Fifteen minutes later, the last float drove towards the back section, and the surrounding tourists dispersed.
But some tourists lingered, looking down at the photos they had just taken, and then sharing them with their companions.
Guangyou was one of them.
"Actually, I think these pictures are pretty good." Kōyū said to Ai, looking down at the album without looking up.
"The person is a bit blurry." Ai interrupted Kouyu's actions, pointing to the photo on the phone screen.
In that photo, Ai Haibara was alright, but Kōyō was completely blurred.
Moreover, Kwang-woo was smiling during the filming.
It was a perfectly good photo, but the blurry image made it look a bit strange.
"There's nothing we can do about it." Kōyū glanced at Ai in the photo again, completely unconcerned that his image had become blurry.
He didn't want it to be like this either.
But when I was taking the picture, someone bumped into him, and he became blurry in the photo.
After making his rant, Guangyou prepared to delete the photo that made him "laugh so hard he could barely see".
"Actually, this one looks quite interesting." Guangyou glanced at himself in the photo and couldn't help but chuckle.
Just as he was about to press the delete button, Ai interrupted him.
Then, Mitsuyoshi heard Ai say, "Send me this one too, I want to use it as my computer desktop wallpaper."
“…” Guangyou remained silent for a moment.
Can such a dark history be preserved?
On one side is Ai Haibara, and on the other is her own dark history.
At this moment, it was as if a scale had appeared in Guangyou's heart.
Seemingly sensing what Kousuke was thinking, Ai suddenly remembered something, leaned closer to Kousuke, and whispered in his ear.
"I still have that photo of you wearing...".
She didn't say it was that photo, but Kwang-woo understood what she meant.
"Ahem... Let's not talk about that photo." Guangyou looked up at Xiaolan and Kazuha, who were there at the time, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were also discussing the photo they had just taken.
"Actually, I didn't want to..."
"But you still took the picture." Ai smiled, looking as if she had Kousuke completely under her thumb.
Indeed, that's true. Kwang-yu didn't think the photo was that bad; on the contrary, he thought his "blurred smile" looked somewhat mesmerizing.
"Okay, I'll send them to you together later." Guangyou seemed to have given in, and continued flipping through the photo album after he finished speaking.
After standing there for a few minutes, Hattori Heiji and the others were somewhat exasperated. Seeing that the group showed no sign of stopping, he urged them on.
Are you going back or not?
"What's the rush! It's just to look at a photo." Kazuha gave Hattori Heiji a disgruntled look and put her phone away.
“You’ll have plenty of time to see it when we get back,” Hattori Heiji retorted.
Ran, who was standing nearby, stepped in again to ease the tension, "Alright, Kazuha, it's getting late, let's go back and watch it slowly."
"Mm," Kazuha nodded in response.
"Let's go back." Guangyou had almost finished organizing the photos, deleting what needed to be deleted and keeping what needed to be kept.
Most of the photos were kept; the ones that were deleted were the ones that were completely unwatchable, such as those where both people were blurry.
Or perhaps it's due to serious exposure.
The rest were kept.
"Finally, I can go back." Conan covered his mouth with his hand and yawned.
He felt like he barely existed today.
During the day, I just watched the carousel from the sidelines, didn't go to the haunted house, basically coasted through the bumper cars, and watched from the sidelines when they tried to play the claw machine.
I didn't buy any souvenirs at the gift shop.
If Ran hadn't taken a picture with him during the parade, Conan wouldn't have known what he could prove he'd been there.
Unlike when I came to kill time in the hour before the parade started, now I'm going back.
It was getting late, so the group quickened their pace.
A dozen minutes later, Guangyou and his group walked out of the theme park.
They hailed a taxi on the roadside, told the driver their destination, and then went about their own business.
In the front passenger seat, Heiji Hattori was holding Conan.
Most of their conversations were things that Kazuha and the others couldn't know, so the two of them remained silent after getting into the car, not saying a word.
Compared to them, the back row was much more "lively".
After getting in the car, Kazuha continued to discuss the photos they had just taken with Ran in a low voice.
After Guangyou got into the car and settled in, he packed up the photos and sent them to Ai's email address.
The two didn't talk much after that. Kousuke patted his shoulder, and although he didn't say anything, Ai understood what he meant.
He leaned his body, rested his head on Guangyou's shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he were resting.
After watching Ai for a while, Kōyū closed his eyes, rested his face in his hands, and assumed a resting posture.
...
Many tourists left after watching the parade, and many of them drove, which caused Guangyou and his group to be stuck in traffic on the roads near the park for a while.
The traffic jam wasn't too bad, and the road was clear again after a few minutes.
Because it was late, Uncle Mori called Ran halfway there.
"Xiaolan, haven't you come back yet? Do you need me to come pick you up?"
"No need, Dad, you should go to sleep early. We're already on our way..." Xiaolan looked out the window at the scenery.
"We're almost at Beika Town. We should be back in about ten minutes. You should get some sleep."
"Okay." Uncle Mori gave a few more instructions and then hung up the phone.
...
Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped downstairs at the office.
"Ai, we're home." Kōyū gently squeezed Ai's hand and softly woke her up. "Go back to sleep."
"Hmm..." Ai reached out and rubbed her eyes, which still had a little sleepiness left, nodded, and responded lazily.
After letting Ai sit in her seat for a while to recover, Kōyū took her hand and got out of the car.
After Hattori Heiji paid the bill, the group went upstairs.
"Police cars are so cool, no traffic jams, and free." Hattori Heiji felt a pang of regret thinking about the nearly 10,000 yen fare he had just paid.
Transportation costs in Japan are very high, especially taxis. A trip that takes only half an hour can cost nearly 10,000 yen.
It's much more comfortable in Osaka. He can call a police car with just one phone call. Not only does it look cool and attract attention, but most importantly, it doesn't cost any money.
"Only you don't take it seriously." Guangyou's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but retort, "I've only ever seen someone use a police car like a taxi."
"I think it's great." Heiji Hattori didn't think much of it. "Police cars are so cool, there's no need to worry about traffic jams."
"hehe..."
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