you redeemed me

Walking out of the door, walking halfway, he suddenly raised his head and saw the bustling street, full of voices, criss-crossing roads, criss-crossing shops, and urban hustle and bustle, completely different from the quietness of living alone these years, all kinds of men and women appeared on the big screen intertwined, until his The recent photos were inadvertently frozen, and her heart finally trembled slightly.

In his eyes, the only thing floating in his head was the note "All eyes on it——Kudo Shinichi's wedding".

There seemed to be a sudden buzzing in her ears, and in an instant, all the sounds seemed to be noise-reduced and removed, leaving only a single tinnitus, which gradually faded away like a tide... She knew that she couldn't hear.

The ever-changing expression disappeared without a trace for a moment when she lowered her head, except for a smile that was too shallow to be seen, like a hibiscus with dew in the morning, elegant but mesmerizing, mixed with residual charm.

She couldn't help embracing herself, as if the coldness from the organization that had disappeared for many years came again. She knew that this was her nightmare, but she still smiled casually and frankly. Kudo Shinichi, I wish you happiness!

Finally, she remembered her original destination - the supermarket.Although he was about to leave soon, he still had to eat, not to mention the fortress of Baima Tan's unclosable mouth.

When I caught a glimpse of the pair of accompanying figures, they were separated by a shelf. The smile on the woman's face was like the first light of the morning. People who just opened their eyes from the darkness are doomed to be unable to adapt and can only repel.

He was putting something in the shopping cart sideways, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the movements of that slender figure seemed to startle her not long after she had calmed down.

So, she lost her usual calmness and turned around hastily, with a slight embarrassment in her eyes.There was a burst of tightness in her chest, spreading to her limbs. She clenched her neckline tightly, as if it was restraining her, and tried to walk, but accidentally bumped into the Japanese-style ramen piled up beside her, and the sound of collapsing passed away. It took a long time to reach her left ear, which still had some sense of hearing, and along with it, there was a greeting from the staff: "Miss, are you okay?"

The young girl was full of friendly smiles, her hands were soft and warm, and Miyano smiled back apologetically at her, trying to ignore the eyes watching the farce around her, and bent over to help her tidy up. However, she politely declined, got up at a loss, pushed her car and walked away, unaware that her eyes were as deep as black behind her, and her complicated and difficult thoughts disturbed her pretended calm, "Xinyi, what are you doing here?" What are you looking at?" Lan Wen asked softly behind him, he turned around, his expression was normal, "It's nothing, I bought everything I should buy, just go back."

"okay."

When autumn turns into winter, the sky gets dark quickly, and the sky is covered by dark purple light, covering the buildings in a light purple afterglow, like a light gauze, elegant and dreamy.

Near the door of the house, a figure appeared at the entrance of the house, with legs crossed, leaning against the blue-gray wall, looking down at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

Zhibao stopped in his tracks for a moment, and walked quickly again, like a stranger he had never met before. However, his arm was grabbed by a force, and he was pulled back in front of the man uncontrollably. The plastic bag fell to the ground, and the contents in the bag Sprinkled all over the floor, the two frowned at the same time as they looked at each other.

Without any explanation, Kudo dragged her straight towards the big house next to the doctor's house.

Before she could resist, she was dragged into the small garden at the door, and the iron gate was slammed shut, making several unknown bird calls.The sky was gloomy, and his back seemed to be covered with night frost.

Through the temperature of the palm, it was scorching hot, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held his wrist tightly. He could feel the anger he didn't know the origin of, but he didn't want to think about the reason.She just wanted to escape his grasp and leave his world.

After struggling unsuccessfully, she resolutely gave up and looked into his angry eyes coldly, ice blue against warm blue, but no matter what, she couldn't melt the coldness.

"What are you doing, illegal detention! Kudo-kun!"

Kudo Shinichi hated her for rejecting others thousands of miles away, as if he was cheap. "What are you doing here?" He asked without answering.

Looking into his deep eyes: "What does it have to do with you?"

Laughing back in anger, Kudo lowered his voice: "It has nothing to do with me? Are you telling the truth?"

