age is not a problem

The next day, Saturday—

In the early morning, Akashi walked into the cemetery, just like every year in the past today.

Today is my mother's death day.

But this time, he came with the "red heart" left by his mother.

As for yesterday evening when I was in the temple, I heard my mother calling me in a trance... probably it was just an illusion.

When I walked to my mother's tombstone, I wanted to put the bouquet of pansies, my mother's favorite flower, in front of the tombstone like every time I came here in the past.

It's just today... In front of the tombstone, there is already a beautiful bouquet of butterfly flowers. The petals are still stained with morning dew, reflecting a bright luster under the sunlight.

Someone has been here before him.

At this moment, he vaguely heard the sound of a car starting, and Akashi hurriedly ran towards the other entrance of the cemetery.

After chasing after him, I only caught a glimpse of a black car that just disappeared around the corner of the street, and the license plate number I saw at the end...it was my father's car!

"Are you here to pay homage to Mrs. Akashi, Master Seijuro?" At this time, the gravekeeper of the cemetery came over. He was an old man with white beard and hair. He had been guarding the cemetery for almost 30 years. It can also be regarded as acquaintance.

Withdrawing his gaze from a distance, Akashi asked the old man: "My father...has he just come?"

Shouldn't father fly to England yesterday to attend the meeting?Obviously didn't go home last night...

"Hehe, Mrs. Akashi will never miss the anniversary of Mrs. Akashi's death every year. No matter how important things are at hand... I still can't let them go." The old man said with a sigh. I also saw the knot of young master Akashi today, "Indeed, Mr. Akashi was supposed to fly to London yesterday, otherwise the meeting would not be in time. He originally planned this way... But in the end, the time was changed. Now , I’m probably rushing to the airport. Let me tell you secretly, Master Seijuro, the iris that Akashi-san brought today was picked by himself early in the morning.”

Listening to the old man's slow narration, the corners of Akashi's lips raised slightly without realizing it, and his ruby ​​red eyes shone brightly.

Looking at the bunch of purple and white pansies in his hand, he remembered what his mother said to him when he was young——

The words of pansies... unconditional love, belief is happiness.

……

One semester ended with the routine final exam, and the first semester of the second year of junior high school ended like this.

On the day when the last exam was over, the students were cheering that they had finally passed the most thrilling and difficult stage of the final exam, and were preparing to cheer up and embrace the summer vacation.

When he packed up his things and walked out of the school gate, Gang Ji couldn't help but stop and look back.

After leaving this time, I don't know if there will be a chance to come back here in the future, and once again have fun with everyone here as an ordinary middle school student.

The past three months have been like a dream.

But this dream, he had a lot of fun.

After looking at the window of the classroom where his class is located in the teaching building not far away, he turned and left.

In the classroom, Qingmei was lying on the edge of the window sill, looking at the boy at the school gate, watching his figure gradually disappear into the sunset as far as he could see.

It's over, not just this semester...

Maybe there's something else, too, over...

"Asakawa, are you still leaving? Are you going to lock the door?" The life committee member who was in charge of supervising the cleaning work at the end of the semester and the logistics of locking the door at the end asked at the door of the classroom.

"Oh, let's go now." Qingmei replied with a smile, and stretched her arms lazily, "Summer vacation is about to start, I'm really looking forward to it."

……

After leaving the school and walking back to Mihua Town, after making sure that no one was following her, Qingmei walked into a telephone booth on the street.

After the waiting tone on the phone ends——

"You finally remembered to contact me, thinking that even news about that person would not attract you to continue working with me."

After hearing Nicole's somewhat teasing and mocking tone, Qingmei was not at all annoyed.

Indeed, the last time the two contacted was the day before the "Red Pupil Tears" incident.In the following week, she did not contact him again.

As for why... probably because, in the last week of this semester, she wants to finish it well as "Kyomi Asakawa" without leaving any regrets.

"Where is that gemstone called 'Tears of Red Eyes'? Let me guess...you didn't take that gemstone away, did you? Is this jewel here to cast bait on the Vengley family?"

Qingmei does not intend to explain the reason for this, after all the matter has reached this point, it is better to say something meaningful:

"What if I say that I have more important information here? And the information in my hands will be more direct and lethal than trying to go around such a big circle."

