Chapter 53 Test 1

Kids these days are really weird.

Jinpei Matsuda recalled the look in the little girl's eyes, laughed, and quickly put the matter behind him.

The last one to be sent off is Conan Edogawa. This kid seems to have a physique that makes him prone to accidents. Jinpei Matsuda often encounters him at crime scenes, and he has become familiar with him.

Even so, he was still helpless with the little boy's inquisitive spirit.

On the way back, Conan persistently asked Matsuda Jinpei about Kyushu Haruki. However, unlike Takagi and Megure, the curly-haired officer was always very strict. He was unmoved by Conan's coquettish behavior and instead lit a cigarette and took two puffs calmly.

Successfully made Conan depressed.

When the man was dropped off at the Maori Detective Agency, the young detective still hadn't been able to gather any useful information.

Seeing someone suffering from depression—even if it was just a child—made Matsuda Jinpei feel better. He parked his car downstairs of the apartment building. When he was about to go upstairs, his toes stopped, and he turned around and walked to a nearby bar.

When you are feeling uneasy, cigarettes and alcohol can really help calm you down.

He ordered a blue curaçao.

He didn't like this kind of liqueur before. Compared with this tepid taste, he would rather drink distilled liquor such as whiskey and brandy.

But after getting used to it, I find the warmer taste more to my liking.

But drinking Blue Curacao inevitably makes me think of someone who escaped once again.

The fist is hard.

By the time Matsuda Jinpei walked out of the bar, it was already dark. Everything was silent, the air he exhaled turned into white mist as the weather turned cold, and the dim street lights illuminated a clean path.

Recently, a robber appeared in Beika Town. He always targeted single white-collar workers late at night, hitting them from behind with a club and then taking away all their property.

Therefore, the police specifically reminded the public to reduce night travel as much as possible, which resulted in almost no pedestrians on the road before midnight.

In fact, the public security in Tokyo is not particularly good, although the police are very responsible.

Maybe business has been bad recently, this time the robbers set their sights on this young man who was returning home drunk late at night.

Although he had drunk a lot of alcohol, Matsuda Jinpei's mind was still clear. He smoked a cigarette lazily and deliberately slowed down his pace to wait for the robber to approach.

Just consider it as helping with the search and getting some points deducted from your business.

Even if a person without professional training holds a weapon, he is no match for the former police academy bully Matsuda Jinpei. However, drinking too much at night did affect his judgment. When he was dodging the iron bar in the criminal's hand, Matsuda Jinpei made a mistake in judgment and was hit on the left arm.

He groaned and was about to fight back, but the prisoner's iron bar that was about to fall again was blocked by a thin knife.

They were at the edge of the streetlight's range. In the dim light, the man's long black hair was disheveled and his face was half buried in the shadows. His gray eyes were like two pieces of volcanic rock that had just cooled down from a volcano, hard, cold, and sharp... filled with extremely contradictory calmness and brutality.

The knife flashed in his hand, knocking the opponent's weapon away, and in the blink of an eye he was about to slash the man's neck -

Matsuda Jinpei was almost sober in an instant.

He hurried to stop her, "Wait——!"

The knife paused, and in the end only cut off a strand of the man's hair. Then the knife handle hit the man on the back of his neck, and the prisoner fell to the ground in a daze.

The man turned his gaze towards Matsuda Jinpei with an unhappy look.

"He just hurt you."

Jinpei Matsuda really wanted to say that this was not as hard as the beating he received from Furuya Rei when they were in the police academy, but after looking at Haru's expression, he swallowed his words.

He was afraid that Chun would pick up a knife and kill Ling right away.

I don't know why he has this feeling, but this is indeed the first time that Haru has shown such an aggressive side in front of him.

He changed the subject, "...Why are you here?"

Kyusho Haruki asked curiously, "Didn't I ask Officer Sato to convey your message? I will definitely come back to see you. So I came here as soon as I finished my work. I remember your apartment is here."

Matsuda Jinpei was silent.

Although he heard the children say that, he didn't seem to believe it in his heart.

He thought it was just an excuse for the other party to leave.

It is unfair between two people. He never knows when the other person will disappear and when he will suddenly appear again.

Sometimes he felt that the other person was like a gust of wind, no, a gust of winter snow. In short, it was a feeling that was hard to hold on to.

"...Don't you want to see me?"

The man's beautiful brows wrinkled slightly, and his tone sounded aggrieved.

But he always acted as if he didn't want to keep him.

"……no."

"So you want to see me?" he asked immediately, the face shrouded in darkness had an inexplicable expression.

Jinhei Matsuda exercised his right of silence.

He didn't want to go too easy on this man, lest he get too far; nor did he want to hurt him, lest he find another reason to distance himself from him.

He thought that he was no longer as courageous as he was when he was young. The young man who once had only the accelerator on his body began to be timid.

