"It's alright, you can all stay here tonight," Akashi Hirohito said with a smile, snapping out of his reverie.
"It seems that's the only way." Uncle Mori thanked him again. "Thank you so much, Mr. Akashi, this time."
"It's nothing, no need to thank me." Akashi Hiroto glanced at the time and said softly, "Dad should be finished eating by now..."
Then, he looked at Xiaolan, who was tidying up the kitchen on the other side, and said, "Could you please go upstairs and bring down my dad's tableware for me?"
"No problem," Xiaolan readily agreed.
Just as Xiaolan put down what she was holding and turned to walk upstairs, Akashi Hiroto seemed to remember something and said something.
"By the way, my dad is a bit neurotic and eats very slowly."
"If the light in his room is still on, it means he hasn't finished eating. You should leave quietly, trying not to make a sound."
"Okay, I understand," Xiaolan replied and went upstairs.
"Excuse me, where is the restroom?"
He's been outside all day and hasn't had a chance to go to the bathroom. Luckily, he didn't drink much water, so he's only starting to feel it now.
Stopping what he was doing, Hiroto Akashi pointed in a direction and said to Kouyu, "The restroom is right next to the stairs. Do you want me to take you there?"
"No need, I can go by myself."
After thanking Hiroto Akashi, Kōsuke left the living room and headed to the bathroom.
After taking care of his own problem, Guangyou had just come out of the bathroom when he happened to see Xiaolan coming down from the second floor.
Seeing her frowning and looking up at the stairs, Guangyou walked to the staircase and followed her gaze upwards.
Then he heard a faint sobbing sound coming from the second floor.
"Is he crying?" Kōyū frowned.
"That's possible." Xiaolan shook her head, looking at the room upstairs with the lights on, and guessed, "Maybe he's not in a good mood."
Recalling the somewhat negative topics that Hiroto Akashi had mentioned before, Mitsuyu thought that these might be the reasons why Hiroto Akashi's father was in a bad mood.
However, for some reason, he felt something was off.
If you insisted that he say something strange, Guangyou couldn't quite put his finger on it for a while.
"Could something have happened?"
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Guangyou shook his head and banished it from his thoughts.
How could you even have such a thought?
It's not easy to finally get on a vacation, but then it rains, the rented car gets washed away by the river, and the road is blocked by rocks.
If another person dies, or something else happens, then Guangyou will really have nothing to say.
Two days ago, he went camping in the wild. He had just set up his tent and hadn't even started playing when he encountered the case of Tiantang Qinghua.
Not only did it disrupt his original plans, but it also forced him to end his camping trip early because he had to give a statement for the case.
That's really bad luck.
Honestly, he often wondered if there really were such things as "special physical constitutions" in this world.
Or perhaps the aura of death.
Many people die every year, at least in the five figures. Most people might not encounter such a person even once in decades, but why do they see them every now and then?
Is it because Uncle Mori is a detective?
However, there were many times when Uncle Mori was not at the scene of a murder case.
Logically speaking, they are not the police officers responsible for handling murder cases and have no direct connection with murder cases, but this is not the case.
If you count on your fingers, they've encountered quite a few murder cases.
Hundreds is a bit of an exaggeration, but there are still a dozen or even several dozen pieces.
He couldn't quite remember the exact number, but under normal circumstances, an ordinary person would never encounter so many murder cases in their entire life.
Maybe Conan really does have a so-called "death aura," or perhaps he's the son of a death god.
It's time to change his title from "Savior of the Japanese Police" to "Son of Death Walking in Japan"; that might be more fitting.
Thinking of this, Kōyū couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "This world... no, it should be Conan who's really fucking bizarre."
Despite his complaints, Kōyū also wondered what it would be like if Conan really had a "death aura" or a "death constitution."
What special physical condition does he have?
Soon, Guangyou found the answer in his heart: he was just an ordinary person, at most with a richer and more fantastical experience.
They haven't transcended the realm of mortals and don't possess the ability to cause death wherever they go.
"Guangyou, what's wrong?" Xiaolan asked, puzzled, when she saw Guangyou standing at the top of the stairs in a daze.
"It's nothing." Guangyou snapped out of his thoughts and made up a reason casually, "I just felt sorry for that old man."
"It's really pitiful. His wife passed away, and his daughter-in-law died of illness at such a young age," Xiaolan said, glancing at the second floor.
"It's normal to feel down."
After sighing, Xiaolan said to Guangyou, "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's go back first."
"Mm," Guangyou nodded in response.
...
Back in the living room, Ran continued to help tidy up the kitchen, while Kōyū sat down next to Ai and chatted with her, continuing their previous conversation.
Time always slips away unnoticed. After cleaning up the kitchen and chatting with everyone for a while, Akashi Hiroto asked:
"Since we're just killing time anyway, how about I teach you guys to play tennis?"
“Sure.” Sonoko was feeling a bit bored at the time, and after a moment’s thought, she agreed to the suggestion.
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