After a moment of silence over there, "That would be the best. If it is very critical information, in order to ensure security, you can use encrypted emails to..."

"Oh, wait a minute, I didn't say that I would just give you the information for nothing..." Qingmei changed the subject, and the luster in her eyes became a little sharper, "Since it's an equal and reciprocal event, Trading, then I shouldn’t be the only one exporting. I’ve given you so much information before, which can be regarded as showing my sincerity. Shouldn’t you also express it so that we can cooperate? Can it continue?"

As an old colleague, Nicole was not surprised by Qingmei's reaction. He knew that she had never been a person who would make him suffer.

"I knew you would say that... If you are using a public phone to contact me on the streets of Japan, do you have a mobile phone at hand? I will send a photo to your mailbox right now, and you will definitely Very interested."

After saying this in a meaningful way, a few seconds later, Qingmei found the photo that Nicole had just sent her from the mailbox of her mobile phone.

"Pay attention to the lower right corner."

Even without Nicole's special reminder, Qingmei noticed the place in the photo at a glance, and eagerly zoomed in on the lower right corner of the photo——

"This is absolutely impossible!!!"

Qingmei yelled towards the microphone part almost snarling, her eyes widened even more because of the shock, and her eyes were full of denials that she didn't recognize.

Nicole's voice sank a bit, "You can check whether this photo is a composite, but the fact is that... Airi Werle did appear in Italy."

Qingmei: "..."

"If you care about it... let's go back to Italy. Anyway, the middle school in Japan is also on summer vacation, isn't it?"

If the photo just now was equivalent to throwing a blockbuster at her, then what Nicole said at this moment is undoubtedly another devastating bombing.

"You... what do you mean, I..." Qingmei's voice trembled uncontrollably, and a rare sense of panic arose in her heart.

"Don't worry, sismi doesn't know about your matter at the moment. I haven't reported it to them. In the personal file of the bureau, your current status note is still 'unknown'. This time, we will treat it as a private affair between us." Cooperation."

……

After finishing the call with Nicole, Qingmei was walking home in a trance.

Hearing this from Nicole just now, she was a little clueless at the moment.And to get the real answer, there is no doubt that she must go back to Italy, where she can solve the puzzle for herself.

And once she returns to Italy, it means that her life as "Qimi Asakawa" is likely to come to an end here.

"Really, Kaito, you still want to miss the final exam for this reason."

"It's been said that the injuries on my body are still not fully healed! The bones are still hurting!"

The voice from the opposite side of the road made Qingmei subconsciously turn her head to look... Those two boys and girls wearing Jiang Gutian high school uniforms, ah, they are the magic boy I met on the street and the one who was seen fat and was white girl.

Seeing the two playing, Qingmei couldn't help but let out a long sigh, sighing from the bottom of her heart... It's great to be an ordinary middle school student.

……

"Hey, Kaito, are you really not going to accept the invitation to be the temporary supervisor of the basketball club? Didn't Mr. Sada have a good relationship with you when he was still in the junior high school? There is a shortage of manpower, and Mr. Satian has always admired you... The summer league is about to start, and it is just a warm-up match with other schools before the start of the game." Qingzi is still trying to persuade.

Kaito is quite helpless about this, although he is not very interested in basketball, it is okay to help out occasionally, not to mention Aoko has asked him to, but...

"Qingzi, I really have joint pains all over my body right now... I'm also a wounded person... It's not easy for me to come to school with my bones that are about to fall apart."

Really, he still hasn't recovered from the injury he got at the Suzuki Art Museum last Thursday night!Try the sour feeling of being crushed under a huge monster weighing nearly two hundred catties!Whoever does it goes up!

It is estimated that he will not be able to be active as Kaitou Kidd for a while... With this physical condition, let alone being caught by the detective boy, he is afraid that he will dive directly into the ground with the hang glider on his back and plunge into the soil !

"It's a pity... I heard that the basketball team in that middle school is famous for being a powerful team. It is often featured in basketball magazines, and the main players are so handsome!" Qingzi said while holding the magazine in his hand. A page from Kaito was handed over to Kaito.

"What's with a group of middle school brats..." Kaito, who had said so, became extremely determined when he saw the colorful people printed on that page of the magazine, "No! Don't go! Go! I won’t go even if I’m killed!”

Coach, he doesn't want to play basketball!

...I don't even want to watch basketball!

……