Chapter 883 What a great opportunity this is!
He reached out and gently hugged Xiao Zhenzhi, patting his thin back tenderly. "Don't be sad. If anything happens, you can come to me."
A faint smile appeared on Asa's handsome face as he gently pulled Kawasaki Machi closer to him.
Shinji's light purple eyes were wet with tears as she buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.
A young man with red, curly hair gently stroked the back of the boy's head, his pinkish-white hair, which had been trimmed and was now growing back, intertwining with his well-defined fingers.
A faint smile played in his grey eyes, as if he quite liked Kawasaki Machi's current state.
He quickly concealed a hint of excitement.
It happened quickly, in the blink of an eye, and was not obvious, so Ran Mouri just thought she had seen it wrong.
After all, Asa is genuinely worried about the truth.
Watching a strand of almost white pink hair slip through her fingers, Asa gently released Xiao Zhenzhi, cupped his cheeks in her hands, and wiped away his tears with her fingertips.
Asa smiled slightly and comforted Zhenzhi several times, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, while gently rubbing and pinching his somewhat thin cheeks.
"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating properly lately?"
Asa's eyes were filled with heartache.
Xiao Zhenzhi pouted and snuggled closer to him, looking aggrieved. "I don't like the food here..."
"Oh, I see... Then I'll cook your favorite dishes and bring them over later?"
Asa thought for a moment, then smiled and pinched his cheek, suggesting something.
Zhenzhi's eyes lit up, "Great! Great!"
"That....."
Before Asa could finish speaking, Zhenzhi hugged his waist, pouting and whining, "Brother Asa, don't go, stay with me a little longer..."
The young man blinked, hesitated for two seconds, and finally, with a hint of indulgence, gently tapped his head, "Alright."
"Yay!" Zhenzhi happily rubbed against his chest.
Asa patted his head, then turned to the others with a smile, "If you have other things to do, go ahead and do them. I'll take care of Zhenzhi here."
"Then I'll go check on Qingyao first."
Qianzhu, who had been quietly observing, spoke softly at this moment, as if he had only come to take a look at Zhenzhi. Seeing that he was in good condition, he was about to go and see the person he really wanted to visit.
Zhenzhi blinked and looked at him, "Hmm... okay."
Qianzhu smiled slightly, then turned and left.
Seeing how Zhenzhi and Asa got along, the others left first, since their presence might seem superfluous.
Upon entering Liu Qingyao's ward, Qianzhu glanced at the black-haired youth whose breathing was weak and uneven. He took out a few white lily of the valley flowers from the bag he was carrying and placed them in an empty vase on the bedside table.
He then stood by the bed, looking down at Liu Qingyao.
"Qianzhu... don't worry too much," Ran Mouri said softly to comfort him.
Upon hearing this, Qianzhu shook her head slightly, "I'm fine, it's just..."
He didn't finish speaking, but just sighed softly, then took out a stack of invitations from the bag.
Underneath the sealing wax stamp on the invitation was a dried spider lily.
This style... a comparison clearly shows it's Death's work.
Aside from Ran Mouri, who was slightly bewildered at not having received the first letter, everyone else's expressions suddenly turned serious, their eyes fixed intently on the invitation letter in Chizuru's hand.
Qianzhu handed out the letters to each of them according to the recipient's name in the lower left corner of the envelope, including Liu Qingyao, who was in a coma.
Ran Mouri held the letter in her hand, somewhat confused, "...I got a copy too?"
"Perhaps everyone who knew of their existence received it," Qianzhu said gently and calmly, her eyes slightly lowered.
"Open it and take a look." Kuno Nayazuki frowned slightly as she opened the envelope in her hand.
Apart from Chizuru and Kita Aya, everyone else made a move.
Qianzhu probably opened it when she received it, so it's not surprising that she hasn't opened it again.
Percy took care of Kita Ayane's letter. She opened the envelope, took out the letter, glanced at it, and read it aloud:
"My dearest young master Kita Ayane, I will be hosting a banquet on the Tils ship at 8:00 PM on February 29th at Harbor No. 5 in the South China Sea. I look forward to your presence."
Please don't rush to refuse; I'm confident I'll see you on the ship that very night.
—Respectfully submitted by Gaius.
Apart from the recipient's name and title, the rest of the content is the same.
Conan's heart sank. "Why are they so insistent on making us attend this so-called banquet?"
Ran Mouri's heart skipped a beat. She frowned, her expression grave as she guessed, "Could it be that they plan to gather everyone who knows about the 'Death' organization together and then eliminate them all at once?"
"Possibly."
Kuno Naya calmly flipped the letter over to the back, glanced at the huge Möbius strip printed on the back that occupied nearly a third of the entire paper, and then folded it up and put it back into the envelope.
"Then what should we do?" Although Ran Mouri learned some information about Death through Naya Kuno, she really didn't know what to do next.
Should we accept the invitation or pretend it doesn't exist?
"Let's see how things go and find out why they're so sure we'll be there that day."
Kita Ayane tapped her fingertips on the armrest of her wheelchair, her tone completely calm.
"Hmm." Kuno Naya Tsuki responded, reluctantly stuffing the invitation letter into her bag.
Of course, this same scene was also taking place in the distant safe house #39 as they read the contents of the letter.
The silver-haired boy lay on the sofa, his legs casually draped over Gin's thighs, the letter he had been holding now covering his face.
Gin looked down at the contents of the letter, his other hand holding Bertrand's slender ankle, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his ankle bone.
What's remarkable is that this time, Vodka also received a formal invitation.
In addition, there was a letter on the table, which was addressed to Vermouth.
However, she is still currently abroad.
Vodka carefully put away the letter, then hesitated before looking at Gin: "Brother, should we go?"
Gin didn't speak, but instead glanced at Bertrand.
"Go! Why not go? This is such a great opportunity!"
Bertrand waved his hand, then removed the letter from his face, revealing his innocent and sweet smile.
After a brief moment's thought, he looked up at Vodka and said, "Keep an eye on the situation in the South China Sea harbor."
"clear."
Vodka nodded.
Glancing at the date on the invitation, Bertrand scoffed softly, "There's still a month until the banquet..."
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