"Let's go back and apply medicine on you first." Kyusho Haruki ignored the question and grabbed his wrist. He pulled up Matsuda Jinpei's sleeve, revealing the place where he had just been hit.

A shocking purple mark on the cold white skin.

"It's just a minor injury." Matsuda Jinpei said helplessly, "Don't show that expression, it will make me feel useless."

After all, he is a policeman. What kind of porcelain doll does Haru take him for? And when comparing the two of them, the other looks sicker...

Jinpei Matsuda originally planned to send the robber to the First Investigation Division himself, but seeing Haru's look, there was no way he would be willing to wait that long.

He had no choice but to report the robber's location to Miwako Sato, and then returned to the apartment with Haruki Kyushu.

Kyusho Haruki rummaged through his medical box and motioned for Matsuda Jinpei to sit on the sofa.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the clock, and the hour hand immediately moved to the mark 1. It was already very late at night.

He rolled up his sleeves to reveal the wound on his arm. Kyusho Haruki knelt down on the floor next to the sofa. From Matsuda Jinpei's angle, he could see the man's drooping eyelashes, his thin chin, and a bit of his collarbone disappearing under the collar of his kimono.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his body looked unspeakably sickly. Even the kimono seemed a little too big for him.

"You have to press the bruise open," he said, and put his fingers on his arm, pressing down with neither too much nor too little force. It hurt a little, but it felt good.

Matsuda Jinpei recalled the night three years ago when Kyushu Haruki suddenly attacked him at night, and he also gave him a massage. He still remembered that it felt particularly comfortable.

"Have you learned massage?" He judged after observing Jiu Sheng Chun Shu's gestures.

Jiu Sheng Chun Shu raised his eyes and looked at him, "... maybe, I don't remember."

This is the truth.

Some skills come naturally to Akiyama Kanade, perhaps he has actually learned them before.

"Do you feel comfortable?" He smiled. "Do you want me to give you a massage later? Dealing with so many bombs all the time must be tiring, right?"

"No, compared to the search division, our work is not much, and it is not very tiring. It's just that..."

Just more dangerous.

He didn't say it, but Jiu Sheng Chun Shu already understood.

Just as he frowned, Matsuda Jinpei said, "Why don't I give you a massage? My only advantage is my flexible fingers."

He didn't want to cause unnecessary worry to the other party, so he changed the subject.

Who knew that the black-haired man frowned even more tightly, "It's not the only advantage."

He said seriously: "There is no better person in this world than Officer Matsuda. You are gentle and kind, and you have always tolerated me even when I caused you so much trouble. You are brave and just, and although you complain about the troubles of being a policeman, you have persisted in the most dangerous explosives squad for so many years. You are also generous..."

"...Okay, stop talking." Matsuda Jinpei quickly covered his mouth, and the other person's chattering tongue accidentally swept across his palm.

He closed his mouth, but his eyes still looked at him stubbornly, as if there were two hooks in his eyes.

Are these descriptions really about him?

Jinpei Matsuda never thought that there would be a day when he would be equated with gentleness. Those colleagues who had been attacked by his sharp tongue would probably curse outrageously when they heard about it.

Can't argue with this guy, he warned himself in his heart.

"Shut up and don't say anything more." He glared at the other person and slowly let go of his hand.

Jiu Sheng Chun Shu smiled, but really didn't say anything else. The wound medicine had been applied, he closed the medical kit, and stood up from the ground by the sofa. Matsuda Jinpei frowned and helped him up, "Is your leg... more serious?"

"You feel sorry for me?" He chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

Matsuda Jinpei ignored his teasing and pulled him to sit on the sofa. "Would it be better if I gave you a massage? Teach me how to do it."

Kyushu Haruki is very tall, even taller than Matsuda Jinpei. When he sits on the sofa, his long legs can directly reach the edge of the sofa.

Matsuda Jinpei pressed on his left calf tentatively, "How about this?"

The man leaning against the sofa smiled gently, "It's late, stop pressing it, and go to bed early."

"Since I'm going to help you, just shut up and enjoy it." Matsuda Jinpei's tone became increasingly irritable, "Is my technique that bad?"

"No," Jiu Sheng Chun Shu still maintained a faint smile, "It's just that when you do this, I will have the illusion that you care about me very much..."

"Of course I care about you very much."

"How much do you care?" The man suddenly began to pursue her, using words to probe and pull, carefully trying to get to the bottom of it. "...How far would you go for me?"

His eyes were misty, like an unfathomable abyss, pulling people down and down.

It's like an illusion of weightlessness.

But soon, he returned to his chuckling expression.

"Officer Matsuda, please stop pressing it."

He leaned close to Matsuda Jinpei's ear and whispered in a hoarse voice, "It's not that your technique is bad, it's that I'm afraid I can't help myself..."