Mr. Killer next door to Detective Conan has a pot of Milanese flowers

In the slightly dark room, Songxueyi leaned on the head of the bed and stretched, and came to the window in a daze and pulled the off-white curtains. After entering, the drowsiness gradually disappeared, and everything became clear.

Standing in front of the window, Songxue Yishang opened the window, and a few skylarks parked by the window were not afraid of strangers. They stared at Songxue Yishang with their cute peas, and uttered a crisp cry, which was the greeting of early spring.

"Good morning~" The young man bathed in the morning light laughed cheerfully, put the slices of bread in the refrigerator by the window, and said in a soft voice like water, "Come to say hello tomorrow too."

I don't know if the larks understood, but they tilted their heads and continued to enjoy their delicious breakfast.

Half an hour later, Songxue Yishang went out with a basin of freshly washed clothes in her arms, and unhurriedly dried the clothes on the side of the corridor. Small water droplets, a faint golden red in the morning light.

Sure enough, this kind of weather is the most suitable for drying clothes.

Shaking off the water drops from her hands, Song Xueyi unconsciously looked at the pot of Milan flowers at the door of his neighbor's house.

This building has seven floors, and it happens that there is no need to press the elevator, and there are only two tenants on the seventh floor where he lives, one is himself, and the other is a neighbor who has not seen each other since he moved in.

Although the landlord had told Song Xueyi that his neighbor was very busy, but...Song Xueyi was squatting next to the sickly Milan flower, maybe she was hated...

Can't help sighing, no one person or thing seems to have any sense of disobedience.

The passing breeze blew off a few of the withered and yellow leaves of the Milan flower, and Song Xueyi frowned a little bit, no matter how busy she was, she wouldn't even have time to take care of a pot of Milan flower!

Poor little Milan...

After thinking for a while, Songxue Yishang opened the dusty "Encyclopedia of Flowers" on the bookshelf, stroked the pages with her slender fingers, and began to read silently sentence by sentence.

Ten minutes later, Songxueyi squatted down next to Xiao Milan, carefully poured an appropriate amount of water into the basin according to the instructions in the book, and buried small pieces of fish bones in the soil.

That's about it... But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Songxue Yishang stood up suddenly again, it's over... I'm going to be late! ! !

Almost running and panting, he stepped into the dessert shop where he worked. Songxue Yishang came to his battlefield 0.1 seconds before his death, and put on the standard Songxue style of depression...cough...healing smile.

The store manager Sakamoto Sugigao pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose inscrutablely, and lightly hit the notebook in his hand on Song Xueyi's head: "This is not an example."

Song Xueyi touched her head, apologetic: "I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."

"In order to celebrate your 'do not set an example', I decided to give you a reward."

"What... what reward?" Song Xueyi's sixth sense told him that something bad would happen next... Although he is not a girl...

Sakamoto Sugi: "I'll give you a gift package of overtime experience value."

Shimizu Nana from today's evening shift: (^^*)

Songxue Yishang, who received a big gift package today: .゜゜(□｀)°゜. !!

"Mom." The little girl who came to buy dessert tugged at her mother's sleeve: "What do you mean by 'smile reveals exhaustion'?"

The mother was stunned for a moment, looked at Song Xueyi who was standing next to the cashier, bent down and whispered to the little girl's ear, "Just look at that brother and you'll know."

Songxue Yishang, who has a keen hearing: ...

So at around 9:40 in the evening, Songxue Yishang returned home with a pair of dead fish eyes, and couldn't wait to throw herself into the sofa, holding the fluffy sheep doll tightly to charge herself, never wanting to be late again ...

Song Xueyi, who finally returned to the city and was revived, picked up the water bottle and came to the corridor to water Xiao Milan, brother die, your big brother, I am back~

After watering, I didn't forget to touch the branches of Xiao Milan to show comfort.

Songxue Yishang, who was concentrating on taking care of Little Milan, didn't even look up, and didn't even know that there was an opaque crack in the door of the neighbor's house, but soon, the crack disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion.

The man who closed the door lit a cigarette, and the light from the dark to bright flame was particularly dazzling in the quiet darkness.

Oh, mind your own business.