Chapter 128 Birds and Light

Under the threat of force from the gangster gorilla, the six people who had hardly seen each other since the graduation camp finally had the chance to reunite at the hot spring hotel.

The opportunity was rare, and Tsukiyama Asari simply urged a young detective who was suffering from the extra training to invite the teacher who always liked to stay in the dark house, preparing for a vest team building with the slogan "Round up and everyone will be together".

From the decision to invite to the three hard-working police officers taking leave, and the two undercover gentlemen having no tasks for the time being, Kasugawa Shugo's psychological counseling life came to an end for the time being. When they finally managed to arrange a three-day and four-night trip for everyone to travel at ease, time had quietly moved towards the end of December.

It snowed on the way to the hot spring hotel. Amuro Toru, a coffee shop employee and friend who was invited to the hot springs to thank Mouri Ran for teaching them tennis and guitar, slowed down the car. Outside the window were lush pine trees. He glanced at them casually, catching the dark green color, and then focused on the difficult mountain road and the person in the passenger seat.

Tsukiyama fell asleep soon after getting in the car. With each turn, he slid to the corresponding place, and slept to the extent of being tottering. His usually neat black hair was rubbed everywhere.

Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko were huddled together in the back seat, whispering something. Judging from the few words that could be heard occasionally, it should be a private conversation between their close friends. Asuka Mizuki's gaze lingered on the two people's lively expressions for a moment, and a barely visible smile appeared in her eyes.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!" The short-haired girl sitting next to her came over through Mao Li Ran in the middle and whispered, "I saw you brought a drawing board. Are you going to draw again this time?"

"Yes, it's a work for the competition." Asuka Wu, who had been looking out the window with her eyes downcast, turned her head to look at the two of them, "There's still a month before the registration deadline. I don't know if it's too late."

"Huh?" Amuro Toru looked at the black-haired man next to him who didn't seem to be disturbed by the whispers of the others, and then joined the topic, "Xiao Wu, didn't you start preparing a long time ago? Isn't it finished yet? If the unfinished painting is now in the trunk, it seems we have to drive slower."

"It's okay, there's only blank drawing paper and drawing tools inside." Noticing that the other party really slowed down, the white-haired boy quickly explained.

"But isn't there only one month left before the registration deadline? I saw Xiao Wu drawing before, so why is there still blank drawing paper?" Mao Lilan couldn't help but ask.

"The teacher was not very satisfied with the previous works."

"Do I remember that Xiao Wu's teacher was the famous painter Ikeda Funai?" Amuro Toru looked at the mountain road in front of him that was already covered with snow, and still slowed down a bit to avoid slipping. "It seems that this teacher has very high requirements."

The blond man frowned. He remembered that after the case in the studio a long time ago, Xiao Wu mentioned that he was accepted as a student by a very powerful painter. At that time, the two girls brought Edogawa Conan to a small celebration party for him in the cafe.

"Yeah." The boy responded in a low voice. He actually finished the painting a long time ago, and showed it to the teacher who had not been attacked at that time in the original studio. There was no problem at that time. Unexpectedly, Ikeda Shu was not satisfied with the painting and asked him to either repaint it or not participate in the competition.

I didn't expect to have such a strict teacher. I had to take the activity that I just wanted to mess around with seriously. Unfortunately, I really didn't have any inspiration in the past few months. Now the deadline is approaching, and I can't even find the direction.

"Is there any problem with the previous painting?" Suzuki Sonoko recalled the painting she saw at that time, which was a landscape painting. "I think it's very beautiful."

"What does the teacher mean..." Asuka frowned, recalling the conversation at the teacher's house not long ago.

'There is no problem with your painting skills, but I don't see any emotion in it. This kind of painting can be hung at home as a decoration, but it is no better than a few lines drawn on a piece of white paper when it is submitted for competition. '

"What a ruthless comment." Amuro Toru could imagine the expression of the painter who looked bad-tempered in the photo when he said this from the other party's description, "Relax on this trip, maybe you can find inspiration by soaking in the hot springs."

The white-haired boy nodded, "I hope so..." While

the few people were talking, Tsukiyama Asari, who had been sleeping in the passenger seat, finally woke up. He did not rush to close his eyes, but opened the forum in his mind and browsed the latest content for a while.

