Chapter 106 Past Events in Foreign Countries The sky

cleared after the rain.

There has never been such good weather. Last night, a continuous rain washed away the dust of this old house. The weeds that had been growing unattended in the yard finally received the grace of the sky. Even though it was already autumn and everything was about to be covered by snow, they still desperately absorbed the long-lost nectar and tried to stick their heads out to touch the birds that had gone far away. The

sky was clear and the warm sunshine generously sprinkled on this forgotten old house, but was blocked outside the door by the windows covered with heavy curtains. It turned around unwillingly and finally squeezed out a narrow path in the middle of the black curtains on the first floor and jumped into the dim room.

The light was woven into thin threads, and was sprinkled on the trembling eyelashes of the person on the sofa.

After rolling himself up in the blanket and trying to turn over, Suemitsu Sosuke finally woke up slowly. He first rubbed his face on the blanket because of the comfortable temperature suitable for sleeping today, and the previous gloom on his face disappeared.

He has never slept so well. The man's brain was a little groggy due to the long sleep time. He subconsciously stretched out his scarred right hand and reached for the golden thread on the sofa.

The sunlight jumped onto his fingertips nimbly in an instant, as if he had really hooked a ray of light. Suemitsu Sosuke's dark red eyes flashed, and then he remembered that he seemed to have had a good dream last night.

Let's not talk about the previous mixed scenes, where other aliases or the deepest memories of the person are intertwined.

Let's just talk about Suemiku Sosuke.

He dreamed that he was annihilated in the factory explosion, and he was heading towards death in the rising dust and devastation. What he thought in his heart was actually joy and peace. The bizarre scene faded, and the sound of bullets breaking through the air was like the most soothing lullaby.

The word "together" has been said countless times by them, from buying a pack of cigarettes at the gate to going on this mission together. But the pharmaceutical factory was like a cruel dividing line, which kept this word forever in the past and would never appear in their common destiny again.

But in the dream, it actually overlapped.

Unlike the past when he woke up from the dream in a cold sweat, this time he even chased the sun for a while after waking up, and then pulled up the blanket in his hand and prepared to get up. He

actually slept from less than ten o'clock yesterday to noon today...

and so on.

The relaxed expression on the man's face froze, and he struggled to sit up from the sofa almost instantly. He ignored the wheelchair that had been pushed in at some point and the new clothes on it, and the first thing he did was to open the forum.

Fortunately, nothing about what happened last night was drawn, not even the scene of his meeting with Anfu Daming in the cemetery. It had been Conan's perspective since he entered the cemetery.

The comic ended at the place where the young detective said goodbye to him. The smile on Edogawa Conan's face disappeared instantly after he was pushed away by Okiya Subaru.

He frowned and lowered his head with a pensive expression. What he recalled in his mind was the scene when they just came out of the cemetery. Although Suemitsu Sosuke did not show any abnormal expression, his hands were tightly clenched on the armrests of the wheelchair.

[? What happened in the cemetery is something I can't watch... No, don't let me watch it. Uncle Anfu and Mr. Suemitsu are together. I'm afraid of knives.]

[I'm very curious, but I think I'll want to travel back in time and hammer my curious self to death after I know it]

[Is there a possibility that I'm a human being and not a chopping block? Are any of the new characters who have appeared recently having an easy life?]

[...Honey was slashed in the throat as soon as her identity was confirmed. Cointreau is suspected to be at odds with Gin or the protector who 'shouldn't be in the organization'. Mr. Suemitsu doesn't need to be mentioned... In this world, only the four-member group sticking together and Asari taking care of the children can give me warmth!]

[The four-member group hasn't been sticking together for a long time! Can we stick together in the theater this time? I really like pure friendship qwq]

Seeing that last night's social death scene was not directly screened out, the man turned off the screen, threw the blanket in his hand on the ground with some anger, and stared at the stacked clean clothes for a while before changing the white shirt in his hand, which was wrinkled because of the restless sleeping posture all night, revealing the upper body with clear muscle contours.

