Chapter 170 Tomorrow Blooms

"I'll go out and take a look around." After the woman left, Iwama, who had a relaxed look on his face, suddenly became serious, "Damn... who knows if the police will come to our door? If anything happens, let's go first. Don't risk your life for such a small amount of money."

Archie snorted at his words and casually hit the man on the shoulder, "I saw you were very happy just now, but now you're scared?"

In conclusion, he did not refute Iwama's words, but went outside first, "I'll keep an eye on that woman, in case she..."

"I'll guard here." Iikawa said with his arms folded.

"Okay." Iwama responded. He was about to go outside when he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and stretched out his hand to the man who was half a head taller than him, "Let me touch your precious amulet. Whether I can escape safely today depends on it."

"Fuck you."

Ikawa cursed and stopped the other person's hand that was about to reach for the pendant on his neck. He picked up the lower end of the chain with his fingertips, pinched the bottom of the pendant in his hand, put it to his mouth, and kissed the long strip of decoration lightly, "This thing is only useful to me. Be careful that it will become a murderer in your place."

Having expected the result, Iwama just smiled and said, "Okay, I know you are reluctant to part with it. Isn't it just a gift from the temple?" I'm going to ask for a cigarette to hang around my neck every day someday."

The door closed again.

Hearing the footsteps outside getting farther and farther away, Ikawa casually stuffed the pendant into his clothes, and took out a cigarette box from his pocket. He opened it, but found that he had finished the last cigarette without knowing when, and then he looked annoyed.

He took a few steps forward, ignoring the hostile glare from the little boy on the side.

The man stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and said, "It's enough."

What do you mean it's enough?

Conan Edogawa was stunned. He thought the words were said to himself, but the incoherent words came out of nowhere. Before the boy could respond, he saw the chestnut-haired police officer next to him, who he had been worried about for a long time, suddenly stopped all his trembling movements.

Not only that, Kasugawa Shugo raised his head and winked at the stunned boy with his round honey-colored eyes when he felt the boy's gaze.

.......Ah???

"Hehe! How is it, good acting, right?" The chestnut-haired man added when he saw that the boy still didn't react. He wanted to say something else, but he felt a pain in the place where he was hit.

Oikawa pulled out a bandage from somewhere and blocked the wound under the cover of his clothes, barely stopping the bleeding.

Edogawa Conan only saw the chestnut-haired police officer who had the time to wink at him, but his expression froze after being touched by the arm of the mercenary in front of him, and he lowered his head as if running away, without any facial contact with the mercenary.

...What a weird atmosphere.

It seems that the drug injected into Officer Kasugawa was not the drug that the woman said. It might have been replaced by the person who took the drug. But why did the mercenary in front of him help them...

Did he suddenly feel guilty?

The boy silently complained in his heart, and inexplicably felt that he was really redundant here.

But as long as Kasugawa Shugo is okay, it's a blessing.

Kasugawa Shugo, who had been worried about by the little detective for a long time, lowered his head and coughed twice, smacked his mouth which still had a strange sweet taste, and finally realized that the atmosphere was too awkward, and reluctantly brought up a topic, "Glucose?"

The chestnut-haired man was very familiar with this taste, which made people's throats seem to be choked with sweetness. For a long period of his childhood, his parents, who were not very reliable, gave him candy as a "meal substitute" for other children.

In the narrow rental house, a boy with chestnut curly hair would knock open the glucose found in the waist pocket of his father's combat uniform, pour it into a glass, and then add boiled water from an old kettle to make a "sugar water" with a faint sweet taste.

It was a familiar taste. However, this was the first time he drank such a high concentration. When the woman put the liquid in the injection into his mouth, he almost thought he was going to die from the sweetness.

Iikawa responded softly. From his angle, he could only see the hairy hair of the half-hanging man. Because Kasugawa Shugo was out of sight, he could look at the other person without restraint. It is hard

to tell what has changed. Anyway, he is an adult. When Kasugawa Shugo was a child, there was not much baby fat on the side of his face. Now, after leaving the orphanage, the little meat that was fed by Tsukiyama Asari disappeared due to the high-intensity missions. In the eyes of Iikawa, who has never witnessed the period when he was a little rounder, there is no difference between him and when he was a child.

"Become a...policeman?" The man paused, and forced the name "cop" into his throat. His hands kept moving, loosening the hemp rope that was hanging his hands a little, and he didn't speak again until it was loose enough for Kasugawa Shugo to escape smoothly.

"Pretty good."

The words were said reluctantly.

