Chapter 134 Asuka and Hikari

"Brother Kiri." As Edogawa Conan walked upstairs, he turned around and asked, "How is your painting going? Do you have any inspiration?"

As expected, the guy froze in his tracks.

"Not yet." Asuka Kiri coughed twice and forced an explanation, "Good things take time."

I think you are just being lazy. Edogawa Conan's mouth twitched.

He and this guy have been classmates for seven years. Although they didn't know each other since kindergarten, they have been close since childhood. This guy usually looks cold and gentle, but in fact he likes to be lazy like a child. It's true that he likes to draw, but for this kind of "task" with a deadline, he always drags it to the last day and stays up all night to finish it.

...Even the homework when he was a child! But no matter whether it is the long-haired police officer or others, they all think that this guy is very obedient.

"Xiao Wu...Brother, it's better to finish it quickly, be careful not to stay up late again." Edogawa Conan reminded helplessly. With his current identity, he can't just drag people away like Kudo Shinichi did before, and can only say a few words.

I hope this guy won't drag it to the last day again.

Asuka Kiri tried hard to suppress the urge to hit the bastard in front of him on the head, and nodded as a response.

This guy! He could imagine the expression on Kudo Shinichi's face when he said this. What's wrong with being lazy? This is human nature. Besides, painting requires inspiration. Now he simply doesn't have the inspiration to draw a painting full of emotion as that strict painting teacher said.

It's better to rest for a few more days.

You can tell what the guy is thinking at a glance. Looking at the expression on the white-haired boy's face when he left, Edogawa Conan couldn't help but complain in his heart, either he was making excuses for himself for procrastinating everything until the last minute, or he didn't listen at all and just wanted to be idle.

The boy had a helpless look on his face. He walked back to the room, took out thick gloves and a scarf from his small suitcase, and took the scarf that Tsukiyama Asari had placed on the bedside, ready to go downstairs and give it to the other party.

When the few people met again in the restaurant, Suemiku Sosuke, who came down to eat breakfast the last, was drinking tea with his head down, and it seemed that he had no intention of leaving.

Next to the man, Okiya Subaru was holding a cup of coffee and a book he had taken from the bookshelf in the hall downstairs, and was reading it carefully with his head down.

"Mr. Suemitsu, Mr. Subaru." Edogawa Conan trotted back, held the armrest of the cold wheelchair, and said to the two of them, "Aren't you going out for a walk?"

It wasn't particularly cold outside, and it was within a suitable range for Suemitsu Sosuke. As long as he wore something a little thicker, there would be no problem. The boy looked at his teacher's clothes. It was still the same loose black coat, and it seemed that he had changed into a high-necked sweater inside. It didn't look warm at all.

"I'm not going." The black-haired man replied.

In any case, it was a bit strange for him to participate in activities like playing in the snow. If he stood by and watched, he didn't know if he would be hurt by the group of people who would make endless noises. It would be better to stay in the warm room and drink tea and read.

"Go out and breathe some fresh air once in a while," the little detective waved his hands quickly. He leaned over the armrest of the wheelchair and grabbed the other's sleeve, "Teacher Suemitsu..."

He had originally found out that this hotel not only had barrier-free stairs, but also had some adjustments to the hot spring, and the temperature was more suitable, so he wanted to bring this former special police officer who had been locking himself up in the room.

If he just stayed in the room and did nothing, wouldn't it be the same as at home before!

Suemitsu Sosuke lowered his head and met the little boy's round eyes. The furry winter clothes made his already chubby cheeks even rounder.

After being stared at like this for a long time, the man stretched out his scarred finger, bent it, and tapped Edogawa Conan on the forehead lightly, "Don't act like a spoiled child."

The little detective's hair on his head drooped, and he responded in a low voice, listlessly reaching out to hold his wheelchair, looking listless.

Suemitsu Sosuke sighed helplessly, "...I'll go back to my room to change clothes."

Knowing that this meant he agreed, Edogawa Conan's eyes instantly became bright, and he answered loudly, "Okay!"

Seeing the boy who was originally listless rushing outside, the man couldn't help but laugh. He put down the teacup before maneuvering the wheelchair and walked towards the elevator. There were several vases used for decoration on this road. He was trying hard to remember whether he brought a scarf, and did not notice the road below, causing the left wheel of the wheelchair to get caught on the vase.