In the warm blue light, she raised her slender eyebrows, looking calm.

"What do you think is the cause of this incident?"

Her calm eyes are filled with indifference that sees through the world of mortals. Such a sensitive look made his temples twitch suddenly, and the strength under his palms suddenly swelled. Under the bloodstains.

He thought he never understood.

What happened three days ago came to mind.

He locked himself in the firm's office. In the spacious room, there was only a huge desk in front of the French windows, and the rest were rows of bookshelves, and three footballs rolled on the ground in different corners.

At that time, he was sitting on the floor leaning against the back of the desk. The desk was in a mess, scattered with a woman's documents, and in his hand was a picture of Miyano Shiho and the child who seemed to be Koizumi Hongko's son. The group photo is the only one that shows these two people.The woman was wearing a large black sweater, sitting on a park bench, reaching out to take a cup of coffee from the child.His eyebrows and eyes were bent into a soft shape, like a landscape painting with softened light, his smile was light and shallow, but it brightened a beam of sunshine behind him, half the sky.

The light in the room was dim, and the huge curtain blocked the light from the window, but the man in it didn't notice it, and condensed the photo in a daze, his eyes were dead silent, his facial nerves seemed to be tense, and his expression was unprecedented. The dignified look seems to have accumulated a lot of wind and frost.

An unmarried woman who lived alone for five years, but with a four-year-old child of no origin by her side, the strangely similar face seemed to suggest, but also seemed to be mocking.

Koizumi Akiko never had a child.

He seems to be a child who appeared out of thin air, but he is inseparable from Miyano Shiho. If he was just a man, he might not find anything, but, as Japan's Sherlock Holmes, such chapters can't be coherent, so he doesn't have to be confused.

Coincidentally, Kaito Kuroba made a phone call, and the person on the other end snarled without image: "Shinichi Kudo, why is my son now belonging to your Kudo family? Let me tell you, Hongko Koizumi lied to you Leave me alone, I will take care of her, as for you, weigh it up for me, don't think that having a son can drag you..."

The picture faded away, and in front of me was the woman who had thought about it thousands of times these days.

Something indescribable that he had suppressed for a long time spewed out for a moment, and he vaguely felt that it should be—fear.

"Miyano Shiho, tell me why a child who has no parents, no background, no nationality, and even no birth certificate appears by your side!"

When her heart heard his words, her heart cooled down inch by inch until her hands and feet were no longer warm. She was afraid. Although there were too many uncertainties in giving birth to this child, she never thought that he would be killed by Kudo Shinichi. When I found out, a thought flashed through my mind.

She was going to lose him.

Thoughts from a long time ago flashed into her mind vividly again, making her break out in a cold sweat.

She pursed her lips, pretended to be calm, and sighed deeply, "The child I picked up is just like the doctor picked me up, because he... looks very similar to you, so..." I wanted to continue talking nonsense. , but was interrupted roughly by him:

"If Kuroba is standing here now, would you think he is Kudo Shinichi?"

If the chest is pierced by a sharp weapon, breathing is difficult.

She should have thought earlier, once they met, how could he, who was extremely sensitive to that face, not discover the secret she had hidden for so many years.

Sweat dripped from the palm of his hand, Kudo Shinichi let go slowly, Miyano Shiho hurriedly withdrew his hand and turned his back to him, as if he had a guilty conscience.

"Why don't you dare to look at me! Or are you afraid that I will know something?" The person behind her was cold and dangerous. She wanted to run away instinctively, but she staggered and almost fell.

Kudo hurriedly supported her, but she pushed her away forcefully, leaning against the wall, and said indifferently: "Why not! How many times has Mr. Phantom Thief replaced you Edogawa Conan as Kudo Shinichi, did your sister Lan find out! Why? I want to find out that he is not Kudo Shinichi! Why are you!" Her chest heaved violently, a thin layer of red spread from her slender neck to her cheeks, after she finished speaking, her eyes flickered, as if she had woken up in an instant, it was all nonsense just now gibberish.