[I didn't expect that there would be a day when Toruko and Asari would be in the same frame peacefully. Although he was an undercover, he could never be forgiven for hitting the boss on the back of the head! Deduct his salary! ]

[Asari: Damn it! ]

[xsl, in my memory, Kirito was so cute when she was scolded by her teacher hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I hope this time it’s a good teacher]

[It’s so rare that Conan is not with them]

[Conan should come with Mr. Suemitsu, yay for a big team building!! No more cases, let’s have a good team building! But with Conan here, it shouldn’t be possible...]

[I think of an emoticon (Kirito holds a paintbrush and makes a blocking gesture, shouting "Don’t come over here")]

The white-haired boy and the co-pilot Tsukiyama Asari, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep in the car, looked at the emoticon posted on the forum with a sloppy, wild and realistic style, and their mouths twitched at the same time.

The scene of them on the road was indeed drawn in the comics and posted on the forum. The system stickman ran around the panel, then stood on the forum interface and knocked hard on the panel.

[I told you not to invite Kudo Shinichi, but you insisted on inviting him. Now the hot spring tour has turned into a hot spring hotel murder case, right? Maybe even a haunted hotel.]

'I was prepared to draw this tour as a case.' Tsukiyama Asari muttered in his heart, 'Everyone is going, but Conan is not. What a big deal. "

Although that guy, as the protagonist of a detective comic, has the buff of the god of death, he couldn't bear not to take the other party with him.

The system muttered "male mother" and hid behind the panel with the stickman's thin legs, and stopped talking.

The black-haired man has now accepted this title well. He wrapped his coat tighter, looked at this post, and ran to see the replies he missed before.

The previous case of the foreign villa is already far away from now, and during this period, he was involved in many cases on Conan's side that he had not participated in. The multiple vests of Amuro Toru were also removed, but the aftermath of Villa Daoziyu still remained, mainly reflected in the fact that he often reposted secondary creative works in his posts.

According to the system, from the so-called "fan fiction", it is very easy to see the popularity of oneself or the vest in that world, and when it is transferred to the world they are in, this popularity will most likely be converted into the world's fortune.

The higher the fortune, the higher the luck value. Although there is still a risk that the "old thief" who dominates the world will be unkind and give the popular character a lunch box, at least you will be much luckier in normal times.

For example, one can avoid almost all murder cases that are everywhere in this world, not become a victim of bad luck, or obtain some privileges in other places.

For example, after leaving the villa, Yutani Mia’s fortunes have soared, and with the word "misery" all over her body, it is obviously easier for her to go on missions than before, and many unnecessary injuries can be avoided.

Thinking of this, Tsukiyama Asari focused his attention on the repost with the most replies. Looking around, all he could hear were "wuwuwuwu" and "ahhhh", and it looked like the knife power was amazing.

In the comic strip with black and white as the main colors -

slender fingers pulled out a book of different materials and sizes from the tall European-style bookshelf, and a line of small words appeared below.

[Cointreau has a picture book, and

there is a soul hidden in it. ]

The man looked down with cold grey eyes, his long and thick eyelashes blocking all the emotions in his eyes.

[What kind of soul is that?]

The sketchbook flipped, the pages were all broken, melted into dark red blood, and then extended downward into thin threads, outlining the tender outline of a boy.

[Goodness.]

The boy in a white hoodie helped a grandmother who looked unsteady and kind-looking to walk into the alley. The decorations hanging on the zipper of the dark canvas bag swayed, casting lively shadows on the ground.

[Hot.]

He smiled and raised the paintbrush and the paper covered with random graffiti. The long-haired woman whose face could not be seen smiled and reached out to touch his face. The puppy circled around their legs. The tall man gently supported his wife's waist with a gentle look.

Behind them, the lush bushes were blooming with light-colored flowers.

[Deep blue.]

The boy leaned against the narrow wooden cage, peeking at the sparkling sea outside through the exaggerated cracks between the wooden boards. The gentle afterglow was cut into neat strips by the cage, caressing the left side of his face and making that eye sparkle.

Then, a strange, rough hand filled the gap with another piece of wood, and the boy's face was completely hidden in the dimness.

[The corner where the skylight leaked.]

