Fake 16
Melodious music was playing in the cafe, and the open notebook was filled with various handwritings. Sosuke Fubuki glanced at it roughly. Even though he knew that the person's left and right hands had different handwritings and he would not be able to recognize them, he couldn't help but feel in a good mood when he thought that she had also left records here.
"Uncle Fang looks like he's in a good mood?" Edogawa Conan ordered the same black coffee as Fang Sosuke. The latter asked him if he wanted desserts like cakes, but after he declined, he didn't force him. The little boy observed the upward arc of the young man's mouth and guessed, "Is there something good?"
Fang Shusuke pushed up his glasses, "I just thought of something happy," he changed the subject, "What about Conan-kun? Is there anything happy recently?"
"Ahahaha..." Edogawa Conan thought about how he was either solving a case or on his way to solving a case, as well as the sadness of going to elementary school again. He hid his vest among the big guys, and his eyes naturally revealed fatigue, "An acquaintance recently got a very cute cat..."
The scene was a bit dull for a moment. Sosuke Fubuki, who was supposed to show his adult ability and actively bring up the topic, looked away for a moment and didn't respond. Of course, he knew who Conan Edogawa was referring to as the acquaintance who raised a cat. The Alvin avatar was scrapped and the cg was still in the system album. Compared to his colleagues who had a turbulent childhood, he was so ordinary that he felt a little guilty for a moment...
The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, but inside it was silent. Edogawa Conan and Fukoto Sousuke stared at each other, and they both lowered their heads and took a sip of black coffee at the same time, "Really? Small animals are very cute..." Fukoto Sousuke smiled politely but awkwardly, and felt bitter in his heart when he saw the little detective's furry hair. He always felt a little uncomfortable that Edogawa Conan was actually the seventeen-year-old Kudo Shinichi. The shadow of the past made him always a little flustered when facing children of this age, "By the way, before..."
"Come to think of it, Uncle House was a teacher before!" It seemed that Edogawa Conan was also trying hard to find a topic. The little boy laughed dryly and racked his brains to come up with a topic, "How did you decide to change your career..."
His voice gradually faded away, only because the detective saw the expression on Fang Shusuke's face.
The young man lowered his head and slumped his shoulders, like a bent tree trunk. His grey eyes were dull and wandering. He seemed focused but had no focus and was filled with deep disappointment and exhaustion.
Conan Edogawa has seen this expression many times. In the cases he had solved in the past, the victims' families who yelled at the murderer asking why were just like this.
"I'm sorry, this is a bit bad." The fragility just now was like an illusion that disappeared in an instant, and Fang Fang Sosuke quickly returned to a polite smile. The new guest was flipping through the gift exchange notebook unique to the cafe. As long as she thought that she had been here, flipping through the notebook like this, she felt the warmth of a corpse returning to the world, and she returned to the world again. "But if it's Conan, it should be fine."
"I used to be a civics teacher at Himiharu High School. The last class I taught before I resigned was—"
"Second year class A!"
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