Chapter 7 Moonlight Lover
Everyone separated. The flattery and conversation in the restaurant continued until very late, and when they woke up the next day, they were still a little groggy from a hangover.
"Damn it," Maori Kogoro held his forehead with a painful expression, "I accidentally drank too much with that guy last night, and I can't even remember how I got back."
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiaolan standing in front of him with her hands on her hips angrily. His eyes wandered for a moment, and he immediately said, "Hey, where's that kid Conan? It's so late, and I haven't seen him. Could it be that he sneaked out again last night?"
Just as he was about to look around, he saw Conan appear from behind Xiaolan in the blink of an eye, and looked at him with contempt, which instantly raised his blood pressure, "You little brat!"
Xiaolan sighed helplessly. She began to talk in a rambling way. At this time, Pei Zhen also walked out of the next room with a slightly tired look. Seeing this, Conan quietly walked to his side and asked him in a puzzled tone: "Hey, Brother Amano, did you not sleep well last night?"
"Yeah," Pei Zhen didn't care: "When you come to a new place, you always feel a little uncomfortable."
He smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe I'm a little shy. Now that I think about it, I still feel like I'm back at my grandma's hometown. I don't know if I can continue to be a detective."
Conan stopped talking immediately. As a high school detective who became a famous detective not long after his debut, this kind of worry had never existed in his mind. No matter what I say at this moment, it feels very strange.
The restaurant had left breakfast for them. The other people had arrived long ago. Ms. Luo Zhi from the publishing house and Mr. Takashi had finished their meal and went to the living room to rest. The only person at the scene who was eating heartily was the Ikeda employee from the TV station. When he saw Kogoro coming, his eyes lit up and he quickly waved for him to come over.
Pei Zhen randomly selected a few breakfast items that looked good, and added a glass of milk, which constituted his meal.
Everything developed very calmly, as if Conan's so-called "halo of death" was just a joke from the audience in his previous life. When they arrived at the living room, they saw the two people from the publishing house discussing something. The reporter was also fiddling with his camera. He took a lot of photos yesterday, both outdoor and indoor. The sunlight from outside shone through the window, slightly dispelling the chill brought by last night.
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"Her skin is pure white and flawless, her expression is dull and pale, she is always silent and indifferent, but every time I ask her to do something, she never refutes me. From her, I have experienced the supreme pleasure and joy of being a man, and I almost want to drown with her in this river of love. But there is only one thing about her that makes me dissatisfied..."
Pei Zhen's immersed reading was interrupted by the conversation next to him. The housekeeper came in from outside and informed them about something about lunch. It seemed to be related to the owner of the villa, and there was some noise for a while.
Pei Zhen withdrew his gaze and turned the page of the book.
"...But one day, she disappeared. I searched the whole house and finally found her under the highest floor of the villa. She was already a corpse, her body torn into pieces, and blood plasma coagulated on her body. It was as if she was wearing a dark red dress, as if she was going to a party that she would never arrive in time for. What remained unchanged was that she still stared into my eyes, faintly, as peaceful and cold as the moonlight that day, and yet indescribably gentle."
"I held her in my arms, feeling completely devastated. I actually lost her, and half of my body! Is this the punishment God has bestowed upon me? I cannot accept this. I must find out who killed her, and I want him to pay the price!"
Pei Zhen borrowed this book from Conan. The writing is actually quite good, the story connection is also very good, and the subsequent transitions were considered to be well-conceived at that time. No wonder it won an award.
Someone walked over, and the soles of their high heels made a slight muffled sound on the wooden floor. "Are you reading this book?" It was the female editor from the publishing house yesterday. Her attitude today was still cold, but at least not as sharp. She took a cigarette out of her pocket, lit it and exhaled towards the window. "It looks pretty good, right?"
Pei Zhen thought about it and did not deny her.
Luo Zhi Xingzi suddenly smiled. She lit a cigarette and let the ash fall from the windowsill. "Someone said that this was a book that Nagakawa Usuke wrote specifically for his deceased wife. His wife was beautiful and charming, but she died in an accident. This incident dealt a great blow to him. He was devastated for a long time, and finally reunited with his wife in a dream. When he woke up again, this book was conceived in his mind."
Luo Zhi Xingzi glanced at him and said, "The reason why the first half of the book is so vivid is that it is the daily life between him and his wife. They live together in this house, without quarrels, without all worldly troubles, only endless happiness with no end in sight. In his words, 'This is my sanctuary of sacrifice, a holy place to escape from the world, but later, it became a nest of love woven by her and me.'"
After saying this, she suddenly fell silent. She narrowed her eyes, hiding some complicated and cold thoughts. She seemed to have come here just to take a breath, as if just standing in this house gave her some kind of invisible pressure. She didn't care who she was talking to, she just wanted to open her mouth.
"You know, young man," she said, "if you want to be a detective like Mr. Maori, then you should never believe a word of what some people say once it is released to the world."
After a long while, the communication on the other side gradually stopped. Xiaolan led Conan over there and passed by Luo Zhi Sachiko. The woman ignored any of them and left without looking back.
Xiaolan was a little curious: "This is Miss Luo Zhi, right? She just came here..."
"She told me about the book," Pei Zhen said, "She seemed to have a different understanding of the author of the book, Nagakawa Usuke."
Xiaolan was a little confused. Conan tilted his head and said, "Brother Amano, where did you read this book?"
"Did you see the murderer?" he asked excitedly, "Or didn't you? Then did you guess the murderer's identity and method of committing the crime..."
"Conan," Xiaolan covered her face, "Don't disturb other people's reading interest!"
Seeing that Pei Zhen did not show any displeasure, she said embarrassedly: "Just now the housekeeper came to tell us that Teacher Changchuan will have lunch with us at noon, and he will also deal with some work matters with us in the afternoon. We will probably have to stay here for another day."
Pei Zhen smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Actually, I have already finished what I want to do. I can leave at any time."
"Hey," Conan realized the element, he put his hands behind his head and said: "Has Brother Amano's business been completed? When, why don't we know anything?"
"It's just a small matter," Pei Zhen imitated Conan and spoke lightly. He touched his head and said, "I just checked someone's safety. It's not the same as what happened to Uncle Maori."
Conan rolled his eyes and said, "Although I look like a child, don't touch my head casually!"
The morning passed quickly, and by the time it was past eleven o'clock, everyone was already sitting around the table. The dishes that were about to be served were being cooked in the kitchen, and no one spoke.
It seemed that because of the hangover, Kogoro and Ikeda from the TV station were not in good spirits. Sachiko Luozhi crossed her arms, closed her eyes and did not move. Her junior, another editor Keiaki Takashi, supported his head with one hand, showing a trace of fatigue. Shinji Inada, who was sitting next to Conan, yawned slightly.
Only then did Conan realize that something was wrong. He looked around and observed everyone. "Ah, no," he shouted in his mind, "What's going on? Why does it seem like everyone except me and Xiaolan looks like they didn't get enough rest last night? Are you so shy? Or is this house so unsuitable for sleeping?"
The sound of footsteps coming from the stairs perked up everyone and they all sat up straight.
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