In the cold underground secret room, the boy who was tied to the iron window tried to stretch out his hand to touch the light coming in through the high window, but his fingertips only stayed a few millimeters away.

[The pain that follows you like a shadow. ]

On the laboratory table, the man coughed up bright red blood under the gaze of the brown-haired girl in a lab coat. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain from his bones and internal organs. He held the iron chain tightly with his hands, and blood oozed out from his fingers.

[The bitter fruit of life and death.]

The ground was full of debris. The man knelt down among the debris, next to him was a newspaper, on which the words "car accident" could be vaguely seen. He covered his face and couldn't see his expression, tears slowly flowed down his jaw. The

man whose collar was pulled open moved closer and pressed his forehead against the girl, his lips moving as he spoke something.

In the confinement room where the researchers were imprisoned, he stuffed the key into the hand of the kneeling girl, turned and left, his long windbreaker flying in a sharp arc.

[The phantom of tenderness. ]

The man reached out and tucked the girl's hair, which was messed up by the sea breeze, behind her ears. A soft light flowed in his eyes, which was hazier than the moonlight on the sea. He waited in place, leaving thin lines on the drawing board.

On the deserted road, the man in a long windbreaker squatted down, gently combed the hair of the man in the back seat of the car, looked at the similar eyebrows, and finally just kissed him on the forehead.

All the pictures were shattered and dissolved into a rich and hot blood red, which spread downwards little by little and turned into a brand new album, which was picked up by the other hand.

The gentle black-haired man opened the album and gently rubbed the sharp "I'm sorry" with his fingertips.

[Tsukiyama Asari has a album, and

there is a soul hidden in it. ]

It's a pretty good painting.

Tsukiyama Asari pursed his lips and dared only to comment on the screen.

He did not expect that all the plots combined with the automatically added vest background would become this terrible knife shape.

The black-haired man looked at the crying and twisted screams that filled the screen, and a strange feeling of guilt rose in his heart. He shrank back a little in the car, temporarily leaving behind these poor little people who were cut into pieces by the knife on the forum, and enjoyed the rare and relaxing trip.

I hope the little detective's death buff can take effect later, at least let him enjoy it for a day first.

"I see it!"

Suzuki Sonoko shouted in a suppressed voice from the back seat. Tsukiyama looked up and saw a typical Japanese-style hotel at the end of the road. Several houses were staggered along the terrain, and a light layer of snow fell on the beams.

An old lantern was hung on the door outside the hotel. It looked gray and dark in the daytime. There was a familiar car at the door.

"Sister Ran!" Edogawa Conan ran down from the car and waved to Mao Li Ran and the others, "You are here too!"

"Conan——"

Edogawa Conan smiled at them, but did not turn around. Instead, he looked back into the car and asked something. Then he ran to the back seat and took out the folded wheelchair from the trunk with Okiya Subaru who brought the two of them.

"Teacher."

A pale hand covered with scars reached out from the car and held the wide open door. The black-haired man held the wheelchair armrests with his hands and moved himself to the wheelchair with the strength of his arms. Then he pushed his black hair, which was a little messy because of this action, to the back of his head, adjusted his large black coat, and nodded to the few people.

The few people who were originally walking over with a smile suddenly became a little reserved. Suzuki Sonoko hid slightly behind Maori Ran. They had never interacted with this man who seemed to have a bad personality and seemed to be completely different from them. They only heard vaguely that Conan's guy would go to this gentleman's house every day to play football and often came back exhausted.

Compared with Suemitsu Sosuke, they were relatively more familiar with the graduate student living in Kudo Shin's house.

I didn't expect that the people that Edogawa Conan said he would invite on the phone before were them.

Toru Amuro's gaze lingered slightly on the other's waist and legs covered by a blanket. He was not involved in the previous events, but he had also heard of Suemitsu Sosuke. However, due to his current identity, he could only pretend to greet him awkwardly as if they were meeting for the first time, and then gave the pink-haired man next to him a subtle and malicious look.

Feeling that his good mood along the way was ruined by the guy who pushed up his glasses nearby, the blond-haired, dark-skinned man sneered, crossed his arms over his chest, and kept staring at the guy who was a graduate student and had time to run around.

Fortunately, the man had no intention of coming over to talk to the few people. He just said hello and got in the car first, and drove the car to the parking lot behind the hotel.