Suemitsu Sosuke frowned slightly, and was about to step back when he felt someone holding the back of the wheelchair, and it was easily turned around.

"You really are used to that boy." Okiya Subaru said from behind, and entered the elevator with him.

The man did not respond to this, but turned to look at the guy who was supposed to stay in the restaurant reading, "Are you going out too?"

"Well, it's nice to go out for a walk in this weather."

You said that a few minutes ago, didn't you? Suemitsu Sosuke narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, but still didn't say this in his mind. When the two of them pushed open the door of the hotel and saw the thick layer of snow outside, the others who left earlier had already started playing.

"Hey--"

Edogawa Conan just breathed a sigh of relief when he was knocked to the ground by a snowball that hit him from a tricky angle. The boy struggled to turn his head from behind the thick white snow, and saw his white-haired younger brother holding another snowball in his hand, and waved at him when he turned around.

"Brother Kirito!"

Damn, this guy!

He struggled to stand up on his short legs, rolled a few snowballs and threw them over, but before he could run a few steps, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Puff--"

The laughter coming from all around made the little boy blush.

A pale hand stretched out in front of him, and Edogawa Conan was stunned for a moment before he put his hand on the scarred hand and stood up from the snow.

"Thank you, teacher."

He looked up hesitantly, but saw Suemiku Sosuke turned his head away, his hand clenched into a fist against his lips, but it didn't stop the upturned corners of his mouth. Okiya Subaru behind him was still smiling.

"Teacher!" Why are you laughing at me too!

The boy was furious, and when the man turned around to chat with Yueshan, he quickly rolled up a small snowball and threw it at the man's forehead.

The sound of the snowball hitting something was heard.

The black-haired man narrowed his dark red eyes, raised his hand, and accurately caught the snowball that his student had sneaked at him.

Damn it!

"The sneak attack was too obvious." Suemitsu Sosuke commented, tossing the cold snowball in his hand up and down. His hands were cold to begin with, and the snowball didn't seem to melt at all when he was holding it. After saying this, he saw Edogawa Conan approaching, and the man lowered his voice slightly, "Do you usually attack that famous detective like this?"

The little boy recalled the actions he usually used to make the uncle fall into a coma, as if he was standing behind the crowd and aiming with his gun openly.

"Why don't you just write 'I'm going to sneak attack' on your face, little detective." Suemitsu Sosuke held his hand and put the snowball back in his palm, "Use your wrist."

He held the child's thin wrist and used his strength to throw the snowball at a tricky angle.

Edogawa Conan's eyes were shining, and before he could say anything, he saw the man who had just taught him seriously turned his head and continued to talk to Tsukiyama Asari, as if the two of them had not communicated just now.

"Conan!"

The gritted voice of Mouri Ran came from the side. The boy just remembered something and looked up stiffly.

The snowball that flew out of his hand just now hit the back of Mao Lilan's head, and the snow on her head was stained. The girl grabbed the snow next to her and pressed it into a snowball, "You're done!" "

Wait a minute, Xiaolan sister!"

While everyone was laughing and looking at the two of them, Kasugawa Shugo quickly rolled up a snowball and hit Matsuda Jinpei's curly hair accurately.

The latter quickly counterattacked, but the flying snowball was dodged by the chestnut-haired man too quickly, and hit Amuro Toru's face who was talking to Morobushi Kagemitsu.

The blond-haired, dark-skinned man showed an especially sly smile, picked up a pile of snow from the ground and chased after him.

"Hahaha, Xiao Zhenping, you also have a day... Wow!" Hagiwara Kenji who was watching nearby was covered with snow, "Snow... Amuro, you are finished!"

"Hey! You hit me!"

"Die, you guy with an aim that can reach the Atlantic Ocean!"

In the end, somehow the sneak attack turned into a big fight, and even the peaceful Asuka Kiri was attacked by several people with snowballs. After they found that Suemimitsu Sosuke, who had never been attacked by sneak attacks, accurately caught the snowballs that were accidentally hit by them, an unwritten rule was added to the snowball fight:

whoever can successfully sneak attack Suemimitsu Sosuke, will... be considered awesome.

