Chapter 112 Past Events in a Foreign Country

No, I shouldn't think like that.

Edogawa Conan shook his head and vaguely saw the profile of Tsukiyama Asari who was looking for a candle in the dark. He felt a little guilty for his thoughts.

He was really scared by the bottle of antidepressants before. He always thought of the worst. The possibility that Tsukiyama Asari was taking clomipramine, an old-fashioned drug, was very low. Everyone's physical condition is different, and being used to the dark doesn't mean anything.

The narrow circle of friends may be due to taking care of Asuka Kiri and taking care of his studies. Moreover, Edogawa Conan can feel that when he is with Tsukiyama Asari, the other party's gentleness and happiness do not seem to be fake.

"Found it." The voice of the black-haired man came from the side. He finally found a box of candles from the depths of the cabinet. He even curved his eyes because of this small gain, and a sparkling smile flashed in his eyes. "These should be enough."

"These, if only used for lighting in the living room, can last for a week." Because the candles were found, Butler Fangchuan also breathed a sigh of relief. He handed the handkerchief in his pocket to the other party, "Please use this to wipe your hands, and just give the box to me."

Tsukiyama Asari did not refuse. He took the other party's handkerchief and wiped the dust on his hands one by one before picking up the boy next to him. Edogawa Conan has been accustomed to being held in the arms of his brother at any time, so he simply stretched out his arms and put his arms around his neck, Find a more comfortable position.

"Brother Asari?" The two of them fell a few steps behind the butler and Maori Kogoro. The boy whispered in Tsukiyama Asari's ear.

His breath sprinkled on his neck, blowing up the man's black hair. The skin brushed by the soft hair was itchy. He couldn't help but shrink to the side and hummed a soft laugh from his nose. "Hmm?"

Edogawa Conan looked up at him, and met the pair of eyes that were very bright in the candlelight. The bottom of the eyes were illuminated by the light very brightly and transparently, like a pool of water under the moonlight. As long as you stare at it, you will feel at ease.

Looking at those eyes, the young detective's originally uncertain guess became even more intense. He even began to suspect that the other party's previous surprise was just because he was suddenly pressed by him and didn't react.

"Nothing." The boy's voice was muffled.

"Are you being coquettish?" Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but rub the other party's soft hair a few times, and the vertical hair was shaking from side to side. His tone was full of laughter, "I found that you are becoming more and more coquettish after you became smaller. You are completely unlike the original arrogant big detective. Obviously, you never had this before..."

"Asari-san!"

Edogawa Conan's face was slightly hot because of what he said. He stretched out his hand to cover the other party's mouth and retorted with a long tone.

The black-haired man's smile widened as his cheeks and lips were covered by the other's small hands, and he just hugged the other a little tighter.

The man had a faint smell of laundry detergent, and his body temperature was faintly transmitted through this layer of fabric. Being ironed by such temperature on a cold night, the little detective couldn't help but yawn and threw away all the strange thoughts in his mind.

Why did he think of that just now... Although he knew that the other party couldn't know what was in his mind, Edogawa Conan still regretted for a long time because of the thoughts in his mind and forcing the other party to tell him why he could recognize the drug.

Walking out of the stairs, the people who stayed in the living room had already moved the sofa away and spread a thick layer of bedding on the floor. The girls slept on the mattresses separated by piled pillows. Tsukiyama Asahi put the little detective who was dozing with frowning brows into the bedding, and smiled and gestured to Mouri Ran who noticed this, saying "keep your voice down".

"He fell asleep so quickly." Mao Lilan approached carefully, her eyebrows and eyes were soft, and her face was stained with sleepiness because of the things that happened today. "Looking at him at this time, you will feel that Conan is really a child, completely different from the little adult he usually looks like."

The black-haired man pulled down Edogawa Conan's turned up sleeves to cover the purple marks left by the previous training at Suemitsu Sosuke's house, and smoothed his wrinkled brows with his fingertips, "You should also rest quickly, I'll be here tonight, don't worry."

"But you already..."

"I'll only be on duty for the first half of the night." Facing Maori Ran's worried and concerned gaze, Tsukiyama Asari hurriedly explained, deliberately avoiding Saii Giichi who was placing candles while speaking, "Because we don't know which of the three guys is the one who poisoned, we're always a little worried about having them on duty, so Mr. Maori and I take turns. Don't worry, I'll definitely have a good rest after my shift."

The girl wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the other party urging her to go to bed, so she could only shrink back into the quilt, "If you're too tired, just wake up my dad to take over."

"Xiaolan!" The famous detective who was inexplicably arranged by his daughter turned around and complained a few words, but did not refute this sentence. He pulled open the quilt and lay down, muttering in front of his closed eyes, "If you can't hold on, call me."

"I know, I know--"

Yueshan Chaoli couldn't help but curled his eyes because of the interaction between the two and agreed.

