Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Anyway, I met the police officer.
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Kudo Shinichi, a young boy who was so busy investigating the case that he didn't notice the victim's appearance, raised his head and was slightly stunned.
The person in front of me is such an attractive person.
And for some reason, I can't let him go. I always feel like he's an easy target for bad guys.
Mao Lilan, who was standing next to him, also covered her mouth with her hands. Her beautiful big eyes blinked as she looked at Mo Shiyu, praising him sincerely without a trace of impurities, "Brother, you are so handsome."
Mo Shiyu also smiled and touched her head, "Thank you."
The conductor saw an adult and asked quickly, "Excuse me, what's going on?"
Mo Shiyu told him the whole story. In order to prevent the child from being called to school for helping others, he emphasized the child's contribution.
"After I pointed it out, not only did this person not admit his mistake, he even slandered me and forced me to delete the photos. Luckily, I had these two children to help me, otherwise I really don't know what I would have done."
The conductor nodded repeatedly. "I understand. People like this... ah! They're the scum of society. We'll deal with them seriously."
Soon, the middle-aged man was taken away by the staff.
"That's great, brother." Mao Lilan said happily, "The bad guy has been caught. It's okay now."
Mo Shiyu smiled. He seemed to want to bend down and talk to the child at eye level, but he stopped abruptly halfway, which seemed a little unnatural.
His long, flowing hair obscured his slightly furrowed brows. As if to make up for the momentary pause, he quickly smiled and whispered, "My name is Mo Shiyu. Thank you so much for today."
Kudo Shinichi looked at Mo Shiyu and his eyes moved slightly.
What happened to his waist? Is it injured?
"Mo-san? My brother's name is so rare." Mao Lilan said with surprise and difficulty pronouncing it, sighing, "It feels so mysterious."
"Not uncommon." Upon hearing this, Kudo Shinichi tilted his head to explain to his childhood friend, "If I'm not mistaken, Brother Shiyu is Chinese."
"That's right." Mo Shiyu nodded happily.
Kudo Shinichi pulled Mao Lilan, raised his voice slightly, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Brother Shiyu, you could have called the police just now, why didn't you do it?"
Mo Shiyu was stunned.
He really didn't want to call the police.
For him, seeing the police every other day was not a good thing, especially with the five-member police academy team in the Metropolitan Police Department who were not easy to fool. If he was found out, would he really have to change his map and go to the police station?
Mo Shiyu sighed in feigned helplessness, "After all, that guy didn't really do anything. Even if the police came, there probably wouldn't be any punishment... and the conductor said he would teach him a lesson, so I didn't call the police."
Little Kudo Shinichi stretched out his voice, and Mo Shiyu felt inexplicably frightened, fearing that he would hear an "Ah Le Le" that would be engraved in his bones.
Fortunately, Kudo Shinichi didn't dwell on this point any more, but instead curved his soft and beautiful eyebrows, "So that's how it is."
Mo Shiyu glanced at the heavy rain outside the station and took out an umbrella from his bag. "Are you going anywhere today?"
Mao Lilan first tiptoed, stretched out her hand, and tested the speed of the rain. She withdrew her hand and looked at her wet little hand, sighed, and said gloomily.
"We were planning to go to the beach, but with this weather, we can't go anywhere."
Kudo Shinichi comforted her, "Don't be unhappy, Lan, I will take you to the bookstore to read Sherlock Holmes."
This consolation was worse than no consolation at all. Mao Lilan glared at him and said, "You just went there yesterday, why are you going again? I can recite all the plots by heart, you stupid Sherlock Holmes fan!"
"real?"
A certain straight guy got glared at by his sweetheart, but he didn't understand why. He happily circled around Xiaolan and said, "Great, Lan, let's have a competition next time!"
Mao Lilan took a deep breath.
“…”
Mo Shiyu held his forehead and suggested before the young detective was knocked down by his childhood sweetheart, "In that case, I'll treat you to something to eat before you leave."
"What would you like to eat?" Mao Lilan tilted her head.
"Yeah." He looked at the two little ones who looked at him and smiled softly, "You have helped me so much. I want to do something for you too."
"Although I can't make the rain clear up, maybe I can treat you to something delicious."