I don't know how this sentence ignited everyone's fighting spirit. Being stared at by several people with sharp eyes, Suemitsu Sosuke almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face. In the end, he could only nod helplessly and agreed to what they called the big competition.

Just think of it as a good exercise... your next door will definitely hurt tomorrow after catching so many snowballs.

After nodding in agreement, there was indeed a faint laughter from the side.

Okiya Subaru turned his head slightly and concealed the smile on his face a little, in return, he received a cold snort from Amuro Toru who was not far away. He felt that this scene was somewhat familiar just now. Now that he thought about it, it was the same scene as the one in the training ground at that time, when the five noisy members of the second team pestered the captain to have a "honor duel".

Conan Edogawa quickly joined the battlefield. He ran past Toyokawa Norika and Satake Chiki who were chatting and laughing nearby, rolled up a snowball and joined the army that was attacking his teacher.

The wound on Kasugawa Shugo's hand hadn't healed yet, and he wasn't ready to add more burden to this "besieged" vest, so he simply ran to Tsukiyama Asari's side.

"Kacha--"

At the moment the sound rang out, Kasugawa Shugo's face changed, and he hid behind Tsukiyama Asari in an instant. He was still wearing a hat with a circle of fur on his coat, and only a little bit of the white fur was visible in front of the camera.

As if infected by the happy atmosphere here, the proprietress picked up a camera not far away and took a photo of them.

"Sorry--" After Norika Toyokawa put down the camera, the chestnut-haired man hurried over and said, "Can you try to avoid me when taking pictures? I'm really embarrassed to say this, because of some accidents when I was a child, I'm now very afraid of being pointed at the camera. Also... can you delete the photos of me in it?"

His face was a little pale, and his eyes avoided the camera in the woman's hand. He looked like he was really resistant to taking pictures or photos, which made Norika Toyokawa apologize repeatedly, delete the photos and then give them to him for inspection.

"I'm so sorry!"

"No, no, it's okay." The chestnut-haired man took the too heavy camera from her hand with a smile, "But I have no problem taking pictures. Do you need me to take pictures of you?"

He smiled and pointed at the two people. Satake Tomoki was stunned for

a moment and stammered, "No... I..." "Okay." Toyokawa Norika smiled and moved closer to him, looking at the camera, "Please take these two snowmen in the picture."

Satake Tomoki's face turned red, and his eyes under the dull glasses glanced at the woman and quickly looked away as if they were burned. He tried to smile at the camera, looking a little silly.

Kasugawa Shugo couldn't help but laugh. After showing the two people the photos, he lowered his head and asked, "Excuse me, can you lend me your camera?"

"Of course, it's for guests."

"Thank you." He smiled and picked up the camera. He took a few photos of the people having fun in the ski resort before putting the camera down and joining the battle.

It was unknown how long this big fight lasted until Shibagaki Shoichiro opened the door and shouted to them, "Dear guests, lunch is almost ready."

The people who had just attacked each other took a breath on the snow, pulled each other up, and walked towards the hotel.

"Sonoko, what are you making?" Ran Maori suddenly realized that her friend hadn't come to attack her for a long time, so she quickly searched around and finally saw Suzuki Sonoko, who was concentrating on drawing something on the snowman with a branch.

"Wait a minute... Good! It's done." The short-haired girl smiled and waved at her, "Come and see my masterpiece. You can recognize who it is at a glance, right?"

Hearing this, the long-haired girl ran over in a few steps and laughed as soon as she saw the front of the snowman.

The cartoon facial features were simply drawn on it with a branch dipped in the coal that Shibagaki Shoichiro had brought out and ground into powder. Whether it was the dotted eyes or the mouth drawn with a straight line, no emotions could be seen. At a glance, it was recognized that it was a guy who couldn't make expressions.

"It really looks like that!"

"Of course, I'm the master of making snowmen, Sonoko." Suzuki Sonoko laughed with her hands on her hips, and then she realized, "By the way, why was Xiaolan so anxious to find me just now?"

"Oh, yes, because Mr. Shibagaki said he was going back to eat." The girl then remembered the purpose of her visit. "I wonder what's for lunch today. Mr. Shibagaki's cooking is really delicious."