Kudo Shinichi looked at her, and the soaring anger and complaints at that moment seemed to have a long history, and it was on the verge of breaking out at this moment.

His expression was gloomy, he could not see happiness or anger, and he was even indifferent.

She said, why should she!

He suddenly wanted to laugh, how could there be such a sentence, Miyano Shiho, why should he accurately recognize him from two extremely similar people, why, he never expected so much from Xiaolan.

The two stood facing each other, but Miyano Shiho didn't seem to want to look at her, so he leaned sideways and supported the chair.

The tone was extremely weak: "Give him back to me, you don't need to know anything, and... this is your home, it's better not to let Xiaolan see me appearing here."

He suddenly laughed out loud, "I live alone, I have always lived here alone, but the next door is empty."

Going to the entrance and turning on the light, the room was instantly bright, and Zhibao, who was exposed to the light, lowered his head and leaned against the wall, as if he was about to disappear quietly.

There is a stiff membrane between the two people separated by a distance of 5 meters.

After a long time, he asked softly, as if afraid of disturbing this rare peace:

"Tell me, how was he born, what happened in a time I don't know?" He added: "I want you to tell me yourself!"

However, Miyano did not answer him as he wished, and kept his previous actions without making any extra noise.

Kudo's heart tightened, and her indifference aroused the long-standing irritability.He unbuttoned his shirt, approached step by step, and had to put down his harsh words:

"Otherwise, you will never see your son in your life."

His tone was so serious that it was almost cruel, Miyano Shiho still had a voice that could enter her ears, but his unrelenting indifference was filled, but she missed his thick and uncertain irritability, she turned her back in confusion, her movements were slow , leaving only a thin back, but it is stiff, and the light pitifully accommodates and prolongs her frail shadow that is hidden in her stubbornness and never reveals her fatigue.

Her silence almost ignited his full anger, the matter has come to this, how long does she still want to hide that matter.

She had lied to him for so many years, without a trace of guilt, but wanted to cover it up, how could she, she had participated in his life, she shouldn't have withdrawn as if nothing had happened, and left him confused for so many years.

When there was a scorching breath around the back of her neck, she was startled, and when she retreated defensively and turned around, he took his left hand and held it, and pulled the other hand over her shoulder and pushed it against the wall. In the line of sight, Kudo Shinichi lowered his head, seemed to be taking long breaths and trembling in a low voice. It was a compromise after he had no other options. He reached out and took out one of the piles of documents on the locker, and held it up to her eyes, like a piece of paper between the two of them. Miyano clearly sees the words "DNA identification".

At that moment, the sound of collapse came from the world she thought was safe and sound...

Kudo Shinichi's voice was deep and deep, and there was even a faint pleading.

"You... owe me an explanation! He is my son, a member of the Kudou family."

He raised his head, his eyes were weak and pale, dimming his sharp and handsome face.

However, what he didn't expect was that the tears on the face of the woman who was gnashing his teeth and complaining in his heart stung his eyes in an instant. He couldn't believe it, he was at a loss, and instinctively raised his hand to wipe it away. Fuck her cold tears, but she pushed them away with all her strength.

In the next second, she staggered forward and grabbed his chest, with a sad and desperate look on her face, like a trapped animal struggling for the last time, yelling at him with the remaining strength in her body, and the long-term forbearance burst out wantonly:

"Give him back to me! Give him back! He's not surnamed Kudo, he's just a child I picked up, he's my own son! Why do you take him away!..." Qing Leng's voice gradually became hoarse, struggling fiercely Afterwards, he lost his strength suddenly, and only tightly slid down against his chest while tightly clutching the thin lapel, but he murmured unwillingly: "Give it back to me, please..."

Before touching the ground, she was hugged first, and the aura of deja vu lingered around her nose, inexplicably frightening her, but she couldn't control the desire to get close to it, so she felt at ease.

The eyelids that can't be lifted as heavy as lead, like the extremely chaotic consciousness that can't be adjusted, in the darker and narrower eye sockets, there is vaguely her Edogawa Conan...

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