Amuro Toru clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and then loosened them. It would be better not to always focus on that guy for a good gathering of the same period.

Tsukiyama Asari stood at the end of the group, looked at the blond man's clenched and unclenched fists, and remembered that the two of them showed a relationship in the comics, and couldn't help but sigh.

I wonder if a nice hot spring trip will turn into a gorilla fight because these two guys were invited.

Otherwise, the system will say that he is asking for trouble again.

Subaru Okiya parked the car in the parking lot at the back. Not long after he returned to the hotel entrance, another familiar white sports car drove up to the group. The elite of the Blast Department who looked scarier than Suemitsu Sosuke, who was wearing sunglasses, had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. When he got out of the car, he took out the pipe and put it out in the ashtray placed on the front of the car.

"I didn't expect to see you again, this waiter." After greeting the other people, Hagiwara Kenji naturally turned the topic to a certain blond man, smiling brightly, "I haven't seen you in the cafe recently. I heard that you were absent from work for a long time. I was worried that something might have happened to you."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Hagiwara." Amuro Toru almost couldn't control his expression. That day in the ward, he had been ridiculed by these two people for an entire afternoon about "why you were absent from work for half a month", and now they were still not stopping. Tsukiyama

Asari, who was far away, had her smile frozen on her face because of the word "absent from work". She silently covered the back of her head and quickly retreated a little towards Mouri Ran and the others, not forgetting to turn around and cast a reproachful look at the blond-haired, dark-skinned man.

Tsukiyama Asari: Stare -

Toru Amuro shrank his neck. The gaze from behind was too obvious. He quickly waved his hand to stop Hagiwara Kenji, who was deliberately digging up the past.

"Oh? Really?" Date Kou moved the luggage out of the trunk and asked curiously, "Are you feeling unwell, Mr. Amuro? You have been absent from work for so long, it must be serious." How

could it not be serious to hit your boss on the back of the head? !

Tsukiyama Asari paused, and raised his hand that was about to be put down to cover the back of his head again.

Hearing the word absent from work, why did the back of his head start to hurt again? Toru Amuro, you have caused me so much trouble!

Tsukiyama Asari: Stare -

Feeling Tsukiyama Asari's condemning gaze, which was no longer implicit and much stronger than before, Toru Amuro, who had specially worn light-colored clothes today, quickly gave a stiff laugh and lowered his voice, "Haha... saying slacking off is a bit too serious."

"Oh -" Matsuda Jinpei twisted the word several times and raised his eyebrows, "Saying slacking off is a bit serious, but if you haven't asked for leave, not coming to the cafe for half a month can be considered slacking off, right? You've been slacking off for such a long time, it's really worrying."

Slacking off, slacking off, slacking off.

The series of slacking work made Tsukiyama Asari hiss softly. He rubbed the back of his battered head and hid a little further to the side.

The tragic backstabbing incident in the villa that he had almost forgotten reappeared in the continuous slacking work, making the black-haired man unable to help but cast a stronger condemning gaze.

Tsukiyama Asari: Stare -

what on earth do these guys want to do! Amuro Toru gritted his teeth, pretending that he didn't feel the gazes that were about to penetrate him, and quickly explained to the others, "Because something suddenly happened, I had to rush to deal with it. I didn't expect that I forgot to ask for leave. As a punishment, the court has already deducted one month's salary from me, or..." "

Yes, Tsukiyama still has to pay Mr. Amuro." Hagiwara Kenji spoke up. He remembered that day in the ward, Kasugawa Shugo passionately denounced Amuro Toru for taking his brother's salary, hitting his brother on the back of the head, and cheating on his brother's work, and a series of bad behaviors, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Yes, he still has to pay Amuro Toru!

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it to heart. After hearing what Hagiwara Kenji said, Tsukiyama Asari put down his hand that had been covering the back of his head. When he thought about the salary of the guy who hit him on the head and was particularly arrogant when he was a bourbon player, his head didn't hurt so much.

From now on, deduct his salary every time the back of his head hurts... Just think of it as mental compensation!

That's it, deduct a week's salary for the headache effect caused by a series of "skipping work" today. Anyway, the guy works three jobs, and he won't go hungry if he loses this one.

Tsukiyama Asari, who started to "increase resources and reduce expenditure" after the pillar of his family collapsed, nodded and was very satisfied with his arrangement.