"That's right!" The short-haired girl's eyes lit up instantly. "Let's go!"

The two held hands and walked towards the door. Before they were halfway there, Mao Lilan suddenly stopped.

She looked back and saw that the previous snowmen had turned into several piles of messy snow in the snowball fight. Only the snowman that Suzuki Sonoko had just built stood far away from the battlefield. The expressionless face that was very characteristic of Xiao Wu was facing the dark forest behind. From the girl's perspective, she could only see its round back.

She turned her head and looked not far away. The adults who had just been in the snowball fight were walking together. Amuro Toru had somehow started talking to Suemitsu Sosuke. The two were chatting about something at the door.

Apart from the crowd, Asuka Kiri was standing on the snow farther away from the gate. It seemed that his sight was attracted by the black birds flying in the woods. Snow fell on his thick white eyelashes, and as he blinked, it turned into water droplets and rolled down from his eyelashes.

It's hard to describe this feeling. Mao Lilan put her hand on her chest and felt a slight pain in her heart. It was as if no one could really get close to him and understand the world in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Xiaolan?"

"Well... I was just thinking..." Maori Ran pointed at the snowman in front of her, "It must be lonely for the snowman to stay there alone, right?"

Suzuki Sonoko, who had been worried, laughed out loud. She patted her friend's shoulder vigorously, "Are you worried about this? It's just a snowman, right? Xiaolan is really cute."

Before Maori Ran could say anything, she was dragged outside by the short-haired girl. She staggered and said anxiously, "Hey, Sonoko, where are you going!"

"Of course we should make a few more!" Suzuki Sonoko dragged him all the way to the snowman, pointed at the three-no snowman with a smile, "Make Xiaolan here, and I'll be here. That Kudo guy barely allowed him to attend such a grand occasion, so I must make him uglier! And that kid with glasses, put him in the lower right corner, and Asari-san, stand behind Komiri."

Looking at her friend's look, Maori Ran also waved her arms vigorously, "Okay!"

Tsukiyama Asari was seriously shaking the snow off Kasugawa Shugo's hat. This guy who often caused high blood pressure in his friends was retaliated badly in the melee just now. Anyway, everyone attacked indiscriminately. Those guys who had extraordinary physical strength since the police academy were not afraid of being discovered by the people in the hotel that they knew each other. They acted in an orderly manner and launched a massive crusade against Kasugawa Shugo.

When they finally called a halt, there was still a thick layer of snow in the hat of this unlucky guy.

The black-haired man stretched out his hand, and Kasugawa Shugo quickly cooperated by lowering his head, allowing the other party to pat off the snowflakes on his chestnut curly hair and shake off the snow in his hat. It

's really cold.

Seeing that no one around noticed what was happening here, Tsukiyama Asari directly put his cold hand into the warm neck of the man in front of him. The latter shrank his neck due to the cold, but did not dodge.

The chestnut-haired man shrank his neck, stretched out his hand to grab the other's wrist, and stuffed the cold hands a little further down his clothes to touch the warmer and hot skin under the clothes.

Good, it's warm now! This method of warming hands is really fast.

Soon the originally cold hands warmed up. Tsukiyama Asari squinted his eyes, and after the other party released his wrist, he took his hand out with satisfaction.

Kasugawa Shugo, who was used as a hand warmer, quickly got the new way of warming his hands. After Tsukiyama Asari pulled his hand out, he quickly ran to the police academy team who were shaking off the snow at the door next to him.

"Go back and take a hot bath. Be careful not to get a fever again." Seeing him coming over, Zhu Fu Jingguang said hurriedly, as if he regretted attacking the patient with others after the situation calmed down. "How do you feel now? Do you have a headache?" "It doesn't hurt,

it doesn't hurt--" The chestnut-haired man looked at the people next to him and decided to pick the softest one among them. "But I feel a little dizzy."

"Dizzy?" The man who was still wearing disguise frowned and walked over. As soon as he stretched out his hand to touch the other's forehead, he felt a chill on his neck.

"Hahaha, you've been fooled!" Knowing that Jingguang would not dodge like he did when he warmed Asari's hands, he quickly rubbed his hands against the other's skin the moment he put his hands in, and quickly rushed out after the other's reaction.

