Chapter 207 Winter is Coming
The man was wearing a well-made suit, but there seemed to be something wrong with his left foot. He walked with a limp and could only walk steadily like other people by relying on the heavy-looking cane in his hand.
Seeing the vigilant gazes of the two men, one large and one small, who were about to enter the door, the tall man took off his hat and placed it on his chest, bowing slightly to them, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kawashima Akiyoshi, and I'm a nobody. What I said just now is just some personal hobbies. Please don't take it to heart."
This kind of gentle and refined type easily reminds Tsukiyama Asari of the collector Matsuo Kazushi who is still in prison, but the feeling they give people is not quite the same. The black-haired man frowned slightly and pulled Edogawa Conan behind him a little, "Mr. Kawashima, may I ask what you mean by hobbies?"
"I personally like to study... as others say, study some strange things. Can I borrow your mask, the lower half of it?"
Feeling that the young detective was pulling him from behind, Tsukiyama Asari looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and took off the lower half of his mask and handed it to him carefully.
After the man took it, he placed his cane on the nearest place. After he touched the surface with his fingers covered with a thin web, he motioned to the two people who had been keeping a distance of more than one meter from him to come closer, "Look at this."
As his fingers traced on the mask, Tsukiyama Asari realized that the mask was not just a bunch of incomprehensible patterns. Apart from the lush flowers, plants and trees, the dim patterns gradually outlined a person kneeling on the ground, praying to the sky. For some reason, the ears of the person without a face on the mask were stretched, and it was unclear whether he had turned into a rabbit or a donkey.
"It corresponds exactly to the content of the poem." Kawashima Akiyoshi paused and returned the mask to the other party. "This ship is named 'Ship of Fools', and it happened to invite 111 guests. I thought everyone's mask might correspond to the fools in the poem one by one. Now it seems that this guess is not wrong..."
Does it correspond one by one to the fools in the poems?
Aroused some interest by these words, Tsukiyama Asari was not in a hurry to put on the half mask again. Instead, he held it in his hand and looked at the patterns carefully again, "Useless wishes, unnecessary desires...?"
"Yes, useless wishes, unnecessary desires... A fool with too many wishes." Kawashima Akiyoshi echoed. He picked up the cane that he had just leaned on the side and walked forward a little. He raised his head, and the 'eye' of a different color, which obviously did not belong to such a thing as an 'eyeball', was illuminated a little by the light, "...Sir, what kind of wishes do you have?"
I don't know if it was a problem of light and shadow, or simply the three-choice death lighting, but when he said this, his smiling face was mostly blocked by the shadows, and only the unique eye was flashing, which made Tsukiyama Asari uncontrollably take a step back.
It's so scary just from a normal perspective, I wonder how it will be drawn in the comics...
Not paying attention to the other party's retreat, this standard three-choice candidate continued to talk to himself, "Everyone on this ship has more or less unknown desires. Maybe some people are looking forward to eternal life that only exists in myths... What about you, do you also want eternal life?"
Edogawa Conan With his brows furrowed, the last time he saw someone talking to himself like this was the slightly crazy researcher. Because these two guys with the same characteristics brought up a past memory, the boy's face darkened. He held Tsukiyama Asari's hand tightly, not wanting to continue to get entangled here, but the man in front of him obviously also met the characteristics of Rum mentioned before. If he left like this, he would miss a lot of clues.
If he was alone, he would definitely continue to talk to the other party, and even find an opportunity to invite the other party to act with him, and lead him to Okiya Subaru or Amuro Toru, who are more familiar with Rum than him. But now there is only the black-haired man who should not be dragged into it by his side. The little detective frowned and was about to find an excuse to leave together, when he felt Tsukiyama patting the back of his hand soothingly.
"No, I don't want this." The man holding the child quickly responded after putting on the mask with his free hand, and it didn't seem that these words aroused much emotion.
"Really... With wealth, you want status, and with status, you want to hold all of these firmly in your hands, and look forward to eternal life, over and over again, endlessly. In this way, this mask is suitable for most people here... But it seems that you are still not ready for this." Kawashima Akiyoshi narrowed his eyes and tapped the ground with his cane, "Or do you have other wishes?"
Tsukiyama Asari lowered his eyes.
If he must say, his biggest wish from beginning to end was only one, which was to complete the most important mission of this time. Compared with eternal life, this wish did not seem to be a big deal... Or, the "perfect ending" was originally an overly greedy wish.
