oda-saku, and asked Matsuda: "Oda-san's health is not good?"

Matsuda Zhenping was silent for a moment, and said vaguely: "It's the organization's fault... We are already treating it, and it will definitely be fine."

His words were very strange, with a strong hint of firmness in his tone, he didn't seem to be speaking to Conan, but seemed to be convincing himself.

Conan wisely did not express any opinion on this sentence. Before he knew the specific facts, anything he said might offend the other party.

The curly-haired man leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.He rubbed his fingers lightly on the trouser pocket, and he caught sight of the boy sitting on the edge of the sofa dangling his legs out of the corner of his eye, but he held back.

Conan could tell at a glance that he was a smoker, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "You can smoke, I don't mind."

Although it is a lie, it is not unbearable.Anyway, uncle often smokes in the car, and he is used to it.

Matsuda Jinpei pouted: "Forget it, you are still a child."

"..."

Conan thought to himself: Wait a minute and you will know that I am not a child anymore!

"No matter what your mental age is, at least your appearance is still a child." Matsuda Jinhei said, "Jing Guang will not let a child join today's secret meeting for no reason, which shows that you have something to do with the organization."

"It's not like I haven't seen a child like you who doesn't behave like a seven-year-old in terms of behavior and IQ."

Matsuda Jinpei didn't turn his head to look at the wide-eyed boy sitting next to him, and stared at the ceiling from beginning to end, as if there was some peerless treasure hidden there.

Conan: What do you mean, are there other people who look like children but have an IQ that is beyond ordinary?

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However, at this moment, Conan's pupils shrank, and he thought of his deskmate, a chestnut-haired girl who lived in Dr. Ali's house——Aihara Ai, who behaved strangely.

Hey, no way... Could it be that she is also a victim of drug A just like herself? !

Conan's expression gradually became serious.

In fact, Matsuda Jinpei just said it casually. Of course, he never thought that such a coincidence would happen in the world.Right now, he had completely misunderstood Conan.

"Don't be so nervous, brat." Matsuda Jinhei tilted his head, saw the change in Conan's expression, and said speechlessly: "You act like I'm bullying you, and I will be taught by Oda later, I will really will beat you."

Conan: "...you want to beat me up, can Oda-san stop you?"

"Nonsense, you haven't seen his attitude towards children. As long as you maintain the appearance of a child, even if we want to sell you, we will be stopped by Oda."

Matsuda Jinpei slowly slid down, lay on the sofa, closed his eyes and murmured, "Based on how much Oda spoils his children, I really doubt if his children decide to kill someone, and he will help set the fire."

Conan: "..."

No way!This can no longer be described as doting!

"Go, go, let Oda play with you if you have nothing to do." Matsuda Jinpei yawned.

I was on night shift yesterday, and I was forced to work overtime today, and I was so sleepy.

Conan, who was squeezed off the sofa, could only wander around looking for Oda Sakunosuke.

There was the whine of a hair dryer in the bedroom, and Conan knocked on the door.

There was a sound, and the bedroom door opened.

Oda Sakunosuke changed his clothes, his hair was half-dried, and he looked down at the little boy, "What's wrong?"

The tone turned out to be very gentle.

Conan looked up at him with a small face, because the height gap was too large and the distance was too close, this posture made him a little difficult.

Oda Sakunosuke noticed, stepped back half a step, and knelt down in front of the boy.

Maintaining his straight line of sight, he patiently asked again what was the matter.

This scene seemed familiar, and Conan was in a trance for a while.

In the corner of the art exhibition, the red-haired man squatted in front of him in the same way, telling him to go home quickly in a solemn tone.

He was too frightened and vigilant at that time, adding a thick dark filter to everything he looked at.Recalling that scene now, it was clearly a look of concern.

Conan suddenly had an epiphany.

Oda Sakunosuke would look directly at him, just to respect him, not for reasons like "threatening him for convenience" that he imagined.

The little boy faltered and didn't speak, Odasaku waited patiently for the boy to speak, his eyes were quiet, and he never urged him.

"Well, Officer Matsuda said he was going to sleep, let me come to you..." Conan said.

