The man in Conan is the mastermind behind the scenes

Miyano Akemi's heart, which was falling, suddenly froze in mid-air. The fog called confusion instantly submerged it, making her feel neither up nor down, and at a loss.

Kurosawa...

In order to prevent outsiders from hearing the code name, it is understandable to use a pseudonym, but my sister...

The tone seems very relaxed?

"I know, I will pay attention to it in the future. In fact, I just left another murder scene, but I am very far away and will not appear in the police's sight again."

? ? ? ? ?

Listening to her sister's reply, Miyano Akemi continued to be confused.

It sounds like Gin is asking her sister to stay away from the accident scene and not let herself be noticed by the police?

This is indeed a reasonable request, but the incident just now is still wrong.

My sister and Gin, will have such a harmonious conversation?

"Yeah, I promise not to, is there anything else?"

Three seconds after saying this, Miyano Shiho finally showed a hint of sadness between her eyebrows.

Although she knew that she was feeling a little strange, Akemi Miyano felt a little relieved after seeing her sister like this.

"Of course I always remember that. I want to talk about it at dinner."

Shiho Miyano turned her head to look at her sister's worried face and smiled gently:

"I told you that there won't be such a thing. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Akemi Miyano quickly said:

"Shiho you..."

Chapter 123 Are Hotaru and Xiaolan each other's meal replacements?

The words were interrupted.

Suddenly, her sister threw herself into her arms like she did when she was a child, feeling the warmth of blood and family affection in her arms, Akemi Miyano could no longer speak.

"Sister, I will explain everything to you later."

Lying in her sister's arms, Shiho Miyano's voice was muffled, and she suddenly looked up and blinked her bright blue eyes:

"Anyway, let's go to Fusae first!"

"Anyway, let's go to Fusae first!"

Under the same sky, Yingsheng, who had just left the school's karate dojo, said the same thing to Xiaolan.

"Shopping can make people refreshed, especially when buying the brands they like." Yingsheng looked up and looked at the light clouds under the blue sky. His mood and body became light. What a wonderful day...

"Hey, I'm out now. Can you come down now?"

Xiaolan stopped at the door of the karate dojo. Facing the strange gazes of passers-by, her face flushed and her head lowered, wishing she could bury it in her chest.

"Huh?"

Lying on Xiaolan's back like a koala, Yingsheng curled his lips slightly: "You said you would carry me, but you don't keep your word, do you?" He raised his two drooping hands and shook them in front of Xiaolan's eyes:

"Don't try to throw me off, or I will hold you tightly."

Xiaolan defended herself: "But you said you didn't have the strength to go out, and now you have come out."

"Haha, do you think this is the physical value in the game? It will be refreshed and restored after the task is completed." Yingsheng tilted his head and fell on Xiaolan's shoulder, "Please, I am now You can still talk, but you are just holding on. If you dare to let go, I will faint on the spot. "

"Damn it!"

Xiaolan's ears turned red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't believe it. Didn't you just say we were going to Fusae?"

Hina smiled and said, "It's a fifteen-minute drive, so I can recover and hold on for shopping later, but I can't walk to a taxi. You need to carry me there."

Xiaolan's eyes lit up, "So, we only need to wait another fifteen minutes, right!"

She took a step and was about to retreat into the karate dojo...

Click!

The action paused.

Xiaolan was stunned, looked at the limp arm hanging in front of her, and quickly turned her head, "Hey, Mizuki-kun, you're not really fainting, are you?"

No response.

Oh no!

Xiaolan panicked. With Mizuki-kun's physical strength, he might not be able to hold on after accompanying her in high-intensity training for so long. He said he was holding on, and he was not lying!

"Suiyue-kun, hold on, I'll take you to the infirmary right away!"

Xiaolan pursed her lips tightly, not caring about the eyes of the people around her, and immediately ran to the infirmary with her hand hooked on Yingsheng's thigh.

Yingsheng felt his body was even lighter, as if he was riding a roller coaster.

But in his heart...

Oh my god, Xiaolan is too naive!

Feeling helpless, Yingsheng turned his face straight over: "I say, have you ever taken a green train?"

"Huh?!"

Xiaolan stopped with a look of surprise: "Are you okay, Mizuki-kun?"

"No, I almost died just now, but you woke me up." Yingsheng looked around, "There is a flower bed over there, go sit for a while. Seriously, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Isn't it better to lie down in the dojo?"

Xiaolan walked towards the flower bed, and said in a low voice: "It was Dr. Shirai who called me. Dad got drunk in the hospital and smashed things."

"Ah???"

Hingsheng was stunned, and thought carefully for a long time. He really didn't do anything.

Well, it's confirmed.

Mr. Maori himself is very bad!