"Kasugagawa Shugo!" Morofu Jingguang gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice, clenched his fists and ran after the guy. Who knew that after running a few steps, there was a sound of "snap", and the chestnut-haired man who had just been smug about his prank tripped on a small piece of frozen snow and fell into the thick fluffy snow.

The others laughed out loud without disguising.

Hearing the low noises all around, Kasugawa Shugo let himself shut himself in the snowdrift for a while. When he was picked up by the others, he was covered in snow again. Tsukiyama Asari, who had just patted him and felt the snowflakes, saw the snow all over the man's hat and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

If he had known, he wouldn't have been so naughty.

He sighed and continued to pat the man's clothes. It was not until he cleared the snow off his hat that he realized what was going on and turned to look outside, "Ran, Sonoko - be careful to catch a cold if you keep playing."

"Right away, right away -"

"What are you doing?" Hagiwara Kenji was attracted by the conversation between the two sides and couldn't help but leaned in to ask.

"It's all because of this guy Lan. He said that we can't let the little mist snowman stay here alone." Suzuki Sonoko was concentrating on drawing something on the face of the snowman in front of her, "So we're going to make more."

"Then I'll do it too--"

The tall man with semi-long hair walked over, bent down and looked at their unformed snowmen, "You made a really good one, let me see... then I'll make one here!"

Because of Hagiwara Kenji's words, the few people who were originally preparing to enter the room joined the army of making snowmen.

"What is this?!" Matsuda Jinpei pointed at his own snowman with a sullen face. Hagiwara Kenji and Kasugawa Shugo had painted two black frames on it with carbon powder, one on the left and one on the right. From a distance, it really looked a bit like sunglasses. "It looks too weird."

"Just be content." Amuro Toru's voice came from the other side. He stood in front of the snowman pile with his arms folded, looking at the snowman representing himself, which was covered with carbon powder all over. He felt the veins on his forehead throbbing, "What do I look like in your eyes?"

"There's nothing we can do. Only toner can be used. Don't pick it." Kasugawa Shugo responded casually, turned his gaze to Date Kou, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Captain, let me use the toothpick."

Soon, a snowman with thick eyebrows and a toothpick in his mouth appeared. The other snowman next to him also had a prominent upturned eye tail drawn, which looked very different from the disguised Morobushi Kagemitsu.

The chestnut-haired man walked away and looked at it for a while. He was very satisfied with his work. "As expected of me! It's a perfect masterpiece."

Matsuda Jinpei sneered at this remark. He lowered his head and looked at the snowman in front of him, which looked particularly stupid with a pair of round eyes painted on it. He then enlarged the eyes with a branch.

"Are my eyes this big?" Kasugawa Shugo walked over and circled his eyes with his fingers to gesture. "It looks stupid to draw it like this."

"Do you need to draw big eyes to show this?" The blond-haired and dark-skinned man asked mercilessly.

On the other side, Suzuki Sonoko nudged the white-haired boy who was looking down at the snowman next to him and said with a smile, "How is it? The one we made looks a lot like Asari-san, right?" "

Hmm..." Asuka Mizuki lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the snowman behind him for a while. Although the facial features were just simple strokes drawn with a branch dipped in carbon powder, he felt a sense of warmth for some reason. "Very similar."

He smiled slightly, and dimples were faintly visible on his side face.

Tsukiyama Asari took the small stick from Maori Ran's hand and drew a small stickman in the lower right corner.

[Hmm?]

'Make it neater, I'll add A-miao later.'

[That's unnecessary. If someone asks what this stickman is, how will you explain it? 】

Before the system finished speaking, the two girls surrounding the snowman turned around and asked in confusion, "Who does this matchstick man represent? Is it Asari-san's friend?"

"Yes, it's a pen pal I've been in touch with for a long time." Tsukiyama Asari smiled and built another small snowman under his own snowman, and drew glasses frames on it with branches, "Okay."

Suzuki Sonoko wanted to ask something else, but was stopped by Mao Lilan next to him. The long-haired girl looked at him with some concern, but still said nothing.

"By the way, we haven't drawn the facial features on Mr. Suemitsu's snowman yet!"