[Hahahahahahahahahaha help me, is this Toruko like this? Where did your aura as Bourbon go? (pointing)]

[This public security officer is so mean (that tone)]

[After putting up Hagiwara's memories, the three of them seem to be parents who came out to avenge their children, hahaha

Shugo: That's him! He beat up my little brother!

Matsuda/Hagiwara/Ida: That's the guy, right? (clenching fists)]

[Asari: Deduct my wages!!! The black-haired man who didn't know he had launched a new emoticon package took

a few steps forward with satisfaction after deducting a week's salary from his employees and knocked on the door of the hotel. Hearing the movement at the door, someone soon came out of the main hall of the hotel to greet him. The proprietress of this hotel is a lady who looks to be in her thirties. She doesn't wear a formal traditional kimono like a traditional Japanese hotel owner, but a long sweater dress that can outline her figure. Her gestures are full of charm. "Hello, sir. Here is your room key." When the proprietress named Toyokawa Norika came out to entertain other people, the young employee at the front desk pushed the key in his hand to the man who was traveling alone in front of him, "Mr. Midorikawa Hikaru, is this right? Please sign in here..." "Thank you." The man with ordinary looks but gentle blue eyes bowed his head to sign. The makeup covered most of his facial features, and his usual speaking and behavior habits were also changed a little, but he was still recognized by several friends who had just walked in. "Are you traveling alone, sir?" Hagiwara Kenji quickly stepped forward to strike up a conversation. As soon as he started to speak, the two kind girls noticed this lone traveler and naturally extended an invitation after a few exchanges.

Subaru Okiya pushed his glasses and opened one of his dark green eyes. His sharp gaze was on the man who called himself "Mitsuki Midorikawa", but he quickly retracted it. He lowered his head and restrained his expression, and quickly figured out the whole story. Because of their somewhat dangerous behavior, his frown relaxed after he thought of something.

Since the fake death of the public security officer codenamed Scottish Whiskey, he probably has no time to relax until now. In this hotel that has been investigated and isolated from the world due to heavy snow, it is not a bad idea to meet with old friends. Besides, didn't he accept the boy's invitation to go out and relax under such circumstances?

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask." Putting this matter aside for the time being, the man lowered his head and looked at Suemitsu Sosuke, who was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at the interior of the hotel with a slightly nostalgic look, "Has Mr. Suemitsu been here?"

It was clearly a question, but he said it in an almost certain tone.

"Huh? Why do you ask that?" The person being asked raised his eyebrows, and his slender fingers tapped slowly on the armrest of the wheelchair, making a slight metallic sound. Ever since he sat in the wheelchair, he particularly liked to do this slightly oppressive action.

Conan Edogawa, who was pushing a small suitcase next to him, vaguely heard the sound, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body, and hid to the side with a sour expression on his face.

During his training in the villa over the past few months, he often heard his strict teacher frowning and tapping the cold metal surface of the wheelchair with his fingertips after he made mistakes or performed incorrect movements.

It was a sound that could be engraved into his DNA.

"Honestly, I don't think you will accept such an invitation. Maybe the destination is quite special."

Suemitsu Sosuke couldn't help curling his lips as he listened to the other party's speculation, "Maybe you just don't want to disappoint the little detective."

After saying that, he pressed the button on the armrest of the wheelchair and slowly moved to the barrier-free elevator next to the stairs. This was originally the place carefully selected by Tsukiyama Asari. In addition to being 'isolated from the world', some of the facilities inside were also suitable, and he would not experience the embarrassment of being carried up and down n times a day while on vacation.

The elevator door that was out of tune with the Japanese style decoration opened in front of him. Suemitsu Sosuke was about to go in, but he noticed the figure behind him who was not following him in the reflection of the inner wall of the elevator. The man turned his head to meet the man's eyes, and vaguely saw a flash of emotion in the other person's eyes that had just opened. Before he could recognize it, Okiya Subaru pushed his glasses and returned to his usual squinting look.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I just think you are much gentler than before." The pink-haired man lowered the look in his eyes. This gentleness is not a good sign. If the previous Suemitsu Sosuke was a hedgehog that rolled itself up, depressed, low-spirited, bloody, but real enough, and was firmly pressed in the world by a burden that ordinary people could not understand, then now it is completely the opposite.

