you redeemed me

I have never had such a strange feeling before, like an invisible mirror, in the mirror and outside the mirror is the banquet, the difference is that the person outside the mirror is Kudo, and the person inside the mirror is Conan who stood at the wrong time, as if he heard that The sound of tearing time...

Without evasion, he looked through the crowd and reached Kudo. On his face as calm as water, there were no ripples or ripples in a pair of blue eyes, frankly reflecting Kudo's slightly tense complexion.

I don't know if it was the dazzling light in the hall that reflected his brown hair with a soft luster, covering his head very docilely, and his fair little face was just like in memory...

It was like an innate sense of alienation, which created a space for him to isolate himself from the hustle and bustle. He was alone in it, and the people around him were just passers-by in front of his house. He counted their footprints and kept watch as always. in his time and space.But even so, this child gives people an illusion of security from his cold calmness...

Knowing that this must be the son that Hei Yu said Hong Zi was born to him, but she couldn't help but selfishly imagine that if this is his child, if it is his son, it should be like this.Even though the temperament is completely different, the similar eyebrows are exactly the same as Conan.

It was like an unplaced glass on the edge of the table quietly slipping off the corner of the table, and the crisp sound that was caught off guard made his heart tingle.

In the blink of an eye, the child disappeared, as if he had never appeared, leaving only the vacant pillar...

He chased out uncontrollably, and found the child staring at the lake in meditation by the small pool in the back garden.The surface of the lake was like a mirror, and the reflected moonlight was clean and cold, reflecting on his childish cheeks, but it couldn't hide the light of glass in Xiaofeng's eyes, it was a storm that was concealed calmly.

Before he realized it, he reached out to stroke his shiny black hair and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy tilted his head and looked up reluctantly, but his tone was not kind: "What's your name, Mr. Detective?"

Shinichi smiled slightly: "Oh, you know I'm a detective but don't know my name, what do you mean?"

The boy blinked his eyes and stopped looking at him, with a sleepy expression. Under the night, his little face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and he turned serious.

This kid really looks like the Conan he played, but, how is this possible?

"My mother never mentioned you, so I naturally don't know, just like my mother doesn't say anything about my father in front of me. I don't know my father's name, where he is, why he Will be separated from us. It's just..." He stopped talking abruptly, took a light breath, sweat seemed to emerge from his forehead, and penetrated into the pores finely.

Would Koizumi Hongzi do this?He felt an extremely incongruous feeling, no matter where that flamboyant witch went, there would always be men worshiping and surrounding her, even if Kuroba mercilessly rejected her, it would not make her sad Bar.

Probably, maybe, maybe, probably...

But how could this child speak so clearly.

"Just what?" Shinichi couldn't help asking.

"It's just that once I asked, my mother would sit by the window for a whole day, and no one would pay attention, as if she didn't exist."

"So, you will never ask your mother about your father again, and you won't even ask about any people that have nothing to do with you." Xinyi answered his words in a timely manner.

"But, you know I'm a detective!" His overcoat swayed in the wind, flickering the flickering light in his eyes.

The boy covered the hem of the clothes with one hand, and pressed his lips together.

"Why do you think I don't know that this ball is a gathering of detectives from all over the world, and you are certainly a detective if you are invited?"

Although the voice is cold, it can't modify its immaturity, and it is inevitable that it lacks confidence.

Shinichi didn't answer immediately, he suddenly took the boy into his arms and held him up, protecting his chest: "It's stupid to run outside with so little clothes on!"

The boy blushed for a moment, and was about to explode, but was robbed: "First, since you have no reason to care, it must be better to have one more thing than one less thing, how can there be French time to observe this banquet that has nothing to do with you; second, Before this, you didn't enter the arena, dressed so casually, presumably you were temporarily pulled over by Hongzi to play some role, how could you pay attention to the purpose of this banquet; moreover, you must have locked me when you entered the arena , until now. Before this, how did you know the theme of this banquet without paying attention to your surroundings?"

"And you know now that you read the title of the invitation card I put in my pocket casually, don't you?" He waited patiently for the child's acknowledgment, and he didn't feel ashamed to bully the small and bully the weak at all.

"Do you think a four-year-old should know how to read?" He asked coolly.

Xinyi pretended to think for a while, "Theoretically not, but since the four-year-old dared to confront me face-to-face, it would be possible if he pushed himself a little bit, right, four-year-old?" His eyes narrowed slightly. With a narrow smile, like a falcon dormant and waiting for the time to move.

The child carefully concealed the embarrassment of being seen through the lie that he couldn't hide, the eyes in his eyes rolled nimbly, but the corners of his mouth showed a trace of satisfaction and peace of mind that he didn't even notice, it was the pride that had been optimized.

Kudo keenly caught this strangeness, and his eyes gradually darkened, like an ancient story in a deep well.

"For the time being, you are right! But Kudo Shinichi, my father has to be my name. Since he is missing, then you have no chance to know."

Inexplicably, from the child's clear, crystal-like eyes, glimpses of hope that is as short-lived as a flash in the pan, and pure hatred without any impurities, cut a hole in the heart like a sharp knife, and the spurting blood pulsed in the heart. In my heart, it seemed to be the fierce impulse when I was about to reveal the truth of a major case. However, when I suddenly woke up, I was disturbed by this throbbing that came from nowhere, and my mind was in chaos. I wanted to pick up something from it, but It was blank, without a trace, and even, he didn't know what he was looking for...