Several seam scars were horizontally across the skin of the chest and abdomen. Suemitsu Sosuke put on the top and found that the sweater was unexpectedly thick. I don't know where the other party found it from in the deep closet.

Okay, it's okay to wear thick clothes occasionally.

The process of putting on the pants was difficult. My legs were weak, so I could only put them on bit by bit with my hands and waist. It took more than half an hour each time. When I finally pushed the wheelchair to the table to drink a sip of hot water and went to the bathroom to wash up, it was almost afternoon.

The man in the mirror looked much more energetic. In order to make it easier to wash up, he used a rubber band to tie his long black hair into a very short bun at the back of his head, revealing his handsome eyebrows and...red eyes.

After struggling in the hospital for more than a month, Suemitsu Sosuke's skin had long been stained with a layer of sickly pale. The dark blue under his eyes was very obvious before. After solving Matsuo Kazushi, the dark blue under his eyes finally disappeared. Without other obstacles, the deep red at the end of his eyes was extremely obvious. As long as he walked out of the door, people would be able to tell what happened at a glance.

Whether it was known that he buried his face in Okiya Subaru's shoulder and cried yesterday, or that people thought he was crying alone under the quilt yesterday, it would definitely be a huge social death scene.

If I remember correctly...

He frowned and pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket, and compared the date on the top of the mobile phone with the ticket in the envelope several times. For the first time, he was speechless about the strange rule of this world that people can leave as soon as a case comes.

It happened tonight...

Suemitsu Sosuke fought the red circles around his eyes for a long time but to no avail. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and pull out a junior who was not like a junior at all in his mind and whipped his corpse several times. The poor toothpaste was squeezed into a wrinkled ball by the man instead of Okiya Subaru.

He felt his temples twitching. The last time he was so embarrassed and angry was because of those cans of pink juice that he took out in front of all the leaders in the conference room.

"Nisui!"

The voice squeezed out of his throat, and the toothpaste hit the tile floor of the bathroom, rolling several times before hiding in the shadow under the sink.

The man covered his eyes and thought about all the possible operations in his mind. Finally, he reluctantly picked up his phone and sent a text message to the little detective.

That

night, at the airport.

"Thank you, Brother Subaru!" Yoshida Ayumi got out of the car and thanked him in a sweet childish voice, followed by other chattering children's voices.

"Thank you so much." After the three children and a miniature toy got out of the car, Dr. Agasa, with a round belly, got out of the car and pulled out his heavy suitcase from the trunk, "We also need you to drive us here."

"No problem." The pink-haired man pushed his glasses and got out of the driver's seat to help people carry the luggage. Before the group walked into the lobby, they heard a clear female voice.

"Hey? Dr. Agasa?"

Maori Ran stood not far away and looked at the side in surprise. Behind him was Maori Kogoro, who was tying his tie while complaining about something, and a little boy with frowned brows looking at the email on his mobile phone.

As if on purpose, before the two teams met, another familiar voice came from inside.

"Everyone is here." Tsukiyama Asari walked towards the group, carrying a small suitcase. Next to him was

a white-haired boy who didn't bring anything and looked like he was just here to see them off. "Brother Asari!" The children chattered and greeted him. Their cheeks were slightly flushed with joy because they met familiar people. Kojima Genta patted his belly and said loudly, "The doctor is taking us to Boston this time!"

"Hey?! Are you going to Boston too?" Mao Lilan leaned over, glared at the boy's words, and took out the plane ticket from her pocket. "We are going to Boston too, just in time to go together."

The eyes of the few people fell on the man with a gentle smile next to him. Under the bright eyes of the children, he took out the plane ticket from his coat pocket and pointed to the destination column.

Boston.

The airport hall was instantly filled with the cheers of children, and the passers-by couldn't help but stop and watch.

"So happy!" Yoshida Ayumi smiled, "Everyone can play together."

