Chapter 52

Being called a "good kid" is a reward from the boss.

The way things have developed is somewhat baffling.

Fuyuki became interested.

The criminal was accused, and he tried to defend himself, but was rendered speechless by the irrefutable evidence. He was forcibly handcuffed by the police in resentment and in preparation for being taken away.

But then a strange person arrived and whispered something in the ear of the lead policeman. The policeman frowned, gave a few instructions to his subordinates, and although everyone's expressions showed a hint of dissatisfaction, they still obeyed the order.

The struggling prisoner, cursing and swearing, was taken to another car that had just arrived. It looked ordinary on the outside, but a discerning person could tell that it was not as it appeared.

Curious, Dongshu pulled back the curtains and wondered what was happening. The crowd opposite had been dispersed, the police tape had been removed, and the remaining police officers were cleaning up the scene.

Everything seemed normal, but she had a gut feeling that this wasn't a normal car replacement.

"General, dinner is ready."

Dongshu drew the curtains again, shutting out the case that had been going on all morning. She gently stepped off the stool, landing safely on her feet. She bounced twice, trying to sound energetic: "I'm here!"

The room was heated, so even with her feet on the fluffy carpet, she didn't feel cold, but she didn't mind the trouble and obediently put on her slippers.

Her dark eyes shone as she sat at the table, swinging her legs happily, and lowered her head to put the food into her mouth.

"Straighten your back, General," Atsushi Toshiro said helplessly.

Dongshu quickly sat up straight, gave a sweet smile, and replied softly, "Okay."

She always felt that Atsushi Toshiro also had a kind of patriarchal feel to him.

She chewed and chewed, her cheeks puffed out, her throat bobbing, as she used her fork to put the next bite of rice into her mouth.

Fuyuki and Atsushi Toshiro enjoyed their lunch.

Standing at the kitchen doorway, Fuyuki peered through the door frame as Atsushi Toushirou moved nimbly, placing clean bowls one by one on the rack to dry.

Everything is proceeding smoothly.

She blinked her eyes and said, "Okay, I'm going to sleep now."

Atsushi Toshiro stopped what he was doing and looked at her with his purple eyes: "Taking a nap? Go ahead, General."

Dongshu nodded, meeting his smiling and gentle eyes. Despite his cold and serious appearance, he never made her feel afraid.

His short black hair also added a touch of determination to Atsushi Toshiro.

He is a tsukumogami that gives off a very mature vibe.

Sometimes, I feel a little similar to Yagen Toushirou, not because we're both Toushirou, but because of that reliable feeling.

A reliable minor.

But they are all gods who are hundreds of years old.

The warm, cozy blankets nestled around him. He buried his head in the spot he had made, his entire head enveloped in something fluffy. Dongshu curled up, then deliberately stretched out his body.

Once you develop the habit of taking a nap, it's easy to feel sleepy at a specific time.

Half asleep and half awake, Dongshu felt someone come to her side, and then the cool places on her body were warmed and soft again.

My mind has completely fallen asleep.

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The park was neither crowded nor deserted.

Fuyuki habitually grabbed Atsushi Toushirou's clothes for a sense of security, and pulled up the scarf around her neck with her other hand, burying half of her face in it.

The air was cool, and her breath was white mist. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were bright, and the pom-pom on her hat dangled down to her chin.

She looks like a fluffy ball.

When they went out, Atsushi Toshiro not only wrapped her up but also made sure to put on thick clothes for himself, as thick clothes are not easy to hold.

The spirit noticed this and reached out to hold the master's small hand, which warmed up quickly.

Atsushi Toshiro wandered aimlessly, simply walking.

Dongshu came up with the idea herself, and now she doesn't know what she's doing, just following along step by step.

The surroundings are peaceful, yet full of vitality. Adults and children play, stroll, and relax in the park. It is neither quiet nor noisy.

Dongshu kicked away the small stones at her feet, listening to the clattering sound they made. She quickly stopped a short distance ahead, as if she had become interested. She took the initiative to go forward and repeat her actions.

To avoid hurting others, she moved very gently, and the pebbles flew close to the ground and stopped after a short distance.