"Eh..." Ran Mouri's eyes lit up.
The two little ones looked at each other, raised their heads and smiled sweetly, "Then we won't be polite. Thank you, Brother Shiyu."
Mo Shiyu shook his head and said seriously, "I should be the one to thank."
Meeting the protagonist early was not in his plan.
With Kudo Shinichi's photographic memory, I'm sure that as long as he sees Mo Shiyu once, his appearance will be imprinted in his memory and he will never forget it.
Well, at least leave them with a good impression.
Please have a snack, it will take five or six minutes at most, time is limited, so there shouldn't be any problems.
They stopped in front of a small shop selling crepes. Mao Lilan looked at the strawberry flavor several times, but when she opened her mouth, she only wanted the cheapest original flavor. She was so sensible that it made people feel distressed. Mo Shiyu rubbed the girl's head and said to the clerk, "Two strawberry cheese ones, please."
He lowered his head, winked at the girl and said, "No need to help me save money. Don't look at me like this, I still have a lot of savings."
Mao Lilan blushed and smiled.
Kudo Shinichi was not paying any attention to the dessert at all, and kept pestering Mo Shiyu with questions.
He saw Mo Shiyu patting the piece of cloth on his shoulder that was wet by the middle-aged man from time to time, so he asked with concern.
"Brother Shiyu, what's wrong? Did that uncle put something on your clothes?"
Mo Shiyu withdrew his hand and shook his head helplessly, "No, I just feel a little uncomfortable psychologically."
He really wanted to throw away the dirty clothes, but he would definitely feel cold if he threw them away, so he could only keep patting them.
Mao Lilan immediately took out a tissue from her bag and said, "I brought some tissues. Brother Shiyu, this is for you!"
"Wait, Brother Shiyu can't see your back, how about I help you wipe it."
Kudo Shinichi walked over and pulled Mo Shiyu's sleeve, saying considerately.
The boy pulled his sleeve unintentionally, but his fingertips touched the wound on Mo Shiyu's wrist. The sudden sharp pain made Mo Shiyu reflexively retract his hand.
Kudo Shinichi was stunned for a moment.
It was too late for Mo Shiyu to hide it, so he could only pretend to be calm and say, "...No, I can do it myself."
Just at this moment, the waiter had made the crepes and was about to hand them over when a woman with disheveled hair suddenly rushed out from the restaurant next door.
She burst into a piercing scream: "Someone is robbing—"
Kudo Shinichi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned his head to look in that direction.
Mo Shiyu smelled a strange pungent smell. He identified it and his face suddenly changed.
He turned around suddenly, took a few quick steps, and threw the two children under him.
The next second, there was a loud "boom"!
The whole restaurant exploded.
The shock wave caused doors and windows to shatter into pieces, flames illuminated half of the street, and billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky.
His vision was trembling slightly, and Kudo Shinichi was confused and thought it was an earthquake. It was not until he tried to raise his head that he realized that it was the body protecting him that was trembling in pain.
He subconsciously raised his hand and placed his fingers on the other's shoulder, only to feel the thin, protruding bones under the windbreaker.
Instantly separate.
Because the owner of the body that was protecting them had already supported himself on the ground and stood up shakily.
"The God of Death... like this..." Kudo Shinichi vaguely heard him take a few breaths and whisper something in Chinese.
Kudo Shinichi wiped his face hard, gritted his teeth and stood up, pulled Lan, turned to look at Mo Shiyu, "Are you okay?"
Mo Shiyu waved his hand, "...It's okay."
Kudo Shinichi took a grim look at the fire with thick smoke, and immediately took out his cell phone and called the police.
The 11- or 12-year-old spoke with alarming clarity, "...it seems to be a gas explosion, but other possibilities cannot be ruled out. Please arrange for a fire truck and ambulance to the scene immediately!"
Apparently, the child also smelled the stench of leaking liquefied gas.
The police arrived at the scene quickly and firefighters carried out emergency fire-fighting operations. After the fire was out, a body that had been burned beyond recognition was carried out of the huge restaurant.
The woman who had initially screamed "Robbery" was still alive. She sat on the ground outside the restaurant, staring blankly at the corpse for a long time before rushing over, crying, "Husband, husband...!"
