Chapter 69: Cointreau Chapter·Beginning

When Hikaru Midorikawa saw the other party running away with injuries all over his body, he could hardly control his expression. He clenched and unclenched his hands, and his teeth itched with anger.

He thought he was a good-tempered person. He could be so angry that he could imagine how much of a jerk that guy was.

Two weeks ago, he faced the scene as a "hostage". He finally knew how desperate his friend who he hadn't seen for seven years was. Now he witnessed with his own eyes how the other party was desperate to save him despite his disability. He felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, and his eyes were full of stars. The stars were the same color as the jerk's eyes!

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to help but punch him twice. He tried his best to avoid the police who rushed over because of the bomb and walked towards the door.

Until -

the familiar guy was frowning and talking on the phone. His walking posture seemed the same at first glance, but a closer look revealed that he seemed to have lost his balance and could fall down at any time if touched.

Kasugawa Shugo hurriedly walked by, his voice very low, and even though he was so close, he couldn't hear what he said. The man hurriedly nodded to him, and when the two of them passed by, they didn't control the distance well, and their shoulders bumped lightly. He couldn't help but fall forward, stumbling for two steps before he could control his steps.

"Haru..."

All the anger was scared away by him. Midorikawa Hikaru hurriedly reached out to help him, but before his fingers touched the corner of his clothes, the man quickly dodged forward, waved his hand without looking back, indicating that he was fine, and continued to move forward.

He was in good spirits before he left, and even wanted to secretly eat fried chicken, but how come he is like this after going out?

Midorikawa's eyebrows, which had just relaxed, wrinkled again for another reason.

He was worried about letting him run around like this, because who knows if Kasugawa Shugo will roll down the stairs in his current condition, so he followed closely until he got to the ward safely.

It's good that he is safe, and I should also...

Suddenly there was a muffled sound from the door, like something hitting the wall.

Midorikawa had already turned around and left, but when he heard this, he threw away all the thoughts of "whether I should go in with this identity" and walked back a few steps to open the door of the ward.

His friend was sitting on the ground against the wall, with his head lowered. At first he thought he had fainted, but when he got closer, he later realized that he was covering the side of his face with his hands and tears were rolling down his sharp jaw.

Although it was very inappropriate, he couldn't help but think that Hiiragi had really lost a lot of weight.

Even the little bit of flesh on his face has all lost weight, and the slightly rounded facial curves have all turned into razor blades. His smile is still the same as before, but whenever those beautiful round eyes are blocked, the things that have accumulated in the past seven years will come out, just like now.

I feel like I have grown up a lot, the youthful feeling has long since dissipated, and I truly look like a man.

Midorikawa Hikaru let out a breath and sat down next to the man. After hesitating for a few seconds, he gently placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

Come to think of it, he had never seen Shugo like this before.

He didn't know what to say for a moment. The man obviously didn't need verbal comfort. His hairy head leaned against Midorikawa Hikaru's shoulder. His curly hair rubbed against his neck, causing a slight itch, which reminded the man whose appearance had long changed that noon when they were camping seven years ago.

The warm liquid fell on the shoulder.

Morofushi Kagemitsu felt that the person next to him was trembling slightly, and his tears were falling faster and faster, and they connected directly into a line at the back. He couldn't see what the other person looked like now, but he felt that his tears kept dripping on his exposed shoulder.

What is the man leaning on his shoulder thinking?

Maybe it was the people who were rescued, maybe it was the tragic scenes seen in those people's "nest", maybe it was the destroyed families, maybe it was the various phenomena in the world. Was what I just encountered the last piece of the puzzle?

It will be much better to vent it out. Midorikawa Hikaru couldn't help thinking that when he and Zero were undercover in that organization, this scene would be played out every once in a while, from one or two months to more than a year. People are really strange creatures. They are about to be filled up and crushed by these things, but they shake and pour out half of them, and can still move forward.

He cried so hard but still couldn't say a word. Shuugo is really thin-skinned.

Midorikawa Hikaru just let himself go aimlessly until the man's trembling gradually stopped and no more tears fell on his shoulders.

"Why are you haunting me? I'm so annoyed—" After half an answer, Kasugawa Shugo seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and kept burying his head in the man's shoulder, his voice a little vague, "... Jingguang."

Then laughter came from the side along with this blurted out affectionate name. Midorikawa Hikaru turned off the voice changer he had been wearing around his neck, and restored his original voice, which belonged to Morobu Jingguang, "When did you know?"