The girls who had just built a snowman for the gentleman who had been sitting in the wheelchair suddenly remembered something. The two of them worked hard on the snowman for a long time, but because they didn't know each other well, they only drew simple facial features. The snowman that was Okiya Subaru had glasses that looked more like him, and a pair of squinty eyes under the glasses.

"I can't tell the features at all..." the short-haired girl complained with a puffy face.

"Sister Sonoko!" Edogawa Conan looked up at the snowman, then turned to Suzuki Sonoko and asked for carbon powder and branches, "I want to draw it, too!"

Several people gathered around him in an instant, even Suemikatsu Sosuke, who had not intended to participate, cast his eyes on him.

After the young detective used branches to deepen the facial features, he dipped a little carbon powder on his index finger and quickly smeared it under the snowman's eyes like a thief, creating obvious and deliberate dark circles under the eyes.

Mao Lilan turned her head to look at the black-haired man sitting in the wheelchair, then turned her head to look at the snowman, suppressed a laugh and whispered, "Shen Yun is really similar..."

... His fists were stiff.

Suemitsu Sosuke lowered his head and met the gaze of Conan Edogawa, and with a deliberately cold face, he stretched out his hand to the other party.

The young detective lowered his head like an elementary school student who was caught in class and handed the branch in his hand to him.

He thought that the other party was going to throw the branch away or hit him on the head, but he didn't expect that his usually taciturn teacher turned to the snowman pile next to him, took the branch and drew a few strokes on the snowman that only had glasses, representing himself, and added a lot of things under the snowman of Okiya Subaru.

Mao Li Ran and Suzuki Sonoko quickly stepped forward.

"It really looks like it! By the way, what is that thing of Mr. Okiya... It looks like... beef stew? As expected, when I think of Mr. Okiya, I think of beef stew."

"It's exactly the same as this arrogant kid."

"Huh?"

Edogawa Conan hurried over to take a look. The facial features of the snowman have been completed by the other party. The classic half-moon eyes are matched with a helpless and speechless expression. The sense of déjà vu is really strong.

"Teacher!"

The little detective turned around and complained, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel happy because of the other party's humane "little revenge". Before he could say anything, he heard Asakawa Nami in the hotel calling out loudly.

"Lunch is ready--"

"Coming right up!" the man with chestnut curly hair responded immediately, fiddling with the camera in his hand and calling out, "Are you ready?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Suzuki Sonoko quickly tidied up her messy short hair, and then took the arm of Mao Lilan who was smiling and making a photo gesture beside her.

Edogawa Conan held onto Suemitsu Sosuke's wheelchair, and a few seconds before pressing the shutter, he turned his head and looked, firmly and seriously covering his small hand on the other's scarred, cold back of the hand. Suemitsu Sosuke paused for a moment, but did not dodge.

Subaru Okiya pondered for a long time at the beef stew pot drawn with branches under his snowman. He was a little doubtful about what impression this identity left on others. He stood facing the camera only after hearing the chestnut-haired man's call.

Tsukiyama Asari wiped the snow off the shoulders of the man in the wheelchair with his hands, and simply put his hand on it. The white-haired boy standing next to him also looked up, with Hagiwara Kenji's hand stretched out on his head. The

man with semi-long hair was hooked by Matsuda Jinpei next to him, and he bent slightly in a rather wolfish manner, looking at the camera with a smile. The two were hugged from behind by Date Kou. Amuro Toru and Morofushi Kagemitsu, who could not make intimate gestures in the photo, stood next to the others, very close, but just stood there looking at the camera.

"It's time to take a photo!" Kasugawa Shugo waved at them and raised the camera, "3, 2, 1——"

"Click."

With the sound of the shutter, the smiling people and the strange snowmen of various shapes in front of them were forever frozen in the photo. The chestnut-haired man lowered his head and looked at the photo carefully.

Five friends who had rarely seen each other in seven years gathered together with their friends. There was no separation of life and death, only the white snow, the snowmen that seemed to have nothing to do with the dangerous jobs of several people, the hotel with steaming hot air and the smell of rice, and the blue and gentle sky in the distance.

Kasugawa Shugo smiled and shook his head, muttering softly.

"It's SSR."

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7.3 has been revised~