This familiar police officer who could chat with an 80-year-old grandmother choked for a long time in front of this almost 50-year-old man and couldn't utter a word. He lowered his head and moved his wrist, which was strangled with a deep blood mark, and whispered, "...I think so too."

Iikawa threw the empty cigarette box on the ground, reached out to touch the cigarettes that he usually kept on his waist, but touched nothing.

The lonely cigarette ended up in Kasugawa Shugo's hand at some point.

After noticing the other side's gaze, the chestnut-haired man waved his hand without even looking up, and spun the thin pipe around between the officer's blood-stained fingers.

He took the tip covered in dust and blood into his mouth.

The mercenary touched his pocket with his backhand and found that the boy who was familiar with the location of all his belongings had even taken his lighter.

His hands are quite quick... Is taking things also part of the teaching in the police academy?

The man complained in his heart, turned around and walked to the corridor, closing the door from the outside.

"What is he doing..." The little detective in the corner spat out the cloth in his mouth, looked at the closed door, and couldn't help turning his head to ask.

"He went to the door. Someone will come and alert us." Kasugawa Shugo explained. He staggered when he stood up and barely supported himself by leaning against the wall.

The chestnut-haired police officer came over and picked up the little boy, untying the cloth that tied his hands behind his back.

Edogawa Conan didn't understand the situation at all, "How do you know he went to..."

"Because no one knows him better than me." Kasugawa Shugo pursed his lips, "If he hasn't changed much in all these years."

His last sentence fell very lightly, and was covered by the dust in the air. Edogawa Conan didn't hear it clearly. He responded calmly and chose to believe the tall mercenary who just left like the chestnut-haired man in front of him.

Kasugawa Shugo ignored the dust on the ground that had not seen the light for who knows how long, and sat down next to the boy. Soon, the slight click of a lighter came from the quiet house.

The faint firelight lit up in the room, and the man holding the cigarette squinted his eyes. The face illuminated by the firelight showed an expression that was rarely seen on weekdays.

Conan Edogawa sat next to him, vaguely remembering that he had heard Officers Matsuda and Hagiwara mention this by chance during their conversation, that the chestnut-haired officer never smoked.

And he even hated the smell of tobacco.

Now the officer who hated tobacco sat on the ground, lit the cigarette in his mouth with the lighter he had "robbed" from the mercenary, and inhaled the nicotine into his lungs bit by bit.

"Tobacco is sometimes good." Facing the boy's puzzled gaze, Shugo Kasugawa explained, he took down the lit cigarette, and his body, which had countless internal injuries, collided with the cigarette, causing a strange pain, as if all the blood in his body had surged up.

So the chestnut-haired police officer, who was originally quite handsome, lowered his head and coughed hard several times, looking even more wolfish than before.

After the coughing subsided, Kasugawa Shugo added, "Although it hurts the body, it can make people sober. I really need this thing now."

The boy naturally knew it. His teacher once relied on this thing during high-intensity tasks and work, and developed an addiction that he couldn't quit, and also "poked a few holes" in his already well-worn lungs.

Officer Kurifa misunderstood Edogawa Conan's concern about this matter as concern about the current situation of the two. He spoke in a hoarse voice to comfort him, "Don't worry."

Kasugawa Shugo dragged out his voice and put all his weight on the hard wall behind him, "I gave Xiao Zhenping a secret signal in the video, he will definitely be able to see it."

"Secret code?" The boy immediately recalled that when the police officer was being filmed, his hands had indeed been rubbing the rope that bound him. He had thought that this was a subconscious reaction of Kasugawa Shugo because of the pain, but he didn't expect it to be a secret code.

"They filmed me for so long, it must not be in vain...hiss." When he said this, he accidentally pulled the wound on the side of his face, and couldn't help but gasp because of the pain. "The hand is really strong."

Edogawa Conan's eyes fell on the man's left cheek full of red marks, and he frowned. He didn't have anything on him to treat the wound. Only the handkerchief that Mao Lilan gave him when he went out could barely wipe off the bacteria and blood on the surface.

"No, they will probably come back soon. If the blood on your face is gone, they will be suspicious. I'm afraid I will have to tie you up again in a while." The chestnut-haired man looked at the handkerchief that obviously belonged to a girl and couldn't help but smile a little. "Soon, the senior will give the corresponding code in the reply. When we connect, we can go out."

At present, the only time that I can buy for him is probably this adjustment time of unknown length.

"Don't worry, don't worry - anyway, I will definitely let you go out safely, little boy." Kasugawa Shugo said with a smile, "Now let me... rest for a while."

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