"Is he just lying on the sofa?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Odasaku thought about it, and went back to his room to take out a thin blanket.

Conan just stood where he was, watching the red-haired man gently cover the curly-haired police officer lying on the sofa with his dead body covered with a blanket.

"He must have been on duty all night yesterday." The man raised his index finger, put it on his lips, and said softly, "Don't wake him up, I'll take you to the study."

Conan obediently kept silent, nodded, and followed behind him.

The door of the study closed gently with a "da", but the curly-haired man who was sleeping soundly on the sofa quietly opened his eyes.

He stared silently at the ceiling, where there was a black spot on the pale whitewashed wall.The shadow of the black spot slowly expanded, like a vortex, swallowing his thoughts bit by bit.

In the silence, Matsuda Jinpei could hear the ticking of the wall clock, the slight buzzing of the air conditioner when it started, his own breathing, and the deliberately low voice coming from the study not far away...

What is eternity?Why did he think of this word?

Matsuda Jinping didn't know, and didn't want to think about it.

He slowly closed his eyes, breathing gradually longer.

He knew he would have a good dream.

The moment Conan stepped into the study, he was shocked.

One side of the study room was deliberately emptied, and a custom-made whiteboard was so large that it fit the entire wall, and paper and greeting cards were hung on it with magnets.

Conan even saw a few pennants.

"This, this is...?" Conan looked blank, looking up at Sakunosuke Oda.

Oda Sakunosuke was obviously a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, touched his nose, and said embarrassedly: "Matsuda and Hagiwara specially collected this for me, and they insisted that I hang it all over the wall."

I originally wanted to use cork boards, but the decorator said that it could be used as a photo wall, which would look better and fit the overall design better.But that can only be fixed with thumbtacks, Oda Saku doesn't want to destroy these papers full of heart, even if it's just a small hole.

That's how it ends up being.

Although it seems a bit arrogant to hang other people's thanks to me all over the wall, it feels like showing off.

This doesn't fit Odasaku's character.

But he still hung up, because it was the most precious heart.

Conan leaned forward curiously and took a closer look.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't stop him, and gently closed the door with his backhand.

"Conan...Kudo...um." Odasaku got stuck in addressing for the first time.

The boy in front of the whiteboard wall turned around: "Just call me Conan, so as not to accidentally slip up."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded: "Then, Conan, there are many books in the study, you can read them. Ah, if you want to watch Kamen Rider, I can go and get my laptop."

Conan was helpless: "I'm a high school student, not a real elementary school student. I don't like watching Kamen Rider."

Odasaku was stunned: "So that's how it is."

Conan didn't read the letters on the wall from beginning to end. The contents of these letters are similar, and they are nothing more than thanking Mr. Oda for his help.

Conan stood in front of the wall with his hands behind his back, slowly falling silent.

He admitted that when he entered the door and saw this special decoration, he really wanted to be crooked.

Isn't it standard for killers to hang pictures of mission objects to be killed on the wall?

Unexpectedly, the reality turned out to be so unexpected...

Unknowingly, there was the sound of "shuashua" writing in the study.

Conan regained his senses and trot to the side of the red-haired man.

"Oda-san, what are you writing?" Conan asked with his head tilted.

The man who was writing at his desk looked up, holding a pen in his right hand.

"Ah," Oda Sakunosuke responded, "I'm writing a novel."

"Hey——" Conan was surprised, "What kind of novel is it?"

"Shhh, keep your voice down." Oda Sakunosuke put down his pen and pondered for a moment, "If you want me to say what type it is, I can't say it. At present, I'm just creating according to my heart, and it's just a few words."

Conan has completely relaxed, and even thought of joking with him: "Oda-san is 'Oda Sakunosuke', and he must be able to write a great work."

Oda Sakunosuke looked very serious: "Even if we are the same body from another world, there is no guarantee that we will get the same thing."

At least he dared to say that as a writer, Oda Sakunosuke must have no supernatural powers, and his marksmanship is not as good as him.

"So I may not be able to write such a great work." Oda Sakunosuke said.

The boy wearing glasses repeated with a strange expression, "Aliens from another world?"

