"Not stupid."
Guangyou's smile faded, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and he chuckled, "Thank you for your values."
"What's the meaning?"
Conan's emotions were also fluctuating. "They found me, but why didn't they arrest me!"
"Also, what do you mean by thanking me for my values?"
Guangyou didn't answer all his questions, but explained, "The person you met is the only one in that organization who won't kill you and Ran."
"Gin?"
Conan sensed something was wrong as soon as he uttered the name. If it were Gin, he would definitely have dragged him out and killed him, so he quickly changed his question and asked, "Who is it?"
Kōyū didn't hide anything and frankly said, "It's the woman I suspected at the Beika Hotel before."
You mean her?
Conan relaxed slightly and asked in confusion, "But why didn't she kill me and Ran?"
"You don't need to know that, it's just gossip."
Guangyou quickly stopped the conversation, turned to look at him, touched his stomach, and said, "We should go back and eat now, I'm starving."
"You rascal."
Conan watched as Kousuke walked away after finishing his sentence, cursed under his breath, and quickly followed after him.
The snow that had fallen all night finally stopped, and sunlight shone through the clouds, bathing Tokyo in its glow, as if reminding people to begin a new day.
It's rush hour now, and there are more pedestrians on the road.
Every passerby was wearing a thick coat and a hat.
However, among this group of passersby, there was a man whose attire resembled theirs, but who seemed out of place in Guangyou's eyes.
The man stood there, dressed much like the others: a black coat, a black knitted hat, an earplug in his ear, and a cigarette in his mouth.
He exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay at all times.
When Guangyou walked up to the man, the man's pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at Guangyou.
After sensing this look, Kōyū looked up and smiled at the man: "We meet again, Uncle."
"Um."
The man snorted in response and strode forward, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Who were you talking to just now?
Conan's complexion didn't look too good, seemingly because he hadn't fully recovered from the aftereffects of several hours of oxygen deprivation.
"I just mistook someone for someone else." Guangyou patted his shoulder, his tone softening slightly. "How are you feeling? Any better?"
"Much better."
...
Back at Professor Agasa's house, as soon as Mitsuichi opened the door, a fragrant aroma wafted out.
His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked in, going straight to the table. Looking at the breakfast laid out on the table, he almost couldn't help but drool.
"Eat breakfast." Ai untied her apron, walked over to Kousuke, pulled out a chair for him, and said, "It's not good for a person to skip breakfast."
"good."
Kōyū turned around and lightly kissed Ai's cheek, smiling as he said in American English, "This is for breakfast."
"I didn't brush my teeth, they smell bad."
Xiao Ai blushed slightly and gave a dismissive reply in American English. She pulled out a chair next to her and sat down. "Eat quickly, I've already eaten. I'm just waiting for your dishes to be washed together."
Conan stared with dead fish eyes, turning his head away as much as possible to keep the two out of his sight.
Feeling that the two had finished interacting, she asked, "Haibara, is there any breakfast left? I'm starving."
Without even turning her head, Ai replied, "There's instant noodles in the kitchen, I'll make them myself."
"That's the difference."
Conan turned around and glanced at Kōyū, who was happily eating a hearty breakfast. He sighed and prepared to make himself a bowl of instant noodles to tide him over.
He hadn't eaten anything all night, and now he was indeed quite hungry.
Have you really eaten?
Halfway through his meal, Kōyū suddenly remembered how Ai had often lied to him about having eaten, so he stopped eating and looked at Ai with a suspicious gaze.
Ai felt a warmth in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She said with some dissatisfaction, "Don't you trust me?"
"No, that's not true. I was just worried that you hadn't eaten breakfast again."
Guangyou shook his head and said with some concern, "Girls who often skip breakfast are prone to developing health problems."
"Don't worry, I really have eaten."
Ai deliberately feigned impatience and nodded. "Do you want me to take an X-ray of my stomach for you to believe me?"
"It'll be fine once you've eaten it."
Seeing that Ai didn't seem to be lying, Kōyū turned back and continued eating his breakfast in small bites.
Conan, looking sleepy, sat down at the table with his instant noodles, supporting himself with his hands as he struggled to stay awake.
Last night was a brush with death for him, so he was under immense stress.
Once he entered the comfortable environment, he felt extremely tired and really wanted to sleep.
The instant noodles only took a few minutes to prepare. Conan forced himself to stay awake, reached out and lifted the lid of the instant noodles, mixed the noodles, and ate them directly.
My stomach, which had been empty all night, finally got some food in.
"call……"
As a mouthful of noodle soup flowed down his throat into his stomach, Conan felt his whole body warm up.
The slight dizziness I had experienced from several hours of oxygen deprivation has also been greatly relieved.
"I'll go wash the dishes, you go take a shower, I've already prepared the water for you, and then you go take a nap."
Ai didn't give Kousuke the right to refuse at all; she got up, put away the bowl, and headed to the kitchen.
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