you redeemed me

Chapter 6 Birthday

The streets of Tokyo are brightly lit at night, with colorful neon lights, crowds, traffic, whistles, music, and large-screen advertisements are intertwined, stimulating the eardrums of people who have entered the nightless world.

Miyano Shiho walked into the crowd with a bottle of red wine and two goblets in his hand, followed the waves, stopped under a tree in front of the sidewalk, and sat casually on the flower bed under the tree.

She was wearing a red dress, without any decorations, with a suspenders and tube top, and her bones were as white as porcelain.

Poured two glasses of wine, raised one, and swayed lazily, the color of the wine became more vivid under the infiltration of the palm temperature,

It was like a puddle of blood that hadn't coagulated yet.

Through the liquid, her face became brighter and more lonely at the same time, like a rose blossoming in the dark night.

There were people coming and going in her sight, but unfortunately they were all strangers.

She didn't have a few acquaintances in this city, or even in this country, no, it's just that all acquaintances died.

She is a widow!

And even those who care about it don't know that today is her unknown day.

She had a panoramic view of the hustle and bustle of a city, and suddenly remembered that she came here just to have fun, just to feel good about herself, so that batch after batch of people witnessed tonight.

She didn't know how many days she had left to squander, and it was a luxury to hold one.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, the faint night sky is drawn into the bottom of the eyes, but the eyes have been blurred into the night, the wine enters the heart, like cool thin ice into the chest, aftertaste the mellow aroma of the wine, she smiled softly , the night wind blew across her cheeks, brushed her hair, and blocked her lonely face.

Supporting the rim of the altar with one hand, holding the tilted glass with the other hand, the glass of wine has been spilled more than half, the rim of the glass is still dripping slowly, and the small pool of wine falling on the ground creates a small circle of ripples.

She sat alone for a long time, the wind chilled her body, her face, and her heart, but she didn't see any movement.

It wasn't until the sound of the rubbing of the clothes next to the voice became clearer, and the sound of pouring wine became clearer, that she turned her head in a daze. It became clear in an instant: "Why do you..."

He let himself decide, but glanced at her from the corner of the eye, and said with a half-smile, "I'm a detective!" The implication is that there is only one truth, and that is what I deduced.

Kudo was caught off guard by a slender body covered in chills as soon as he finished speaking. He reflexively held up his wine glass to prevent the wine from spilling down. Nodding, looking at the woman who was hugging him obliquely, he couldn't understand the situation for a while, but at the same time he felt a little inexplicably...satisfied.

The unknown fragrance from Miyano's body was carried by the wind and sent to his nostrils, her soft breasts were pressed against his waist and abdomen, so that he could feel her warm breath seeping into his shirt slightly, melting into his body...

Inexplicable heart palpitations, inexplicable hotness, it seems that the nerves of the whole body are tense for a moment.

Shouted embarrassingly, "Hui Yuan."

Her muffled voice came from below: "What are you doing here, you meddling detective, don't you want to accompany Xiaolan to meet the parents?"

Kudo tilted his head and just touched her hair, "Uh——Haibara, what's wrong with you?"

She didn't speak, but Kudo didn't dare to push her away. He carefully put down the wine glass, his eyes were a little unusually deep, and he half-embraced the woman's bare shoulder with one hand. The next second, the eyes of the woman in his arms flickered, and he grabbed With the corner of his shirt, he got up lazily, as if he was satisfied, and he didn't care about the intimacy just now, as if it was a matter of course.

He straightened his messy hair, put the quilt down, got up and left, and said coolly along the way: "The night is dark and the wind is high, big detective take care of yourself, it's better to go back quickly."

"Hold it and throw it away, that's not how you use pillows," he shouted.

Miyano stopped, but didn't turn her head. Two or three meters away, her voice seemed to die with the wind: "Thank you, Kudo."

Thank you for appearing here, in front of my eyes, thank you for not pushing away my weak hug, thank you for noticing my selfishness.