In less than five minutes, almost everyone in the hall nestled in the quilt, and the sleepiness was like milk stewing on the fire, bubbling. The child with the best sleep quality had obviously fallen asleep and made even breathing sounds.

[Five minutes left.]

The serious voice of the system when talking about serious things sounded in his mind. He opened the interface and replaced the bottle of energy potion with the same bottled coffee.

Tsukiyama pushed open the lid and was about to pour the coffee-flavored liquid into his stomach, but when he looked up, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the old man in charge of housekeeping affairs who was still awake and thinking about something with a candle in his hand.

"Butler Fangchuan?" he asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Tsukiyama, keep your voice down."

The black-haired man's face suddenly turned cold, revealing a look of astonishment.

This guy actually dared to attack directly in the living room.

Through the candlelight and moonlight, he saw that there was a gun reflecting a cold light hidden in the man's clothes, but the muzzle of the gun was not pointed at him, but at Yoshida Ayumi who was already asleep.

"If you make a sound, I will take this girl with me."

Fangchuan Douci no longer looked like a man in his sixties. His hands were steady and his movements were skillful. The man narrowed his eyes and evaluated, and found that with the current distance between the two, he could not subdue the other party without completely guaranteeing that no one would be injured. Moreover

... the others fell asleep too quickly. I don't know what tricks Fangchuan used. Was there something wrong with the water tonight or did he tamper with the incense?

"I'm so sorry." While he was thinking, Fangchuan Douji spoke again. His voice and expression were completely inconsistent. There was an apology in his tone, just like an old man who was seeking help. "I was busy getting the candles just now and forgot to get the candlestick. Please come down with me again, otherwise these candles can't be fixed on the table."

"It's okay, let's go together."

The man responded in a low voice, stood up a little, took down the towel used to wipe his hair, and put it beside him together with the coffee bottle. His hair had just been dried. He slowly raised his hands at the other party's instruction.

Anyway, let's leave the living room first.

Tsukiyama's eyes fell on the man's hand/gun, and then quickly retracted it.

In the living room, no matter what, the bullet may hit other people who are sleeping peacefully. In such a place where there is no communication with the outside world, the gunshot wound is too fatal. Wait until you get to the corridor to do it yourself.

[Pay attention to the time.]

'I know.'

He took a deep breath and retreated towards the corridor.

Seeing that Tsukiyama Chaoli followed his instructions, Fangchuan Douji changed the direction of his gun and pointed it at the man in front of him, keeping a distance from him and walking towards the storage room.

After stepping onto the stairs, the muzzle of the gun directly touched the back of the black-haired man's head. He bit his lip and quietly quickened his pace, but was stopped when he was about halfway down.

"Slow down." Fangchuan Douji suppressed his voice and exerted force with his hands like a threat. The back of the other party's head where the muzzle of the gun was pressed caused a slight pain. He was a little suspicious of the man's overly cooperative attitude. In the end, he didn't know what he thought of, and squeezed out a frustrated sigh from his throat.

Time is running out.

Tsukiyama Chaori frowned, maintaining his current posture without moving, allowing the man to look him up and down. The countdown on the system interface had turned a precarious red.

"Forget it."

With the hoarse words of the old man, the alarm bells in the man's heart instantly exploded. He turned his head to avoid the opponent's pistol/gun butt that hit the back of his head, and stuck to the wall behind him, his fingers randomly scratching a few marks on the wall.

Bullets came together with thunder.

Tsukiyama Chaori grabbed the man's limp hand before the opponent fired, and forcibly twisted the muzzle of the gun, causing the bullet to hit the wall, and then he quickly reached out to grab the opponent's pistol/gun.

Time ran out at this moment.

Intense sleepiness and fatigue instantly swept over his body. The man bit his lower lip and struggled to break out of this negative state, but the delay of a few seconds still gave the opponent an opportunity.

The mist sprayed and was subconsciously inhaled into the mouth and nose by the black-haired man.

This guy... even prepared a drug.

I don't know where the drug came from, but it took effect so quickly. Tsukiyama Asari only felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurred, and his limbs were losing strength bit by bit. The system was saying something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it at all.

Consciousness was being taken away from his brain bit by bit.

Fangchuan Douji stood on the steps, picked up the candle again, and looked at the man with cold eyes. He was panting slightly, and struggled to stand up with his hands on the wall. However, under the strong effect of the drug, he slowly fell to the ground, and the pair of frightening and familiar eyes finally closed.

Author's words:

Thank you for reading ww

Asari: No martial ethics

System (looking at the scribbled things on the wall): What is this? Death message?

Asari: Don't say such unlucky words!

After a day of college life, I finished typing and lay on the bed, ready to go to sleep after reading today's comments: ...? ? ?

Are you there? I can't sleep because of the knife (Crying Cat Cat Head