"Just now, how could someone I've only known for two weeks keep following me around like this." The man said, and then gently rubbed his neck again, his voice a little quieter, "...The smell hasn't changed, it's still the same as before."

He had been keeping a very polite distance before, but now that he was so close, he finally smelled it.

Midorikawa Hikaru laughed.

"You have a dog nose, you recognize people by smell."

After being teased like this, Kasugawa Shugo was even more reluctant to raise his head. He moved randomly for a few times and loosened his hand that had been pulling the other's clothes. "Kagemitsu is annoying."

It seems that he was wrong just now. As expected, no matter how old he is, he still has a childish personality. He has always been energetic and loves to laugh and make trouble. The seniors of Shugo who I have met before seem to really like this junior.

"Okay?"

"Okay." As if to prove the correctness of this answer, Kasugawa Shugo patted his chest, "Full of energy, now I can beat a drug dealer in the reinforced company." Midorikawa

Hikaru looked at his neck, then at the bandage exposed under his clothes, and was obviously shocked by this boastful look.

"Why are you looking at me? This is just a minor skin wound on my stomach. I've healed it a long time ago!" Feeling stung by the other party's obvious distrust, Kasugawa Shugo completely forgot how he had just struggled to get off the hospital bed. He lifted up his hem to show his 'minor wound' to others, "Look - Jingguang is so good that he must have seen it at a glance. This bandaging method is..."

Seeing that the other party was arguing with reason while secretly trying to please him, Midorikawa Hikaru showed an exceptionally gentle smile, "Are you really healed?"

"I'm fine! Running five or six laps in one breath is not a problem."

"Okay."

The next second, a slightly cool finger landed on the back of the neck. Kasugawa Shugo was shrunken by the coolness and couldn't help but dodge forward, but was blocked by the opponent's retreat. He could only curl up in an itchy ball, yelling, "What are you doing——"

Midorikawa Hikaru pinched the opponent's neck with one hand, feeling like pinching a big orange cat, "Since you are in good health, I think you should solve the problem of historical remnants."

The big cat that had been fluttering in his hand suddenly stiffened .

"For example, fried chicken, and heroic acts like putting your face on a bomb without any protection."

Kasugawa Shugo's face was frozen, and the radar rang quickly at this moment, making his scalp numb.

Danger——!!!

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In Beika Town, Tsukiyama Asari, who was searching for clues with Date Kou, stumbled and almost fell.

How come Morobushi Kagemitsu changed his disguise and name!

What did he say before?

'Before Kasugawa Shugo's wound is healed, he must not be allowed to meet Matsuda Jinpei... no, any of the five gorillas. Otherwise, he

will really be killed!'

Tsukiyama Asari wanted to travel back in time and shake his collar to shake this idea out of his head.

Why set flags randomly? !

"Tsukiyama--"

Hearing Date Kou's shout, Tsukiyama Asari quickly came to his senses and went over to see what the other party had discovered.

"Look at this." Ida Kou's brows had never relaxed. He was staring at the trash can next to the counter with a serious expression. There was a pile of burnt slag in it, with only white ash left.

The video had been transferred to Officer Megure. The police who stayed in the Metropolitan Police Department quickly began to search for surveillance and tried to lock the suspect's vehicle. This was a time-consuming and laborious matter and could not be rushed, so they had to focus their attention on this small store.

"What could it be?"

Tsukiyama reached inside and flipped a few times, and finally found a small piece of unburned paper at the bottom corner.

9-25-32-440*1--...

He frowned, "It seems to be a code."

Today's date is September 25th. Tsukiyama Asari guessed that the first part should represent the date, and as for the number at the end... he

had no idea.

Date Kou and Edogawa Conan studied the number together. Tsukiyama Asari took the opportunity to step back a few steps, freeing up a few minutes to carefully dig into the clues on the forum.

[Baby, won't you lose too much blood? Why does it feel like you're always bleeding... ah, it finally stopped]

[Science world~ Don't get so tangled up]

He skipped the reply and turned to the previous comics.

All the criminals in this comic are drawn as little black men. When the old man was killed by a bomb, a special scene appeared. The little black man was in a room facing the surveillance screen, showing his white teeth.

This should be the lair. The room is very small and does not look like a normal house.

In a store. It should be in a store.

In this place filled with various stores, an inconspicuous small store is the most secretive lair and it is easy to lock the target. But there are hundreds of stores here. Who knows where those guys will hide.

