Chapter 175 Tomorrow Blooms
"Officer Kasugagawa?" After Edogawa Conan came over, he immediately checked on Kasugagawa Shugo. The latter waved his hand at him, indicating that he was fine.
"You are quite skilled. Don't be a detective in the future. How about coming to the police academy?" The chestnut-haired man was not stingy with his praise. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's soft hair, then stood up by supporting himself on the ground. He felt a little dizzy only after he stood up straight.
Conan Edogawa, who was already surrounded by police from all sides, did not respond to this. He searched on the bodies of the people who were knocked unconscious on the ground, and finally found some medicines. He quickly stuffed them all to the standing police officer, "Hurry up and treat the wounds."
Kasugawa Shugo had removed the cloth tape that was blocking the wounds. He was so focused on the fight that he completely forgot that there was a gunshot on his body. As soon as he exerted force, blood spurted out. I don't know how many precious red blood cells were lost in the fight just now. Anyway, there was a pool of blood on his wet light-colored clothes, which was wet into a large area and looked very wet.
He rubbed his half-wet hair embarrassedly, took the things from the little detective, and sat back on the ground as soon as he stood up, spread all these aside, and took off his wet clothes.
"We have to go to the rooftop first." Kasugawa Shugo squeezed the clothes soaked in water and blood, squeezing out blood all over the floor, and then he had to face the fact that this clothes could not be worn at all.
His voice was hoarse when he spoke, and his throat, which had not drunk water for a day, was repeatedly pinched and released in a vicious way not long ago. The scar on his throat, which was already faint, was surrounded by a light red, making the scar, which was already a little scary, look even more terrifying.
He was not going to rush out with his upper body naked to meet the large army coming to rescue him, right? Kasugawa Shugo knitted his brows in confusion, and felt a little heart-attacked when he thought of that scene. His hands did not stop moving at all, and he wiped the blood around the wound with alcohol cotton, and then tore off the bandage.
The bandaging skills he had learned since childhood had improved by leaps and bounds in the past few years of working in the General Affairs Office. The chestnut-haired man lowered his head and concentrated on treating the wound, wondering if he would be in danger of bleeding, and whether he would be able to safely receive the meal made by Tsukiyama Asari after being kicked in the abdomen so many times. Before he could figure out the reason, his lips felt cold.
The chapped lower lip was slightly moistened by the water, and the thirsty throat that was about to smoke felt the water that was about to be poured into the mouth, and it boiled impatiently. Without shaking his head, Kasugawa Shugo looked up, and saw that Ikawa, who had been standing not far away, had just walked a few steps in front of him, untied the portable water bottle he had been carrying, and put the bottle mouth to his mouth.
Oh, there is water to drink, great!
The chestnut-haired man's mandarin orange eyes flashed, he pulled the gauze that he had wrapped half of it with one hand, reached out with the other hand to hold Ikawa's wrist holding the water bottle, and quickly took a big gulp of water.
This mouthful only slightly moistened the throat, and it seemed that before it went deeper, it was swallowed up by the dry surface on the way. Just when Kasugawa Shugo was about to take another mouthful, he felt that the front was empty. Ikawa moved back a little and took back the water bottle.
"......?" The chestnut-haired man looked up at the other party. He paused for a moment, and couldn't help but imitate Edogawa Conan who was silent after Ikawa came over, revealing a speechless half-moon eye, "Why, you don't want to give me more to drink."
His voice was a little better this time, and it didn't sound like it was squeezed out of sandpaper like before.
Ikawa glanced at him, his eyes did not fall on Kasugawa Shugo's face, but on the chestnut-haired man's upper body that was exposed after he took off his wet shirt.
The police officer didn't develop overly exaggerated muscles like his father. His muscles were perfectly combined into smooth lines, which were covered with dense scars. The scars left by knife wounds and bullets on his abdomen were covered with bruises of various sizes.
Iwama also contributed to this.
The mercenary not far behind Iikawa looked at the bruises on the chestnut-haired police officer's body, coughed softly, and looked away with a guilty conscience. He felt like there was a big knife hanging over his head, and it wouldn't be long before he would be killed by this taciturn father.
"Wait a minute before drinking." Iikawa slightly retracted his gaze from the scars and gave a simple explanation.
Kasugawa Shugo responded softly and couldn't help muttering in his heart.
Why not just tell him that he can't take in too much water right now, and that he has to take a sip, slow down, and then take the
next sip, and then hand him the water bottle and let him do it himself? Why do you have to hold it? Do you think he's a ten-year-old kid who won't listen and drink all the water in one breath? He puffed up his cheeks slightly, and felt the water bottle that was taken back by Ishikawa before being brought to his mouth again. This time, it seemed that the angle was not well controlled, and it was placed a little higher than before. The chestnut-haired man could only frown and raise his head, while wrapping his wound with gauze and wetting the water into his throat little by little.
This action exposed all the scars on his neck to Ishikawa's eyes.
There were two hideous scars on Kasugawa Shugo's throat. The first one was slightly crooked and the scar was already very shallow. When it overlapped with the second one, it formed a horizontal 'X' shape with a very narrow opening. The second one still had a hideous color. The man who had been a mercenary for decades knew at a glance that the knife that cut the opponent's throat was only a hair's breadth away from cutting through the trachea.
Ikawa paused slightly, pulled the kettle back a little, and closed the lid connected to the mouth of the kettle with one hand.