"There must be a reason for drinking during the day. Did Dr. Shirai say anything?" Yingsheng asked curiously.

"It is said that a person named Amuro Toru visited him in the afternoon and got drunk after that." Walking to the flower bed, Xiaolan took a deep breath, huh-! ! !

The dust and fallen leaves around the altar cleared away in an instant, and it was as clean as new as if it had been hit by a wind escape technique.

The afternoon sun was still scorching, but it was quite cool under the shade of the trees. Yingsheng got off Xiaolan's back and sat by the flower bed. When he saw the green grass in the flower bed behind him, he simply fell down and groaned happily.

"Toru Amuro? I seem to have some impression... By the way, isn't he that very handsome private detective, with blond hair and dark skin, a pet nemesis, and a friend of rich women? Is he friends with Mr. Mori?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Xiaolan looked up at the shade of the tree. Countless green leaves were dancing in the breeze, and the sun cast a mottled golden glow on them. She suddenly laughed:

"Suigetsu-kun, do you still remember this place?"

Yingsheng also raised the corners of his lips slightly: "I'm not a goldfish with a memory of only seven seconds, of course I remember."

This place is the flower bed where Yingsheng and Xiaolan stopped more than a week ago on the day he first joined the karate club;

This tree is the bustling cherry blossom tree.

"At that time, it seemed that most of it was gray decay. Although life was brewing, you still need to look carefully to find it." Xiaolan said.

"Yes, and now, it is really full of life that can be seen with the naked eye." Yingsheng answered with a smile.

"What about you, Suigetsu-kun?"

"IM about the same."

Current love: 5.

Yingsheng raised his right hand, his sleeves slightly dropped, revealing his white wrist, as smooth as jade.

Xiaolan stretched out her slender index finger, and her fingertip slowly touched the pad of Yingsheng's raised middle finger. It was soft and slightly elastic, and the temperature connected.

Her fingertips slowly traced downwards, and in the gap between the shades of the trees, a ray of golden light fell on her pale pink nails, revealing a different kind of charm of fresh life.

Yingsheng smiled and said, "Ivy, I remember it. To be honest, I estimate that I will become an immortal."

Xiaolan's fingers finally landed on Yingsheng's wrist, above the wound she had seen before.

At this time, the skin over there was already flawless, making her a little girl want to be envious and jealous, but she would always remember it.

She pressed gently: "Does it hurt here?"

"Of course not. Aren't they all healed?"

"I heard that if the wound is too deep and damages the nerves, there may be sequelae."

"Then it's over."

"Eh? What?"

Yingsheng lowered his right hand gently, grasped her hand that had not been taken back, lowered his eyes and sighed:

"Sorry, I'm having sequelae."

Xiaolan blushed slightly, but it quickly dissipated. She did not try to pull away her hand, but said helplessly:

"I'm serious. I've wanted to ask about this for a long time, but I was just worried that it would be too presumptuous."

"What about now?" Yingsheng asked.

"Now...well, it's different."

"What's the difference?"

"I don't know, it's just different."

"Ah."

Yingsheng shook the hands they held together: "Maybe you have a very bad nature."

"..."

Xiaolan was helpless and fell on the lawn: "Let's change the topic."

"Nafsha Painting."

"No, Mr. Toru Amuro."

Chapter 124 The intersection between Toru Amuro and the Mori family

"Can't we just call and ask about this kind of thing?"

Yingsheng took out his mobile phone with his left hand and searched for the contact number of Amuro Detective Agency.

"Whether Mr. Amuro and Mr. Mori are heavy drinkers, so outrageous that they drink all day while lying in the hospital with broken bones; or whether his motives are impure and it is a vicious competition between detectives, it will become clear if you ask."

"Eh?"

Xiao Lan muttered softly: "Sui Yuejun's behavior is indeed very efficient."

"Yeah, yeah, Xiaolan, you are indeed a bad boy." Yingsheng laughed: "So you don't care about Mr. Maori at all, you just want to change the subject."

"No, I just...just..."

"I just didn't think about it for a moment. I just wanted to take care of Mr. Mori, right? That would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause."

"But I always have to go there."

Xiaolan sighed slightly: "Drunk dad needs someone to take care of him, otherwise an accident will happen."

Yingsheng retorted: "What's the point? It's not like you have to do it."

"I can't tell my mother about this. I don't want to protect my father's image, but... I don't want my mother to worry about these terrible things anymore. She has her own things to do. She can't even play with cats anymore." Hello dad."

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was, wouldn't it be enough to hire a nurse? And the psychiatrist, Ms. Aida, is also there. She can also help."

Seeing Xiaolan stunned again, Yingsheng smiled and said:

"Money was created to facilitate the exchange of resources. If everything was done by oneself, the world would probably still be in the Stone Age."