you redeemed me

Just as Kudo Shinichi was shoved into the bathroom, the doorbell rang.

Miyano Shiho grabbed the collar of Kudo Shinichi's shirt, and did not make any further movements for a while.

Kudo Shinichi fell asleep, while she stared at his pale and unresponsive face, listening to the doorbell ringing from slow to urgent, each sound seemed to be the heart of the person who rang the bell gradually becoming restless.

The lights were not turned on in the house, and it was the silence of the host who had fallen asleep.

Miyano Shiho originally thought that the person who came here in the middle of the night should not be the white horse detective, but she didn't know anyone in this area, so if she came late at night, could it be a thief?

Otherwise, would it be Mao Lilan or You Xizi?

As soon as the door was opened, Miyano Shiho clearly saw Tan Baima relieved from the panic. His hair was a bit messy and his coat was not tightly closed. He came over with a pair of slippers.There is a little water vapor on the hair, it is melting snow.

Miyano Shiho's hair in Baima Tanyan's eyes was wet, and he was casually covered with a blanket, and the white shirt exposed at the collarbone was also wet, with a faint smell of medicine.

He looked at her and said, "I had a dream that you died."

Miyano Shiho's expression relaxed for a moment, and gradually wilted like a flower.

Inside and outside the door, it was hot and cold, men and women looked at each other with mixed feelings.

It was snowing vaguely again, but the sky was gradually turning blue, which was a sign of dawn.

Miyano Shiho slowly showed a faint smile.

Miyano Shiho's smile has always been shallow, but it's ethereal, but it's astonishing in an instant.

Baima Tan stretched out his hand to embrace the unprepared Miyano Shiho into his arms, the blanket slid to the ground, her thin and small body was surrounded by his breath and his temperature.

Baima Tan's voice was fragile, as if he was cautious after regaining something. He buried himself in her neck, gasping for breath, greedily absorbing the gradually disappearing fragrance of the medicine.

The smell lingering on the nose gradually turned into a bloody smell that seemed to be absent, as well as an illusionary pungent smell.

But he was suddenly startled by something, and looked at her in disbelief: "You didn't... take a medicinal bath."

She lowered her head and still smiled to herself, she really couldn't hide it from him.

In China, she tried to use traditional Chinese medicine to treat her body, and tried to use Chinese herbal medicine to soak in water to take a medicated bath.Detective Baima knew this.

Before opening the door, she hastily wetted her hair and neck with the medicine soup that would not be poured out in time, and hurried to open the door.

She dared not pretend she wasn't home.If it was Tan Baima, if no one opened the door, she was afraid that he would kick the door directly.If it was someone else, there must be something important. If they mistakenly think that no one is at home, it will attract their attention and call the police, and everything will be complicated.

What she thought was that people should not know that Kudo Shinichi was here.

His identity is too sensitive, and his physical condition has not yet been clarified. A self-defeating situation may damage his reputation. If it is serious, it may cause panic.

This smell of traditional Chinese medicine can at least temporarily cover up the smell of his blood on her body and the unique smell of rancidity in the factory.

If Tan Baima didn't care about his business, he would definitely put her body first, and the smell of medicine might confuse the public, and if it was someone else, he would definitely feel that he was bothering her, so he said goodbye and left.

It's just that this person is the white horse detective who has a brain comparable to Kudo Shinichi's. Even when he is emotional, he still can't block his keen insight.

"You found him." His eyes were slightly fixed, a little sharp and determined.

Miyano Shiho looked at him without answering.Seems to be the default.

Baima Tan hates her kind face, which is of course no big deal. He simply raised his head, gritted his teeth, and exhaled, with a look of hatred: "He is injured, you have to take care of him, you can't let him live on his own." Or, you can't let him be assassinated by someone, or, only you can save him, or, you owe him..."

"Yes! Gin is dead, Belmode is not dead, she wants revenge on me, Kudo Shinichi is implicated by me."

She answered frankly.

"Gin wants to destroy him, but she wants to see him destroy me, isn't she sure?" She chuckled, "Yes, I also think she can destroy me, but she's going to die anyway, let her If you are satisfied, maybe the world will be stable for two days."

He grabbed her shoulders violently, and said viciously: "You are not allowed to die, what right do you have to die, you only remember that you owe him, don't you feel that you owe me at all!"

"You asked for it, didn't you?" She asked without hesitation, almost indifferently.

Baima Tan's expression froze, for a long time, he smiled softly, and let her go: "Yeah, why did I forget, I asked for everything, when did you Miyano Shiho owe me, it was me I owe you! I deserve it, I deserve it! "

His roar seemed to still be echoing in the half-bright sky, in the empty courtyard.

Miyano Shiho had already turned around and entered the door.

It should have been broken long ago, Baima, I will not accommodate you again.

You should have recognized a woman like me a long time ago, not crying, not grieving for irrelevant people.

Maybe you think I owe you, but I don't have such a good self-consciousness.

So leave me early...

The author has something to say:

Less, because of Nukawen, sorry, wow woo woo woo