"You're so smart, can't you guess who your father is? With such a keen sense of smell, I'm afraid it's a father. Who's sympathy do you want to pretend to be a child without a father?" Kudo Shinichi raised his eyebrows. Lip corner, looked at the sky.

Sudden pain in the lower abdomen, the unlucky child kicked him indiscriminately, raised his chin and stared at him arrogantly, "I'm sorry, cramps."

Kudo secretly gritted his teeth, greeted Kuroba Kaito's 37th generation ancestor, and rubbed his burning belly with a hand, and smiled calmly, "It's okay. But..." He grabbed his waist with one hand With short legs, there was a clatter, and the child with the golden hook hanging upside down was full of disbelief. From a dizzy perspective, he looked upside down at the fallen angel man with an evil face and about to grow black wings, which made him crazy, no, pointing fingers.

After Kudo Shinichi glanced around to make sure there was no one there, he lazily said, "I heard that this can cure cramps."

Nima, you should treat your convulsions right!

The little man who was still dangling was so angry that he wanted to tear off his ugly face that looked so much like him. One day, one day he would tear him off, so as not to spoil his own image.

Kudo Shinichi expressed his admiration for his mentality of revenge and revenge, and looked at the two unknown objects in the sky who were engaged in a tug-of-war and gloated.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he finally tried his best to pick up the small Kuroba Kaito that had been thrashing around for a long time, feeling very refreshed, so he smiled.

"I have a question to ask you," the child said, looking up at his Venus-like head, his eyes were pure blue, cool, with a vaguely familiar feeling, which was extremely inappropriate for him Calmly, but suddenly, his paws scratched his handsome face: "Why do you look so like me!"

Kudo "..." Son, you are like me, not me like you, okay!

He was taken aback for a moment, and said seriously, "Because your father looks like me." He felt delighted that he had regained [-]%.

The strange thief who was chasing the broom witch with his hang glider in the night wind suddenly sneezed and felt a chill.

The pair of little paws immediately changed sides and grabbed his collar: "Do you know my father?"

Kudo Shinichi thinks this kid is trying to extract a confession?

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that the consequences of leaking her man's affairs without the witch's consent would be very serious, so Kudo Shinichi replied straightforwardly: "When it's time to meet, we will naturally meet! I will not encounter obstacles and do more introduced."

For a moment, the discouraged little ball spit bubbles on his shoulder, with extremely contemptuous and disdainful eyes.

Idiot detective, boring!

The cold wind in the middle of the night suddenly heard the child coughing and panting, lowering his head, the child who had fallen asleep at some point nestled on his chest, buried his head in his neck, and held him tightly with a small hand. The neckline of the trench coat...

He wrapped the child in the windbreaker very slowly and lightly, stroked his head and walked back.There was a tenderness towards children that he had never seen on his face...

On the balcony of the hotel suite, the glitzy night of the city enveloped the man. He bent his waist and propped himself on the white railing, looking down at the endlessly flowing street downstairs, and his face, which could not be seen in anger, seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom.

Fiddled with the phone in his palm, and finally pressed the call button:

"Help me check Koizumi Hongko's contact with Miyano Shiho over the years, and a four-year-old boy beside them."

The cold wind messed up his hair, and also messed up his restless heart.

When the red-dressed witch appeared in the door frame with all kinds of flair, Miyano Shiho immediately looked at her coolly, with a sword hidden in his sight, slicing her inch by inch.

"I don't know when Miss Witch gave birth to a son? And I feel very sorry that I didn't even send a red envelope." She picked up a cup of black tea that had been cold on the coffee table, but she didn't intend to drink it, but kept stirring it Elegantly and calmly, "Coincidentally, I lost a son."

Koizumi Hongzi moved from the doorway to the sofa next to Shiho like a light smoke, and sat on the back of the sofa enchantingly, sitting opposite to Miyano Shiho, one high and one low, one coquettish and the other calm.

It's just that the dignified dark blue dress of the evening has been transformed into a tight miniskirt.

He picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured himself a glass of red wine, moistened his mouth, and said unhurriedly: "Isn't my son your son? Of course your son is also a son. You're welcome, Kudo Shinichi I will return it to you as soon as I send it back, and I will never play against him again, I promise!"

"Koizumi Hongzi!" She suddenly called out, her voice softening.

"To!" She answered very happily!

"Should I—forget it, tomorrow, you will bring him back in person, intact!" Glancing at her tangled eyebrows, Koizumi Hongzi leaned over and poured another glass of wine for herself, and poured another glass for Zhibao , and handed it to her, a woman who does not keep her house, take what you give.

Hongzi turned over and nestled into the sofa, huddled up, and said in a sharp tone; "You should tell him that it is his father, and you should never recognize him! Let him fend for himself, envy and hate!"

Zhibao's heart was shocked, he didn't answer, but poured down the wine in the glass with his head up.

Koizumi poured another cup for her, but took her cup and put it on the table.Facing her puzzled eyes, she smiled brightly: "Drunk has one advantage!" She took a sip of wine mysteriously, and then licked her lower lip, which was as red as blood. "That's—you can go crazy with alcohol."

"In other words, some people get drunk just to get drunk. But...you won't get drunk, and you won't achieve this ultimate goal, so what are you drinking it for!"

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