I don't know if it was subconscious or something, but when he withdrew his hand, he gently wiped off the few bloodstains that had not yet dried up on Kasugawa Shugo's face along the wound with the back of his hand.
The touch was so fleeting that the chestnut-haired man was stunned for a long time without reacting. He just accidentally touched himself when he was withdrawing his hand, or he really wanted to rub off the spots on his cheek.
Ikawa's movements were very light, so light that it didn't seem like the kind of movement that a mercenary who could crush other people's bones with his bare hands and smash the egg shells for a bowl of ordinary egg noodles into the noodle soup at home under the boy's sparkling eyes could do. After withdrawing his hand, he hung the kettle back on his waist where he kept various things, took off his coat and handed it over.
Kasugawa Shugo reached out to take it, quickly put it on himself and stood up from the ground. He was about 1.8 meters tall, which was considered tall, but the man next to him who was more than 20 years older than him was more than ten centimeters taller. In addition, because of his exaggerated muscles, he would buy a larger size of clothes, so this coat was actually loose on the chestnut-haired man.
The chestnut-haired police officer looked down at his somewhat loose coat, and glanced at the chest and abdominal muscles of Oikawa outlined by the lining after taking off the coat. He lowered his head and secretly lifted the coat, secretly touched his abdomen which was much inferior in comparison, and felt that he had lost miserably.
Damn it! Why on earth could some people have such exaggerated muscles? Even a guy as tall as Date Kou can't train them to this level. And after the squad leader gets married, he might develop a beer belly because of a happy married life... just like Inspector Megure!
"Officer Kasugawa." Conan Edogawa walked over and pulled the policeman's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "What's the code in the text message?"
The man who had just stood up squatted down again and whispered, "It's the factory structure. We are in the factory that collapsed due to the previous accident. The entrance and exit door has collapsed. They will enter from another factory and then come out through the roof. Let me wait for rescue with peace of mind."
"Wait for rescue with peace of mind?" The boy repeated his words in a low voice, feeling that the unconscious guys lying all around him were really eye-catching.
"After all, we can't just sit there and wait for death. Let's go to the rooftop and make peace with them. There should be other people in the building. It will be convenient for them to act if we find out clearly." Kasugawa Shugo winked at Edogawa Conan, his eyes sparkling and emitting honey rays. The latter took a step back with a twitch of his mouth , and couldn't help complaining in his heart.
From these short hours of getting along, he could already fully imagine the way this guy would act coquettishly and naughtily towards Tsukiyama after making a mistake.
"Let's go first." He turned his head while speaking, and saw Iwama looking away in embarrassment, pointing at the woman who was tied up and thrown in the corner of the house, as if asking her what to do about this.
"Stay here until you faint." Kasugawa Shugo stretched his back, thinking that he really didn't have the energy to run with the incapacitated prisoner, so he was ready to wait for Senior Takeda to connect with him smoothly, and then return to arrest him after he had completely controlled everyone in the factory.
Having said that, he took the lead and walked to the end of the corridor.
"Hey, how are we going to retreat later?" Iwama turned around and asked his partner after the chestnut-haired police officer and the little boy walked towards the stairs together, "Don't get caught and thrown in jail together."
"Go to the rooftop first." Ishikawa replied, "I'll definitely let you go then."
"Don't be so absolute. It's better to rely on your son to bring us prison meals three times a day than on you." Knowing that Ishikawa would not leave until he confirmed that the police officer was safe and the rescue team would be together, Iwama couldn't help but twitched his lips, and after saying something speechlessly, he followed with a gun in hand, "I really owe you."
"Oh yeah... I'll call senior first to report the situation." Kasugawa Shugo was taking Edogawa Conan with him, and when they were about to reach the staircase, he finally remembered this. He subconsciously touched his pocket, and actually touched his mobile phone with a broken screen but still working.
It seemed that after Oikawa showed him the message, he put the phone into his coat pocket.
It was quite convenient to find something convenient. The chestnut-haired man muttered this sentence in his heart, typed a familiar string of numbers on the screen, and pushed open the closed door at the staircase while waiting for the call to be dialed.
"...What is this?" Kasugawa Shugo's originally relaxed expression froze.
The moment he opened the door, he couldn't help coughing twice because of the smoke blowing in his face. The unlit staircase was full of pungent smells. The man used the screen to illuminate the road ahead a little, took a few steps up the stairs to the first floor with lights on, and finally saw the black smoke filling the entire corridor.
At the end of the corridor, there was a row of iron pipes with a diameter of about one meter, which looked like exhaust ducts. They continuously "spitted" something that looked like smoke into the factory.
Kasugawa Shugo frowned, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves in the corridor that was completely covered by these tiny particles that were difficult to identify with the naked eye, pulled Edogawa Conan who was walking beside him back a little, and then reached out to wipe the wall that was already stained with a layer of black.
It was easy to rub off, and turned into a thin layer of black ash on the fingertips. The man sniffed it closely, and the smell was still the same as in the corridor, a pungent and strange smell, but it was all mixed together, and it was impossible to identify what it was.
It was a bit like the powder of various metals, or the plastic particles used in the packaging of medicines produced by this pharmaceutical factory together with the medicine, or just ordinary carbon powder used as fuel.
Whatever it is, this level of saturation is not within the safe range...
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