While he was thinking, the man finally found a line of sight that had been looking at him. He lowered his head and saw the blue eyes of the boy beside Tsukiyama Asari's legs from under the mask. The boy only wore the upper part of the mask, and his serious expression could be seen from the half of his face that was exposed.
"Hmm? Are you interested in my eyes?" Kawashima Akiyoshi raised his eyebrows, thinking that the other party was looking at his obvious artificial eyes. "That happened a long time ago. Since then, I replaced it with this useless glass product. Does it look a bit scary?"
Edogawa Conan shook his head, and then he felt that the line of sight on his eyes moved a little towards the pattern.
"Bad luck...?" The man frowned and looked at the pattern on it carefully. "The mask on the kid's face is actually bad luck... Have you brought a lot of trouble to the people around you?"
The boy paused, and couldn't help twitching his mouth. Recalling the emotion that Inspector Megure felt every time he saw him and Maori Kogoro at the crime scene, he couldn't help reaching out to touch the mask on his face.
Before his fingertips touched the cold surface of the mask, he felt the hand he and Tsukiyama were holding together become heavier. The black-haired man, who had always been calm and showed no obvious emotions no matter what the other party said, was now completely angry. The anger in his voice could be heard.
"He has never brought bad luck or trouble to anyone."
Edogawa Conan couldn't help turning his head to look at the man next to him.
Tsukiyama Asari gritted his teeth, his raised eyebrows hidden under the mask, but anger could still be seen in his light eyes, "If there is nothing else, please allow me to leave first."
"Okay, sorry, it seems that I shouldn't say that. As compensation, how about I treat this kid to some juice, at the bar downstairs."
Kawashima Akiyoshi ended the topic in time and apologized to the boy who was not even as tall as his waist, but the invitation was very firm, "I just overheard you guys chatting, and you are going to that bar too, right? At this time, those alcoholic guys should not have arrived yet, and the atmosphere is also suitable for children. Please come this way."
No, there should be an old drunkard there now.
Edogawa Conan didn't know whether he should be alert or complain first. Seeing that the other party was pushing himself to Okiya Subaru, he also wanted this person to shift his attention away from Tsukiyama Asari, so he nodded and agreed.
The three of them walked to the bar quickly. As Edogawa Conan secretly complained in his heart just now, Maori Kogoro came to the bar after lunch, and at this moment he was talking loudly to the curly-haired girl next to him in the booth. Okiya Subaru did not choose to sit next to him, but sat alone at the bar with a third of a glass of whiskey in his hand.
But in addition to them, there was actually another person who had not been added before.
The old man who looked a little old was sitting next to Maori Kogoro's booth. He held a glass of wine in his hand, but there was no trace of old age in his voice. He touched the well-mixed wine in his hand with the full glass of draft beer in the hands of the famous detective, and sighed, "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Maori on this ship. I admire you very much."
"Mauri Kogoro?" Kawashima Akiyoshi read the name lightly, but did not choose to go up and talk to him immediately. He allowed the somewhat willful boy to take himself and the man who had been led to a position a little beside the graduate student who was drinking, saying that he "liked the high-legged seats at the bar.
" "I want to drink orange juice." The boy looked up and said to the dark-skinned man in a waiter's uniform who was wiping the wine glass. The boy noticed Amuro's dark skin and blond hair before he came in.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The public security officer who had been working part-time nodded at him slightly, and after noticing that there was a man next to him with one eye that was obviously different, he gave the boy a 'well done' look. He slowly poured the iced juice into the glass and asked, "What would these two gentlemen like to drink?"
Kawashima Akiyoshi simply ordered a Long Island iced tea, and then chatted with the boy next to him in a gentle manner. They were all trivial matters. He picked out some of his own collections that the child would be interested in and told him about them. Edogawa Conan also cooperated very well. The two chatted for a while, and the Long Island iced tea he had just ordered was pushed in front of him by a hand covered with a thin glove.
"Long Island Iced Tea." The voice was very soft and emotionless, but this short sentence made the man who had been quite gentle just now suddenly frown.
Kawashima Akiyoshi raised his head and met the cold gray eyes under the double mask. He suddenly smiled and pushed the prepared wine back, "This glass of wine, please drink it, Mr. Bartender." The
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