Chapter 673 Unfounded Gossip
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Thanks to the meticulous care of Subaru Okiya these past few days, Machi Kawasaki has recovered quickly; at least his body is no longer in so much pain that he doesn't want to move.
When Conan and the members of the Detective Boys came to visit him, he was lying on the ground, wriggling, twisting, stretching, and crawling around like a cat-like worm.
It's still snowing outside, thankfully he's dressed warmly.
The Junior Detective League stared blankly at Kawasaki Machi, who was lying face down on the ground, and blinked in surprise. "M-Machi, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing the sound, Kawasaki Machi turned her face to the other side and lay face down. Her cheeks were red, whether from the cold or from being pressed down. "It felt so uncomfortable, this way it feels a little better."
"Does it still hurt a lot?"
Ayumi jogged over to his side.
"Just a little bit," Kawasaki Machi muttered, then prepared to get up.
Ayumi reached out and helped him up.
"Why did you all come together? Are you going somewhere later?" Kawasaki Machi asked them after sprawling on the sofa.
Conan nodded and replied, "Yes, we're going to accompany Mitsuhiko to the bank to deposit his New Year's money later."
"Eh? I want to go too." Kawasaki Machi stood up abruptly.
"No, you're not fully recovered yet, so you can't go anywhere." Hearing his words, Okiya Subaru shouted across the distance.
Zhenzhi immediately felt dejected, tilted his head, and collapsed onto the sofa.
"Let's go play together when you're better," Mitsuhiko comforted him.
Okay.
Kawasaki Machi waved goodbye to them, then slumped onto the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling.
When he took out the remote control and turned on the TV, he saw a picture on the screen.
Subaru Okiya, who happened to be standing nearby, also saw it.
Among the crowd, a man wearing a baseball cap who looked a lot like Shuichi Akai was photographed.
Kawasaki Machi blinked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "That person just now looked so familiar."
Upon hearing this, Subaru Okiya looked down at him, as if he knew what he was going to say.
"Ah, isn't that the person I saw on the bus that was hijacked last time!" Kawasaki Machi exclaimed, suddenly realizing and clenching his fist in amazement.
really.
Subaru Okiya pushed up his glasses; the lenses were slightly reflective.
After a long silence, a slight smile curved the corners of his lips.
That evening.
Behrfinger stared at the familiar face in front of him and was completely dumbfounded. "Akai Shuichi?? Or the battle-damaged, disfigured version?"
The man took off his baseball cap, smiled at him, and his voice was completely at odds with his appearance. "How about it? Isn't my disguise pretty good?"
A few black lines appeared on Behringer's forehead: "Who are you trying to scare to death by coming in front of me in the middle of the night? If Gin and the others see you like this, won't they misunderstand?"
"Don't worry, I learned this disguise technique from Vermouth. She knows the situation."
Amuro Tooru twirled the hat in his hand, then put it back on.
“Oh.” Behringer’s eyes were half-moon-shaped.
He paused, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and his expression became more gossipy. "Speaking of which, is there some kind of unspeakable relationship between you and Vermouth?"
Toru Amuro:? ? ? ?
Thump!
"Ouch!" Behefinger clutched a bump on his head, looking at Amuro Tooru, who had a scarred face but was smiling kindly, with teary eyes. "Why did you hit me?"
"What kind of nonsense are you thinking!" Amuro Tooru smirked, shook his hand, and then ruffled Behringer's hair.
“I didn’t think about it! I heard it from Bertrand!” Behringer said, head held high, hands on hips, completely self-righteous.
Toru Amuro: "..."
Okay, it's probably obvious that Vermouth told Bertrand about him asking her to teach him camouflage, and then Bertrand imagined it and went to Behrfinger to gossip about it.
"Don't listen to what Bertrand says!" he scolded, looking at him with a disappointed expression.
Behfinger felt even more aggrieved. "I didn't say it was true. After all, the relationship between Vermouth and that gentleman is even more complicated."
"...You know it and you still talk nonsense?" Amuro Tooru was speechless.
That's because...
Bechfenger nodded seriously, his eyes revealing a solemnity so intense that Amuro Tooru thought he was about to say something serious, but the next second—
"Petrus said that this kind of love triangle is the most interesting!"
Toru Amuro: "..."
It's hardened; its fists have hardened.
Amuro Tooru took a deep breath, as if his whole body was emanating black smoke. He pinched Behringer's ear and gritted his teeth as he spat out a sentence, "No! You're not allowed to talk about these baseless gossips with Bertrand!"
Behringer shrank back, looking rather weak, but in reality: "Oh, then I'll talk to Bertrand about real gossip, and to Chianti and the others about fabricated gossip?"
Toru Amuro: "..."
Oh no, his Behringer has been corrupted.
“What I mean is, don’t get too close to those guys.” He gently shook Behringer’s ear, his words sounding somewhat powerless.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier. I would have known even if you hadn't said anything." Behringer waved his hand and then freed his ears from being pinched red. "Besides, they were the ones who dragged me into gossiping. But to be honest, what they were saying was actually quite interesting."
Looking at the serious-looking Behefinger, Amuro Tooru felt helpless. At the same time, he was thinking about other things and didn't even notice when Behefinger called him.
Coming to his senses, Amuro Tooru noticed Behringer's questioning gaze and unconsciously changed the subject, "I have some things to do tomorrow, so I'll be leaving now. Take care and get some rest."
"Huh? Oh."
Gazing at the other person's silent back, Behringer crossed his arms and leaned his shoulders against the wall.
After a long while, a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Sometimes gossip can be really fun, who knows!
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On the morning of the new day, after Kawasaki Machi climbed out of the house, he saw that Okiya Subaru was already dressed.
He looked up at him, squinted at him, and sized him up. "You're not planning to sneak out behind my back, are you?"
Then she stepped forward, grabbed his shirt, and said with a cute smile, "I want to go too!"
Subaru Okiya: "..."
He picked him up and carried him downstairs, saying, "You should eat breakfast first."
“Okay, I’ll go with you after breakfast.” Kawasaki Machi nodded seriously.
Subaru Okiya, who had originally planned to leave while he was having breakfast, thought about it for a moment.
After realizing that Kawasaki Machi would most likely run out the door on his own, they decided to take him out with them.
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