Compared to the pure happiness of the children, Edogawa Conan thought more. He turned the text message sent by Suemitsu Sosuke over in his mind, and his brows never relaxed.

The teacher only said that there was an emergency and that he would come to Boston to find him a day later, but he didn't reveal what it was.

As expected, I was right that day. The teacher and Uncle Anfu were obviously not in a good mood after they came out. Was it because their physical condition suddenly worsened, or was it because they were mentally...

And in Boston, I thought it was just an ordinary case, but unexpectedly, Kogoro Mouri and Dr. Agasa both received invitations. The former had the same reason as me, and the latter wanted to invite him to talk about his invention because the other party admired his invention.

Now it seems that this matter is getting more and more weird.

What was the reason for Tsukiyama Asari to receive the invitation? Edogawa Conan frowned, ran a few steps to the man who was still talking to Asuka Kiri, and motioned him to squat down.

"Asari brother." The little boy directly threw the doubts in his heart to the brother who knew his identity, and the other party did not hide anything and answered the question seriously.

"I published a paper before, and that gentleman said he was very interested in some of the viewpoints in it, but it was inconvenient for him to come, so he invited me to meet him."

"Isn't Brother Kiri going?"

"Kiri is staying to take care of that guy Shugo."

Hearing this answer, the doubt in the boy's eyes became even heavier. He felt that Tsukiyama had hidden more important news. An academic invitation would not allow him to abandon his childhood friends who were still in the hospital and go abroad alone.

And the guy who wrote the letter, he couldn't figure out what the man named Muneyuki Hanedani wanted to do.

No, when he gets there, he will definitely find the truth.

A light flashed in Conan Edogawa's eyes, and he followed the others, carrying his small luggage bag, and walked towards the security check.

After the group left in a noisy manner, only Okiya Subaru and Aska Kiri were left in the airport lounge, staring at each other. The sensitive man sensed a hint of hostility, but when he turned around, he only saw the quiet profile of the white-haired boy.

Why? The

agent was a little confused.

He had met this expressionless white-haired boy several times before, but apart from exchanging names, they had no in-depth conversations. Why would he be hostile to him?

And there was no malice mixed in it. It was more like a gamble than the hostility he had subconsciously thought.

Thinking this in his mind, the two of them looked particularly awkward when they walked out of the airport lounge together.

The boy was obviously not old enough to drive, and he had to drive back anyway, so Okiya Subaru simply asked him if he wanted to take his car back. Perhaps out of courtesy, the boy nodded and agreed.

The atmosphere along the way was very subtle. The boy with unusual hair color sat in the passenger seat, frowning and looking out the window, but his pupils were not focused.

Okiya Subaru had no intention of talking to him, until the car stopped at a familiar place, Asuka Kiri suddenly reacted, he looked at the dim sky, and asked a question that the man did not expect.

"Would you like to have dinner together?"

After saying this, the boy bit his lip, making his already cold face even colder. The words he said were completely different from his expression, "Thank you for taking me back."

There was some incoherence between the words, but Subaru Okiya understood the meaning of the two sentences together. Only then did he realize that he was a little embarrassed and awkward under the other party's cold expression.

He seemed to be unaccustomed to communicating with unfamiliar people.

Subaru Okiya showed his usual smile, nodded, and let the other party lead the way.

He didn't know that at the moment he nodded, the white-haired boy took a last look at the video website opened in the virtual panel in front of him. The video screen stopped on the face of Shuichi Akai in the screen, and there was a line of words below.

[......revealed that he doesn't like sweets and has a small appetite.]

Asuka Kiri's light green eyes narrowed in pleasure.

A few minutes later, the two sat in the Polo Cafe. The blond waiter looked at Okiya Subaru with a not-so-obvious suspicious look, and his expression changed instantly when he turned to look at Asuka Kiri, "What would you like to eat?"

