"I...I want to have a drink." Akashi Hiroto was like a drunkard obsessed with the way of drinking, thinking of having one last sip before being arrested.
"..." Yamamura Misao did not respond. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at his trusted senior, Kogoro Mouri.
"Let him go drink." Uncle Mori thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. He couldn't help but be moved when he saw Akashi Hiroshi crying like this for his deceased wife.
After all, in some ways, he is the same as Hiroto Akashi.
"However, Mr. Hiroto..." Uncle Mori agreed, but he still had to give Hiroto Akashi a heads-up first.
"It's dark now, and the roads outside are difficult to walk on."
A seemingly random remark left Shancun Cao somewhat puzzled.
"What is Mr. Mori saying?" Yamamura Misao didn't understand what Uncle Mori meant.
The house is surrounded by forest, and it was indeed difficult to walk after dark.
But what does that have to do with what's happening now?
He didn't understand, but someone in the living room did.
Aside from Conan and Kouyu, Hiroto Akashi, who made Uncle Mori say those words, also understood their meaning.
This is to prevent him from even thinking about running away.
However, Uncle Mori is overthinking it.
He didn't want to escape, and there was nowhere to escape to.
His home is long gone; it was gone three years ago.
Even if he tries to escape, where can he escape to?
“I think it’s more comfortable to travel by car,” Hiroto Akashi replied in the same way.
"That's good." Uncle Mori nodded and said.
After receiving permission, Hiroto Akashi took a deep breath, got up, and walked slowly toward the kitchen.
He has no alcohol addiction, and he doesn't even drink much.
But sometimes, in order to cook or to satisfy his father's occasional craving for alcohol, there are still a couple of cans of alcohol left at home.
Upon arriving in the kitchen, Hiroto Akashi didn't rush to take out the beer; instead, he surveyed the entire kitchen.
He scanned everything, from pots and pans to the stove used for cooking, to the sink for washing dishes and vegetables, and even the shelf for storing seasonings.
It was as if they wanted to deeply etch everything in the kitchen into their minds.
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