Mo Shiyu didn't care whether it was an accident or a murder. He was already very tired after encountering so many accidents and just wanted to get away quickly.
However, as soon as he took a step back, his shoulder was held down.
When I turned around, I saw the cool and handsome face of Matsuda Jinpei.
The black curly-haired police officer was wearing sunglasses even on a rainy day. He must have just arrived, and he was holding the car keys in his hand. He gave Mo Shiyu a friendly smile and said, "Hey. See you again."
Mo Shiyu: “…”
Mo Shiyu smiled cautiously, "Officer Matsuda."
Very good, the name of the God of Death does not distinguish between Conan and Shinichi, the unlucky one is always the [victim].
→That’s him.
Matsuda Jinpei asked, "What are you doing here? Why do you look so bad?"
In his sight, the gray-haired young man in front of him was wet from the rain, his long hair stuck to his face, his face was pale, his pupils were creepy, but his lips were sickly red.
He huddled in a corner, like some weirdo who only appears on rainy days.
Mo Shiyu had been standing for too long. He leaned his center of gravity back against the wall to hide the trembling of his legs and smiled as if nothing had happened.
"I just came out of the station and was startled by the explosion. I was just passing by, officer, if it's nothing else, I'll leave first."
He didn't want to appear so anxious, but after the explosion and the rain, he was already in very bad condition and really couldn't continue the leisurely chat.
Matsuda Jinpei frowned slightly and quickly scanned his body, as if checking something, his eyes calm and inquiring.
"There are wet marks and dirt on your body, indicating that you were very close to the explosion, and perhaps even fell down due to the impact. Why did you leave in such a hurry without saying anything to the police? Aren't you afraid of internal injuries?"
Mo Shiyu: "...Do the police still need to take care of this?"
Matsuda Jinpei placed a palm on the man's head. "The police are involved in everything. Sit down and let the doctor check if you have a concussion."
Mo Shiyu didn't dare to ask the doctor to check him. He waved his hands hastily and said, "I don't feel any discomfort. There's no need to trouble the doctor."
At this time, the boy's voice came from behind, "Brother Shiyu, you are here!"
The two turned around and saw Kudo Shinichi walking over.
Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow, "Hey, the elementary school student playing the detective game, you're here too?"
His eyes flickered between Kudo Shinichi and Mo Shiyu, "Do you know each other?"
The sixth-grade detective was very upset, "I'm not playing a detective game, I am the detective!"
After he finished his statement, he explained, "...Brother Shiyu was with us just now. When the explosion happened, he protected Lan and me. I think he might have been injured."
Matsuda Jinpei looked at Mo Shiyu, who was standing slightly crookedly against the wall with a cold face. It was almost obvious at a glance that this was not rain, but cold sweat all over his face.
He looked like he was about to faint at any second, but he was still trying hard to smile at the young detective.
"Thank you for your concern, Kudo-san, but I just have a little low blood sugar, nothing else is wrong."
"I have something urgent to do, so I'll be leaving now."
This is fucking hypoglycemia!
"Wait!" Matsuda Jinpei sensed something was wrong and didn't want to let him go. He subconsciously wanted to grab the young man, but he didn't expect him to dodge.
The young man showed unexpected persistence in "leaving". His condition was so bad that it was difficult for him to conceal himself perfectly, so much so that Jinpei Matsuda saw a bit of extreme panic in his expression.
The wet, dusty windbreaker clung to his body, making him look like a gray cat that had been splashed with dirty water.
The gray cat's fur stood up, resisting his approach.
…Even though only one day had passed since the last time I saw him.
Jinpei Matsuda realized that if he asked the young man in person, he probably wouldn't be able to get the young man's secret.
He did not try to stop him, but watched Mo Shiyu leave.
The young boy Kudo Shinichi anxiously tugged at his sleeve, "Say, Officer Matsuda, you're just going to let him go like that? He clearly looks a little off! Oh, and his hand..."
Matsuda Jinpei said coldly, "I won't let him go again."
The last time I let him go, it's only been a day and he's already become like this.
How could he let him go again?
Jinpei Matsuda lowered his head, opened his cell phone, and dialed a number.
"Hey, Hagi? Which district are you in?"
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