"Hey, you are as indifferent as ever. Anyway, I'm still your boss."

When Miyano turned her head, Kudo was staring at her with his chin propped up, a trace of complexity flashed across her calm eyes, she suddenly smiled, the smile was simple and clean, like the autumn sky, light blue , half bleak, but the gloomy melancholy is always lingering.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and the color of the pupils deepened, and there was a trace of... amazingness that had never been seen before.

"Or, I'll treat you to dinner."

Miyano originally wanted to treat him to a big meal, but he led her straight to the supermarket and said, unless you do it.

The 24-hour supermarket is sparsely populated and there are some people, most of whom are young couples who live in a small house, come out to buy food.

Some of the salespersons on shift couldn't bear the long night and fell asleep.

When the two entered, they came to attract attention.

Kudo pushed a shopping cart and led her to the food section.It was late at night, and the leftover vegetables sold to the sky were no longer fresh. Miyano picked out some quick-frozen food from the freezer, briefly estimated what was left at home, and preliminarily planned the menu.

When checking out, the cashier was a middle-aged woman, and her eyes lit up when she saw such a correct person.She settled accounts familiarly, but at the same time started to talk eagerly. When it came to Kudo Shinichi, Kudo denied it. First, because she didn’t want to cause a commotion, and second, she brought up the topic of his wife next to him. It's not easy to clarify, so I simply deny it completely.

Under the disappointed gaze of the woman, the two left the supermarket.

There are not many ingredients, but they are also rich.

Kudo propped his chin and looked at the woman who was eating quietly opposite.

"As long as people have glucose, they can work. I have never figured out how your craft is so good!"

Miyano glanced at him, "Without other nutrition, you would have become a dwarf patient."

"You cook yourself when you organize?" He asked leisurely, grabbing a piece of meat from under her stopped chopsticks.

She didn't answer, as if she was taboo about this question.

After a long time, she said four words: "Nutrition first!" She stared at him coolly: "It's an honor! You are the first person I cook for besides the doctor and my sister! Eat with gratitude!"

"It's an honor!"

She had never imagined standing side by side with him to wash dishes like this, the sound of the water flowing was clearly audible, flowing through the hands of two people together, there was a man beside him, with broad shoulders that could hold her, silent The vibe is one of home, as if—she's his wife!

The water was cold, but his words made a ray of sunshine bloom in her heart.

He said, by the way, happy birthday!

The movements in her hand stopped suddenly, such a plain and simple sentence seemed to weigh a thousand catties, it was the kind words she longed for for a lifetime.

My heart was moved by something, it was astringent, but it was constantly smelt of sweetness.

It turns out that some people know and some people remember.

And this person—it was him.

"If I hadn't made the antidote, would we have always been students of the same grade, would we have always...lived in peace like this? Always..."

She watched the water splash across her wrist on the bowl, washing out small splashes one by one, her eyes were as soft as water, but with a little humbleness, Kudo turned her head subconsciously, but only saw her side face , unable to understand the hidden thoughts of such words, turned his head at a loss, brushed the bowl, and answered with an evasive attitude:

"Fool, you want to be seven years old! You can't do anything, and you can't protect anyone!"

Miyano paused his hand for wiping the dishes, his eyes darkened, and there was faint sadness and... resignation in his crystal eyes.

He took a light breath, turned his expression over, continued to move his hands, pretended nothing happened, and said lightly: "Just kidding, I can't bear to part with so many famous bags, it's useless!"

"Huihara, do you have something to say?" He put down the bowl in his hand and stared at the sink. The water gushing out from the faucet was washing away someone's heart. Restless.

Miyano shook his head and turned off the tap, "It's just that you should go!"

Kudo looked at the door that had been closed tightly since he kicked himself out, a helpless but gentle gleam similar to self-deprecating flashed across his eyes.Against the silvery and satin-like waning moon tonight, it is exceptionally clear and moving.

Haibara, happy birthday!

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