"A cup of ice..." Under Amuro Toru's disapproving gaze, he silently swallowed the word "ice" back into his stomach, "Banana milkshake."

"Iced coffee will be fine."

The two ordered their drinks first, and when the waiter left to prepare, they carefully looked at the menu. Okiya Subaru just lowered his head to read two lines, and felt a burning gaze.

When he looked up, he saw the white-haired boy looking at him with an expectant look. Seeing the words "Do you need my help?" written in his light green eyes, Subaru Okiya nodded consciously.

He seldom comes here, so the other party doesn't think it's a big deal. If I remember correctly, Poirot is the shop of his brother named Tsukiyama Asari.

The moment he agreed, Asuka Kiri slightly curved her eyes, and this action made her face, which had always been indifferent, melt a lot. She lowered her head and searched the menu seriously.

Okiya Subaru took a sip of the iced coffee that was slammed hard on the table by the blond waiter, and took the opportunity to look at the other party carefully.

Putting aside the conspicuous white hair and light-colored pupils, the boy opposite him looked like an ordinary high school student. He seemed to be too cautious in expressing his feelings. No matter what he said or did, he had the same expression. It took a lot of effort to see the kindness and shyness under that layer of frost.

But noisy students don't have the time or ability to do that. His unusual appearance and unchanging expression will probably make him the type of person who is excluded in school.

Subaru Okiya analyzed it aimlessly for a while, and then he saw Asuka Kiri finally decided on the dishes for dinner. She didn't even call the waiter, but went over with the menu herself, her eyes sparkling.

"Sandwich." After telling what he wanted to eat, the boy put the menu back to its place on the counter and paused. "Cream udon noodles, super large portion, for Mr. Okiya."

"...He wants to eat this?" Because of many speculations, Amuro Toru couldn't control his expression when he heard the name. He smiled and exhaled. "Okay, got it."

After saying that, the man who served as a waiter and chef walked to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

"Let's make his first." It was an open kitchen. Asuka Kiri did not go back, but stood aside and watched the other party's actions.

After hearing this, Amuro Toru's mouth twitched, revealing a more brilliant smile, and his expression was gloomy when he lowered his head to beat the cream.

I wonder if that guy is Akai Shuichi.

Does Akai Shuichi eat sweets? Who knows... who cares if he likes sweet or not.

A much larger amount of sugar than normal was poured into the bowl, forming a small white mountain. It was whipped into a milky white cream by the dark-haired waiter and put into a piping bag.

"Here."

A small piece of packaged curry was handed over from the side. Amuro Tou looked up and saw a young man in a dark sweater who seemed to want to help. He came into the kitchen from outside and took out a pack from the curry place not far away and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Xiao Wu. But what you need is..." Looking at the word "sweet" on the package, Amuro Tou consciously wanted to say that salty curry is used to make cream udon noodles, so as to neutralize the sweetness of the cream.

No, wait. If it's sweet...

The other party's little mistake actually gave him an idea. The blond waiter swallowed the words back and smiled at the puzzled Asuka Mizuki in front of him, "This is it, thank you, Xiao Mizuki."

A bowl of udon noodles was quickly prepared.

Amuro Toru was rolling up his sleeves to squeeze the cream in it, when he heard the boy who had been silent next to him speak again, with a voice of embarrassment, "Can I... try it?"

"Of course. Xiao Mizuki wants to complete the last step by himself to thank the customer?" The blond waiter made way to the side.

"Yes."

Asuka Mizuki took the piping bag handed over by the other party, aimed it at the steaming udon noodles, and exerted force with his hand.

A large lump of sweet cream instantly appeared on the top of the udon noodles. The boy seemed to think that it was not good-looking. He squeezed and adjusted the shape of the cream, and finally spread it all over the bowl. Only then did he realize that he had squeezed too much.

Looking at Asuka Kiri who was a little at a loss, Amuro Toru smiled and took the piping bag with only half of it left. "It's not too much. I'll help you adjust it."

