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

"Huh..." Song Xueyi, who had just taken a bath at night, was wearing a soft sheep-shaped one-piece pajamas and curled up on the sofa drinking hot milk. The hot steam that was constantly bubbling over the glass was like morning fog.

As if thinking of something, Song Xueyi smiled, swallowed the last mouthful of hot milk, and walked to the kitchen unhurriedly. If it rains, drinking a cup of hot chocolate after get off work is also a good choice.

Song Xueyi's cooking skills are very good, especially in desserts. After all, he has worked in a dessert shop for two years and is also the mascot of the dessert shop... Cough, no, he is a senior pastry chef.

It took about an hour for Matsuyuki Yigami to pour the finished hot chocolate into an unused thermos cup, ah...it smells so good...no no no! This is for Kurosawa-kun!

Resisting the urge to drool and close the lid, Songxueyi hurriedly came to the corridor with the washed and dried hat in one hand and the freshly made hot chocolate in the other.

Song Xueyi got up and sat on the wooden chair at the door, put the thermos cup beside the wooden chair, and hugged the black hat tightly in her arms.

When she glimpsed Xiao Milan from the corner of her eye, Song Xueyi smiled slightly, turned on the light in the corridor, took a photo of this little life, and sent it to Moments.

Songxue Yishang: Look at the little Milan I take care of~(`)

Shimizu Nana: It’s rare that you spend your time on it once you take a vacation? (*`*)Retarded

Songxue Yishang: I cultivate my sentiments!

(dish')

Sakamoto Sugi: Do you have a sense of accomplishment? →_→

Songxue Yishang: What sense of accomplishment? _?

Sakamoto Sugi: My family has a child who has just grown up. (ω)

Songxue Yishang: This is my little brother!

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

What kind of weird metaphor is this?Songxue Yi glanced at Xiao Milan again, as if... there is indeed a wonderful sense of accomplishment... right, Xiao Milan.

Song Xueyi poked the small drop-shaped leaves of the Milanese flower, and laughed.

It's 9:40 now, and Kurosawa-kun will be back soon... I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, Song Xue Yigami waited quietly...

The rain stopped.

There were regular footsteps in the darkness, and they stopped when they reached the seventh floor—it was gin.

When Gin was standing at the door of his house, biting a cigarette, he found Song Xueyi who was already sleeping on the wooden chair.

Then came the cold moonlight, Qin Jiu could clearly see the peaceful sleeping face of the person on the chair.

His head was slightly tilted back, his back was leaning against the back of the chair, his short chestnut hair was attached obediently to his sides, and the fluffy sheep pajamas wrapped the man tightly, like a sleepy elf in the night, and his arms were tight Holding on to something, it must be the treasure of the elves...

A corner of the "treasure" in his arms was exposed, it was a black hat brim, Gin raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to grab the brim of the hat, and pulled it out a little.

"Don't move, I'm super fierce!" The boy in the dream frowned, pouted his mouth slightly, hugged him tighter, and babbled unconsciously.

"Heh" the very light laughter quickly dissipated in the quiet night, and the smile on his face was fleeting, like a flash in the pan.

This kind of emotion is very dangerous for a killer. Gin's slender fingers followed the boy's undulating chest to the ivory-white neck. As long as the five fingers were tightly squeezed as usual, the life in front of him would disappear.

But Gin lowered his hand, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. The smog covered all his emotions, and his emerald eyes were dim.

After a long time, Qin Jiu unhurriedly stretched out his leg and slammed it on the wooden chair leg: "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Song Xueyi, who didn't know that she almost went to Santuchuan, rubbed her sleepy eyes, stretched a little, and after seeing the person in front of her clearly, Song Xueyi stood slowly. Get up: "Kurosawa-kun is back, I'm waiting for you..."

Admiral Songxueyi took out the hat from his arms, carefully arranged the hat into its original shape, tiptoed slightly, and gently put it on Gin's head: "Welcome back, Kurosawa-kun."

Inexplicably, the killing intent rising in Qin Jiu's heart dissipated, the person in front of him was as fragile as a lamb to him, and extra precautions seemed so stupid.

This is the only reason Gin can get as a killer... Maybe... It's just an excuse... Once he clearly realizes what, at that time...

【Songxue Yishang will disappear】

This is the worst, most ridiculous thing Gin is trying to deceive himself...

Song Xueyi rubbed her chin and nodded as if confirming something, Gin Jiu was clearly reflected in her black eyes, then she grinned at Gin Jiu: "Kurosawa-kun is so handsome~"

This look is too hot...

Oh... By the way, Song Xueyi picked up the simple thermos cup next to the wooden chair: "Kurosawa-kun, please try the hot chocolate I made."

Gin took the simple thermos cup and said thoughtfully: "Where do you work?"

Songxue Yishang scratched her head: "Hey, it's at the dessert shop on Quanye Road, Kurosawa-kun can go to relax if you have time." In this way, Kurosawa-kun can also become happy~

Such a simple idea was seen through by Qin Jiu at a glance. Qin Jiu glanced at Song Xue Yishang in front of him, turned around and opened the door, with a trace of joke flashing across his face: "We'll talk about it after you wipe your mouth clean."

Mouth?Song Xueyi looked at the closed door, tilted her head, and carefully wiped her mouth with her hand.

Hmm...it's sticky...so it's milk...

Hey hey hey!!! My...my image...QAQ

After wiping her face decadently, Song Xueyi rolled onto the bed, buried her head in the soft pillow, what is Kurosawa-kun doing now?Must have drank hot chocolate and fell asleep...

Good night, Kurosawa-kun.

The author has something to say: Songxue Yishang is a tormenting little goblin, confirmation completed.