Chapter 139

From their current position, they could just see the accident scene. It was said that the driver had a heart attack while driving, which caused the car to lose control and crash into the fire hydrant.

The driver has now been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Traffic police arrived quickly and set up a cordon at the scene of the accident. The broken fire hydrant is also being dealt with urgently.

As soon as Kono Seiryoshi sat down on the bench, he saw Conan, relying on his short stature to avoid the adults' sight, sneakily climbed into the driver's seat of the car that had the accident.

Kono Seiryoshi, who witnessed this scene, said: "..."

With mixed feelings, he turned his gaze to Okiya Subaru, who was standing on the side with his arms folded. He didn't seem to notice Conan's behavior, and his eyes were still narrowed under the lens, and his expression could not be seen.

Gongye Shengliang hesitated and said, "Well, is it okay to leave the child alone?"

Okiya Subaru smiled at him without any anxiety, "Conan is very smart, and the police are here too, nothing will go wrong."

As if to confirm his words, Kono Seiryoshi happened to catch a glimpse of a policeman carrying Conan out of the car as if it was nothing unusual.

How come everyone is so skilled...

He hesitated and decided not to speak.

"Having said that, it's fortunate that Kono-kun didn't suffer any injuries in the accident just now."

A gentle voice sounded in front of him. Realizing that Okiya Subaru was talking to him, Kono Seira was startled and nodded politely: "Yes."

Before he finished speaking, the brown-haired young man suddenly took a half step closer and gave a serious suggestion: "But your complexion is still very bad. Even if you are not injured, you should go back and rest for a few more days."

He suddenly remembered something halfway through his speech and said sympathetically, "If you can't drive for the time being, do you want me to call a car to take you home?"

Okiya Subaru spoke with sincerity and concern, a typical enthusiastic citizen of Beika Town, and seemed to care from the bottom of his heart. For someone who had just been in a car accident and was still in PTSD, it was like timely help.

“…”

Kono Seira blinked slowly.

After two seconds, he narrowed his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his originally pale face.

When one's clear eyes without any impurities look intently into another person's eyes, it is easy for one to ignore everything around them.

Subaru Okiya's heart trembled, and after a brief trance, several doubtful thoughts flashed through his mind.

The next second, a beautiful young man who looked very similar to the organization's codename "Vin Santo" smiled at him warmly:

"Mr. Okiya, have we met somewhere before?"

A certain FBI agent whose current name is Subaru Okiya, whose real name is Shuichi Akai, whose former name is Dai Moroboshi, and whose code name is abandoned Rye Whiskey: "..."

Shouldn't he be the one to say this? He has changed his appearance now!

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"We seem to have met somewhere before." This is one of the top ten clichés in human history. As soon as Subaru Okiya said this, he seemed to be embarrassed. Before he could say anything, the system jumped out as if stimulated by something, and excited waves appeared on its body: [Contractor, do you really think he looks familiar? !]

Kono Seiyoshi confessed: [I was just talking nonsense.]

The system that was originally planning to eat melons passionately: [……]

Gong Ye Shengliang thought about it and said honestly: "I always feel that he is too enthusiastic, but there is no evidence, so he just picked a random topic to fool people."

The advantage of saying this is that if it is denied, the topic can be ended smoothly, but if the other party admits it, then things become interesting.

But judging from the system's reaction, could it be that they had really seen it before, but he had no impression of it? That shouldn't be the case.

He hadn't felt any movement from the illusion along the way, so it seemed more likely that it was a physical method. He glanced thoughtfully at Okiya Subaru's high-collared shirt.

After a while, Subaru Okiya pushed up his glasses and laughed heartily: "Haha, I guess not."

He said half jokingly and half seriously, "If I ever meet someone like you, I will never forget it."

Kono Seira smiled politely in response, "Mr. Okiya, you are joking."

I don't know why, but I had a feeling it wasn't a good thing to say, so I rejected it first.

The car hit a fire hydrant and according to regulations, identity information needed to be registered. Seeing the police officer who had just handled the scene walking towards this side, Okiya Subaru said goodbye to him tactfully, but did not mention helping again before leaving.