This kind of simple joy is probably unique to children.

"Um?"

Fuyuki stopped what she was doing and watched as the black and white ball rolled toward her. Seeing the rolling ball, she instinctively raised her foot to stop it.

She blinked; it was a soccer ball.

"Ugh..." Just as she was about to say something, someone ran over.

His light blue eyes gleamed with nervousness. The boy ran over, panting, and leaned on his knees. "Um, I'm...sorry, this soccer ball is mine. Thank you..."

His words were somewhat illogical, but Fuyuki understood what he was trying to say.

She held up the soccer ball that had been picked up from her hand, handed it over, and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Here you go."

The silent phone in his pocket vibrated for a while, but Fuyuki ignored the noise and steadily handed the soccer ball to the boy.

"Thank you."

After thanking him, the boy wanted to leave, but perhaps on instinct, he blurted out, "My name is Shinichi Kudo."

Fuyuki glanced at the unique arrow atop Shinichi Kudo's black hair; it was Mr. Conan's reminder to her.

This is the pillar of the bright side, or the most important one.

“I am Fuyuki, Arisu Fuyuki,” she said, shaking Atsushiro’s hand. “This is my older brother, Arisu Atsushi.”

Atsushi Toshiro greeted him, and Shinichi Kudo responded while holding a soccer ball.

A voice called from afar, and Shinichi Kudo, wanting to say something more, simply said goodbye and ran toward the source of the sound.

"Hey, that's a support pillar."

Atsushi Toshiro could not see Mr. Ke Xue's arrow.

"General, is there anything I can do for you?"

Dongshu shook his head, watching the figure gradually shrink until it became blurry, before slowly saying, "I just didn't expect it to be so young."

Mr. Ke Xue does not proactively reveal all the information, and similarly, Fuyuki does not want to investigate too much about the pillars of the light side at this stage.

Although Mr. Ke doesn't hide anything from her when she asks.

She learned about Kenji Hagiwara's untimely death by asking him casually, and she never expected to receive such sad news.

This walk was an unexpected bonus, even though she didn't need it.

Recalling Shinichi Kudo's childhood appearance, Fuyuki compared it with the world lines he had seen before, and it was no wonder that the brightest time in the world line was seven years later.

It turns out that the pillars of support are not yet grown up.

Regardless of whether it's her, she's 9 years old.

Shinichi Kudo was 10 years old.

After playing until she got home, Dongshu took out her phone to check the messages. As she expected, they were from the organization.

However, it was sent by Rum.

It wasn't unusual for Rum, as the second-in-command, to send her emails, but the content of this one surprised Fuyuki.

One of the organization's codenamed members benefited from the situation but was taken away by the police due to a dispute.

Regardless of how the police obtained the information and acted so quickly, the address attached gave Dongshu a strong sense of déjà vu.

She blinked and quickly matched the events of this morning with the email.

She did know there were members of an organization on the other side, but she didn't investigate, which resulted in her subordinate being taken away right under her nose.

He was also a member with a high status.

In terms of benefiting from it, Rum is somewhat involved. The strange feeling I had when I witnessed that scene before has now been completely resolved.

It's not just a misperception; there's definitely something wrong.

The relevant tasks have been assigned to the corresponding members.

Dongshu looked it up and wondered if it was a coincidence that she saw the name the moment she did.

Those two words just sat quietly on the screen.

Gin.

Being assigned to such an important mission, Gin has indeed gained recognition for his abilities in a short period of time.

The codenamed member has been captured, and the corresponding mission is simple.

Save them if you can; kill them if you can't.

However, Fuyuki suddenly became a little willful; she didn't want to die.

Who will fulfill the boss's wish?

The phone rang, vibrated a few times, and was then answered.

"Gin, I want him alive."

These words came out of nowhere without any context, and the sound became somewhat distorted through the phone.

Upon hearing this, Gin paused, his green eyes beneath his silver hair flashing: "Yes, sir."

"Good boy." The boss praised him with satisfaction.

The call was disconnected the next second.

His subordinates' action plan was overturned, and he had to start all over again.

All because of one sentence from the boss.