Oda Sakunosuke's face froze.

Conan didn't think too much, and spread his hands helplessly: "Oda-san, you are not writing a fantasy novel, are you? After writing, there is no such thing as time travel or parallel universes in reality."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded guiltily.

The red-haired man had a face of "hmmm, everything you say is right", and his eyes were quite sincere.

Conan:  …

Conan suddenly wanted to confirm Matsuda Jinpei's words. He deliberately said with a lovely voice, innocently like a real child: "Brother Oda, if I want to be a Mafia in the future, will you support me? I really want to be Mafia!"

For example, teach me how to kill people and help me deal with the scene.

The red-haired man was stunned for a moment, his usually calm expression showed distress.

"Do all the children nowadays want to be Mafia?" The man's tone was very puzzled, and he whispered softly, "Xingsuke too, why even Conan..."

Conan was shocked: ?

Who is Xingsuke, he just said it casually, and it turns out that there are really children around Oda-san who dream of becoming Mafia!

Oda Sakunosuke struggled for a while, pulled Conan to explain Mafia's good and bad seriously, and earnestly hoped that Conan could dispel this idea.

In order to escape the vicious circle of constant nagging, Conan quickly told the truth: "Oda-san, I'm talking nonsense!"

——Okay, I already know that you do not spoil your child unconditionally, so let me go quickly!

"...If this is your dream, I won't stop you." Oda Sakunosuke added hesitantly, "We must respect the diversity of children's growth."

This is a piece of information that was highlighted in books such as "How to Live in Harmony with Children", "One Hundred Rules of a Good Dad", "Parenting Encyclopedia" and other books that he found in Yokohama after adopting five children.

Respect children's ideas and talk to them as equals as adults.You can't force your own ideas into your children, and you must respect your children's individuality.

Oda Sakunosuke found it like a treasure, and regarded it as a famous saying of truth.Follow through in parenting(…) and have never had a fight with my kids in years.

Conan: "..."

No, why don't you struggle a little more?Ordinary children clamor that they want to join gangsters, only to have their legs broken by their parents.

Just a few words of persuasion, and it’s fine if you don’t move? ?

The boy didn't know what he was thinking, just like changing his face, his face changed back and forth.

Seeing this, Sakunosuke Oda sighed, and said: "Okay, but which organization you want to go to when you grow up, you must let me... the elders in the family refer for you. If you want to learn guns..."

Conan didn't notice the pause in the man's words, and could only rush to answer: "I can shoot, my father taught me in Hawaii!"

Oda Sakunosuke is very pleased that the child has the ability to protect himself, so that he will become a Mafia in the future so that he will not be treated as cannon fodder.

He touched the boy's head and encouraged him: "Conan is awesome, we must work hard in the future."

Conan raised his head proudly: "Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he blinked, and reacted quickly, his face turned red immediately, and the top of his head was almost smoking.

How could this be so!

How is this different from a primary school student? How could he do such a thing! !

"I'm going to read a book!" Conan found an excuse casually, and scrambled to the corner to shut himself up.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't think there was anything wrong with Conan's behavior, in his heart Conan was just a child.

It is normal for a child to act like a baby, ask for praise, and then become arrogant after boasting.He is often surrounded by children to boast, and he is used to it.

He didn't bother Conan, who was obviously shy, and kindly let him move freely, so he could immerse himself in writing and drawing.

Time ticks past.

"Ding dong!"

Oda Sakunosuke vaguely heard the doorbell ringing, pressed the table and got up, "It should be that Zhu Fu is back, I'll go to open the door."

"Okay." Conan, who had already calmed down, responded obediently.

He peeked out his eyes from under the book that was holding up enough to cover his face, and watched the red-haired man unscrew the door with light movements—obviously, Oda Sakunosuke still remembered Matsuda Jinhei falling asleep.

He didn't even make harsh rubbing noises from the chairs, even though the study and the living room were separated by an aisle and a door.

A person's character can be seen from the details.

"He is a gentle man." Conan said to himself.

This is Kudo Shinichi's reasoning.

And his reasoning was never wrong.