The burden is put down, the knot in the heart is released, and the person becomes lighter and lighter, like a transparent piece of paper, who knows when it will disappear.

"Really?" Suemitsu Sosuke's response is a little vague.

The two of them went up to the room on the third floor first. Tsukiyama Asari stood at the front desk to handle the rest of the formalities. The man in charge of the front desk was a very shy man who seemed to have just graduated from college. He wore heavy glasses and was very polite in his words and actions, but he subconsciously avoided other people's gazes.

"He looks a bit like Mr. Kyogoku." Mao Lilan couldn't help whispering to Suzuki Sonoko, who immediately rejected this view after looking at him for a long time, "Really? I think Kyogoku is better."

"Yes, yes--" The long-haired girl's voice was full of a shy smile.

No longer paying attention to the topic between the two close friends, Conan Edogawa turned his attention back to the interior of the hotel with his crescent eyes. The lobby was filled with pleasant fragrances. In addition to the man with glasses who was receiving the guests, there was also an old lady with a kind face. Her hair was completely gray. She helped to wipe the table very neatly, but she seemed a little confused. It took a lot of effort to talk to her.

"Grandma, I can't eat anymore... Um..." As the only child in the group, Conan Edogawa was immediately taken to a warm-looking seat in the lobby to rest, and a mouthful of pastries was stuffed into his mouth.

Help, help!

"Grandma Mizuhara." As if she had heard the little boy's cry for help, the savior finally arrived in time. The visitor looked about 40 years old, wearing thin-framed glasses, and had a temperament a bit like a university professor. "Have you taken your medicine today?"

"Yes." The old lady called Mizuhara answered everything with a smile. She temporarily stopped attacking the little boy with snacks while chatting, so Edogawa Conan was able to step back a few steps and almost hide himself behind the visitor.

Although he had a good impression of this kind of old lady, he really couldn't stand being stuffed with snacks all the time.

"Don't be afraid, she just likes children very much." After chatting with Mizuhara Ena for a few sentences, he turned around and spoke to the boy who was obviously frightened just now with a slightly soothing tone, "Although the snacks here are delicious, they are relatively high in sugar. The best daily intake is three to four."

"Uh... okay." Conan Edogawa couldn't help but show half-moon eyes because the other party kept talking about career-related issues. He observed the other party carefully and felt that he was most likely a professional doctor who performed major surgeries all year round.

Strange... Why would such a hotel have such a doctor? In order to avoid any accidents during the mountain closure period, it is common for ordinary mountain hotels to set up simple medical rooms, but it is a bit of a waste of talent to invite someone who looks like an expert.

"Conan - time to go upstairs."

After hearing Tsukiyama Asari's call, the young detective temporarily suppressed his strong curiosity and turned to run towards the group of people in front of the counter, "I'm here!"

"Conan, can you live with me?" After picking up the boy, the black-haired man smiled and moved closer.

"Asari..." Edogawa Conan's face instantly turned red because of the other party's coaxing words, and he muttered in a low voice, "Don't really treat me like a child."

It was really... strange to be treated like this when the other party already knew my identity.

"Sorry, sorry - after all, Edogawa Conan is much cuter when he's acting coquettish than Shinichi was when he was a kid." Looking at the other person's expression, Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but smile and tease a few more times. As they were talking, they heard a few voices coming from outside.

"...Here they come again!"

"...I really don't know who the criminal is..."

Criminal!

The team of police and public security detectives all had their eyes dimmed because of this word, and looked towards the door. The boy in his arms quickly jumped down.

Tsukiyama Asari also had a dark look in his eyes. It

was six o'clock, and they had just stepped into this hot spring hotel, less than 20 minutes ago!

Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but reach out and gave a slap to Edogawa Conan next to him.

You better hold on until the next day! It's reasonable that something happened just after moving in? !

"Hiss!"

Edogawa Conan covered his head and looked at the black-haired man's profile. He couldn't figure out what was going on for a long time.

Why did Asari suddenly hit me!

The author has something to say:

6.28 has been revised, and the hot spring chapter has been revised. If it is not connected to the following text, it may be that the revised chapter has not been loaded. Refresh a few times and it will be fine. Bobo~