The man's purple-gray eyes darkened when he lowered his head. He squeezed the remaining half of the bag directly into it, gritted his teeth and reluctantly spread it into a beautiful shape.

According to the recipe, only one-third of the cream in this piping bag needs to be used, and now it is all spread on the udon noodles.

Facing this huge bowl of udon noodles, Amuro Toru smiled for a long time before turning around to make the sandwiches the boy ordered. When the two dinners were served, Okiya Subaru had already drunk half of his coffee.

"This is made by Kiri-chan to thank you." The blond waiter said with a smile, gritting his teeth as he put down the bowl, and he emphasized the words "thank you" and "by yourself."

"No...thanks to Mr. Amuro's guidance."

The white-haired boy seemed to be embarrassed that he only squeezed the cream but was said to have made it by himself. He whispered back, and there was a little light in his eyes when he looked at Okiya Subaru, as if he hoped that the other party would accept his kindness. He

is indeed a good boy, but he doesn't know how to express his feelings, and his face always has an indifferent expression, which gives people a preconceived impression that he is not easy to get along with.

In fact, he is still a good kid with good intentions.

After the blond waiter left, Subaru Okiya thought subconsciously, he picked up the chopsticks on the side, stirred the cream evenly while thinking, and then lowered his head to take a bite.

......! ? ?

The mouth was filled with the overly sweet taste of cream, mixed with the rich sweet curry. Subaru Okiya's hand that was not holding the chopsticks suddenly clenched to prevent himself from frowning.

He looked up at Asuka Kiri in front of him, who seemed to know nothing and was still waiting for his feedback seriously, and remembered the gnashing expression of Toru Amuro just now, and he had a guess in his heart.

It was probably that the waiter deliberately gave the wrong instructions.

"......Not bad." Subaru Okiya commented against his conscience. When he saw the other party withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and lowered his head to eat the sandwich, he picked up the coffee beside him and drank it all. He wanted to use the bitter coffee aroma to dilute the strange sweetness in his mouth. He was not ready to pick up the chopsticks again.

The boy who was eating the sandwich suddenly looked to the side.

"What are you looking at?" Subaru Okiya asked, calling Azusa Enomoto who was passing by and asked for another cup of iced coffee.

"I'm looking at that sign. The picture is quite interesting."

The man opened his dark green eyes and looked in the direction of the other party's gaze. He saw a sign across the aisle with exquisite food pictures and a line of conspicuous handwriting in the middle.

[Cherish food, refuse to waste]

Subaru Okiya paused.

...It seems that something is suddenly restraining me.

It is the shackles of morality!

The author has something to say:

Thank you for reading!

Sanctions against the FBI team:

The initiator Suemitsu Sosuke: Because of the inconvenience of movement, I can only operate behind the scenes. The order is that all vests should go out as long as there is a chance!

Team member Chao Li: Responsible for setting up the "moral shackles" magic circle in the "encirclement circle"

Team member Xiao Wu: Responsible for luring people into the circle + providing sanctions Team

member Touzi who joined voluntarily: I took action directly (smoke)

Small drama: Chat with Taozi @子木桃 (yesterday)

Me: We are the peerless double sword combination!

Then we got stuck together

Taozi: Ahhhh what peerless double swords! Dual SIM cards, dual standby, ahhhh

Me: Dual SIM cards, dual standby combination, ahhhhh, so stuck

It stuck until the second before nine o'clock

A little nagging explanation that can't really be considered an explanation:

In my heart, this is the complete Suemitsu Sosuke, maybe the emotional description in the middle is not well done, making his explosion after repression seem a bit strange, so I think his character is too weak (take the pot from Suemitsu and put it on his head and lie down)

Thank you Youbao for understanding Suemitsu from my shallow words

(whisper) It's just a little explanation, don't worry about it or make a fuss, next we will enter the Happy Haunted Yugu Villa dungeon!

A Miao: Happy dungeon? (Hold on to your precarious past)