Seeing that he was almost gone, Kono Seiyoshi handed his international driver's license and passport to the police. Fortunately, they did not get wet.

The policewoman in the uniform cap exclaimed in surprise: "Italy?" After she came to her senses, she immediately apologized and explained: "Since you speak Japanese so fluently, I thought you were a native of Japan."

She said it politely, but Kimino Seiryoshi knew it was because neither his appearance nor his name looked like an Italian.

He smiled and said, "I was in Japan when I was in middle school."

During the conversation, there was a commotion outside, and the policewoman's walkie-talkie on her chest was filled with noise. She picked up the walkie-talkie in confusion and was about to ask, but when she saw something, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Matsuda-kun! Are the people from the Investigation Section 1 here too?"

Gongye Shengliang froze.

Matsuda is a very common surname.

But he didn't dare to look back and confirm who "Matsuda" from the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division was.

Sitting stiffly on the bench, he heard the rapid breathing caused by running from behind, and then he choked without warning when he got close to it.

"Only middle school?"

The hoarse voice remained silent for who knows how long - did he run all the way here?

The violent ups and downs of emotions in the conversation captured his entire attention, and for a moment, Kono Seiryoshi didn't hear what he said.

He turned around in a daze and was almost burned by the glaring red bloodshot in the pair of dark eyes.

Matsuda Jinpei's gaze was so strong that he could clearly feel it clinging to him, like an airtight net, entangling, tightening, and squeezing him from all directions.

Kouno Seira opened his mouth and said, "Matsuda...Officer."

The policewoman looked at Kono Seiyoshi in surprise, then at Matsuda Jinpei, and looked embarrassed, not knowing whether she should speak.

Jinpei Matsuda reached out for the passport, flipped it open and took a look. He seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it back and pulled the corner of his mouth apart.

"Were you only in Japan during middle school? What about other times?"

His tone was not really good, and even had a sense of déjà vu of interrogating a prisoner. If it was seen by bad media, it would be on the headlines of the newspapers the next day with the title "Police abuse their authority as officials."

The person being interrogated widened his golden eyes, revealing visible surprise and confusion. His lips moved slightly, leaving a deep bite mark, and then he pursed them tightly.

No answer, does it mean you can’t or you don’t want to?

The black-haired police officer laughed suddenly.

Jinpei Matsuda was not far from the scene where the police were called, and he had indeed run all the way here, but he suddenly stopped at this alley as if he was frozen in time.

A colleague from the Traffic Department lowered his head to register information with the person concerned. His eyes were fixed on the vague half of the profile, and there was a surprisingly familiar frown.

Matsuda Jinpei's breathing had gradually become steady. He expressionlessly took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. He then said hello to his stunned colleagues, "The rest of the class will be here soon."

"As for that, Gongye."

He read out the name on the passport word by word, paused for a moment, raised his eyes and looked deeply at the person opposite him.

"I remember that you seem to be related to a case. Can you go there and answer a few questions for me?"

Kono Seiryoshi had no doubt that he heard some gnashing of teeth.

He didn't dare to say anything and followed the police officer quietly. When they were the only two of them around, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly turned around, and before the fist arrived, Kono Seiryoshi closed his eyes subconsciously.

The expected pain did not come. Instead, his undried hair was roughly ruffled by a big hand.

"You know you've done something stupid, so you closed your eyes so I can punch you?"

Gong Ye Shengliang opened his eyes carefully and said, "You don't want to fight?"

Looking at his moist pupils under his trembling eyelashes, Matsuda Jinpei was speechless.

Why does this scene look like he is bullying people?

“…It’s not that cheap.”

Finally, he took off his sunglasses in despair, but his red eyes tried hard not to look at Gongye Shengliang, for fear that he would soften his heart and forgive him if he accidentally saw him.

——Then he hugged this bastard who had disappeared for three years without saying a word.

Kono Seiryoshi slowly hugged the black-haired police officer back and reached out to soothingly stroke the latter's bent back.

In silence, the regular sound close to the earlobe becomes more and more obvious.

He murmured softly: "...My heart is beating so fast."

Matsuda Jinpei said in a hoarse voice, "You too."