He frowned and continued to flip down.

There are too few clues, and there are no logically rigorous analysis posts. Most of them are just random guesses and are useless. Tsukiyama Asari was about to close the forum when a new picture was posted.

It was the scene where they found the piece of paper. The little detective frowned and pondered, and a dark head popped out of the door!

A chill instantly went up his spine. Tsukiyama Asari stood up suddenly and ran towards the door. Outside was a straight street. As expected, he saw a figure fleeing in a hurry.

"Brother Date--"

He called out and rushed forward to chase the man. Date Kou, who immediately understood what he meant, chased after him. Edogawa Conan lagged behind him by a few steps but did not lose him.

Just as he was about to reach the end of the street, a man came out from the corner of the street.

The man's bloodshot eyes were half blocked by black hair. He sat in a wheelchair. A bony hand wrapped in a black glove stretched out from under a large black coat. He was pressing the button on the side of the armrest to control the wheelchair to move forward.

"Be careful--" Conan Edogawa didn't think about the fact that he had listed this man as a candidate for Cointreau in the morning. He just shouted subconsciously.

The fugitive suspect's eyes turned cold. He took out a gun from somewhere, picked up the man in the wheelchair, and put the gun to his throat. Because he used too much force, the muzzle of the gun sank a little, making it difficult for the man to breathe.

"Don't come over here!!" he roared, but his hand holding the gun didn't shake at all.

It is not a good idea to hold a disabled hostage, but he seemed to know that he could not escape anyway, so he wanted to take a loser with him.

Oops.

Conan Edogawa was sweating profusely. The disabled man did not look like he was able to resist at all. The blanket he had been covering him with fell to the ground, revealing a pair of legs that could almost be described as slender. It seemed that he was really unable to walk.

He began to doubt whether his guess in the morning was correct. Could this man who looked covered with scars really be Cointreau?

But now there are more important things to do.

Conan Edogawa quickly looked for something that could be used. Date Kou took a step forward, as if he was preparing to negotiate with someone.

"Shut up! I don't want to listen to you... Who?!" The suspect turned sideways instantly, looking vigilantly at the corner, where a young man walked step by step.

"Sorry." The man wore black-framed glasses, squinting behind his glasses, "I just happened to be passing by."

"Don't talk nonsense! Go over and stand with them!"

It was Mr. Akai!!

Edogawa Conan couldn't help but be delighted. He trusted the ability of this ace FBI. With such a powerful helper, this time it should be much smoother.

The FBI, who was currently using the alias Okiya Subaru, moved towards Date Kou little by little. His eyes paused on Tsukiyama Asari's face for a moment, and then looked at the stern-looking boy.

The moment he made eye contact with Conan Edogawa, he opened half of his eye, revealing his dark green eye.

The little boy instantly understood what he meant, took a step back, secretly squatted down and turned on the switch of his sneakers that had been modified by Dr. Agasa. There happened to be a can next to his feet.

Okiya Subaru was about to move to the most vulnerable position, and suddenly -

"Hey."

The man who had been silent since just now spoke.

He was lifted up a little by the suspect, but half of his body was still on the wheelchair, and his head was lowered so that people could not see his expression clearly.

What is he going to do? !

Several people stopped what they were doing, not daring to act rashly.

"Shut up!" the suspect yelled again. He could feel the cripple trembling under his neck. He was so scared that he dared to speak. "If you say another word, I'll cut your legs off..."

The man grabbed his gun-holding hand, but his thin wrist burst out with great strength at this time, forcibly twisting the other's wrist to the side. At the same time, the suspect yelled and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew past his hair and landed on the wall.

He put one hand on the other's shoulder and supported his whole body with the strength of his arm. He quickly let go of the hand that had just grabbed the other's wrist, bent his arm and hit the man's face with his crutch.

The suspect was knocked to the ground, and the man also fell to the ground without support. He propped up his upper body, snatched the gun from the man's hand, and smashed it hard into the face of the suspect who was still trying to get up.

Blood instantly gushed out from the bridge of the nose that was bent by the gun. Then, the man pulled the bolt again, held the gun with one hand in a very skilled posture, and aimed it at the forehead of the suspect with a terrified expression.

As if to retaliate for his previous behavior, he used great force, and the muzzle of the gun was almost embedded in the man's flesh.

"Don't point the gun at me!"

The man said word by word.

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