CONAN: I have a compositing station

Chapter 81

Heavy snow, crows.

Pedestrians, familiar rice flower streets.

Porsche 356A on.

Gin and vodka sat in the car.

Natsuki led Xiao Mo home after shopping for winter items, and happened to pass by.

[The game is over.]

[Well, you should wake up from your dream, too.] [

Celebrate our reunion.]

In the car, Gin Jiu slowly passed by through the reflector and watched the figures of Natsuki and Xiao Moi.

[Let's celebrate with the bright red color like your favorite rose.] [

How, Shirley?] [

And the guy who helped you hide your identity...] Gin

Jiu was smoking a cigarette, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

Porsche's doors push open.

Gin wine got out of the car, and the Beretta 92F was taken out by him in an upright manner.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the smile at the corner of Xia Mu's mouth, who was laughing and saying something, froze, his pupils dilated, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

On the white snow, only Natsuki's pitch-black hair and blood could be seen.

Xiao Mo turned around.

Behind him, Gin Jiu leaned against the car door.

The north wind howled, blowing the hem of the gin wine and the long silver hair.

Gin Jiu smiled so arbitrarily and looked at her with cold eyes.

"Woohoohoo!"

Xiao Moo, who was asleep, suddenly woke up, sat up abruptly from the bed, and gasped for air.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Mourning-chan, it's time to eat."

Natsuki's voice sounded from outside the door.

Without waiting for Xiao Wei to speak, Chacha on the side had already jumped up from the bed first.

Jumping in three or two, crummaging through the air with the help of walls and cabinets, and pulling the doorknob down.

The tea party opens the door, which is the situation that Xiao Mo discovered before.

"It's not like you, you can't sleep until now, you're sick."

Xia Mu thought it was Xiao Wei's open door, so he walked in directly.

After entering the door, he saw Xiao Mo sitting on the bed.

Her face was very ugly.

"Well——, head is not hot, it looks normal, but you still have to pay attention to keeping warm."

Natsuki walked over, touched Xiao Mo's head, and said after confirming for a moment.

"It's already snowing outside, wear more clothes, I've already made breakfast, I can eat it downstairs."

Natsuki pulled the curtains open, revealing the snowy landscape outside the window.

Outside the window, a white field.

The snow was falling, and even the sunlight was a little pale, no longer making people feel warm.

Natsuki looked out the window and felt magical.

Obviously the other day it was still spring.

"It's snowing..."

mourned Xiao Wei, who was sitting on the bed, and his pupils shrank abruptly.

It's exactly like the scene in my dream!

It's snow in my dreams!

"What's wrong, is it a nightmare?"

Natsuki, who turned around, noticed Xiao Mo's abnormality and asked.

Today's little mourning is very wrong.

"Hmm."

Xiao Mo lowered her head, and her short brown hair fell down, covering her expression.

Just listening to the sound, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary.

"I just dreamed of ginsa."

"He shot you and then looked at me."

"It's just a nightmare."

Xiao Wei said nonchalantly, but his lowered head never lifted.

Her mind was still echoing the words of Gin Jiu in her dream.

[Just in the bright red color of your favorite rose, celebrate our reunion.]

Then she looked at Natsuki, who was a self-proclaimed immortal god, with a bright smile frozen on her face, lying in the cold snow.

Ability: She tries to question Natsuki, why the resurrection that Natsuki said doesn't work.

But Natsuki's expression before he died was full of regret.

It seems that he will not have time to use his special abilities in the future.

"Naw, take it."

Xia Mu's warm palm caressed the top of Xiao Wei's head, and a green slightly ugly-looking hat was placed in Xiao Wei's hand.

"With this, everyone will be deceived."

"Even gods are no exception, after all, if you bring it, you will become a mortal."

"Ayumi said that there is a Kamen Superman stage play today, and I invite you to watch it, just to go and relax."

"Wash up first and then go downstairs to eat, just put this hat in your pocket."

Natsuki said, turning around and preparing to walk out of the room.

Little Red Riding Hood's confiding effect, he has set in advance.

Xiao Wei took it, and no one else except Conan would notice Xiao Wei.

There is no small mourning on the synthesis table, nor can I see Little Red Riding Hood's item information, and modify the list of confidants.

"So, you who took off your hat, are you now a real immortal god?"

Xiao Moo, who had collected his emotions, raised his head.

"Yes, it's just that there are no believers."

Natsuki, who walked to the door, nodded thoughtfully.

After some washing, Xiao Moi changed his clothes and went to the living room.

"What I said just now, it is somewhat comforting, thank you."

Sitting at the dining table, Xiao Mo pouted and said with a cold face.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, your unfrank appearance is really not cute."

Natsuki smiled slightly, with an expression that I am not an ordinary person.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Pervert, don't stress that you're a pervert."

Xiao Wei raised his head and said.

After speaking, he began to concentrate on the breakfast in front of him.

After eating, the three little ones of the juvenile detective group came to Natsuki's house and rang the doorbell.

Natsuki walked into the courtyard and opened the door for the three little ones.

"Brother Xia Mu is good!" × 3

The three little ones greeted very politely.

"Mourning-chan, we're looking for you!"

After saying hello, Ayumi went straight to the living room.

Genta and Mitsuhiko followed.

It didn't take long for Xiao Wei, who looked resistant, to be pulled out by Ayumi.

"Don't lose it."

Natsuki instructed.

"Don't worry, we won't lose the mourning sauce."

Mota patted his chest and assured.

"Hmm."

Xiao Wei nodded, she knew that Natsuki was reminding her not to lose that hat.

As his gaze watched the few little guys go away, Natsuki's pupils shrank.

He thought of something very important.

Conan....

Conan didn't come.

Is it really because of that?

Natsuki thought of the invitation he had received a few days ago.

The famous director Sake Roll passed away, and today a memorial service will be held at the Mika Hotel, and famous people from all walks of life will participate.

As a genius cartoonist, he also received an invitation from his former editor.

Coincidentally, Gin Jiu also emailed him.

[Nine o'clock, Tsukimi Road - Gin]

If nothing else, Natsuki will meet many colleagues today.

Among them was the one who sent a letter to Natsuki, as if he had said a lot, but as if he had said nothing:

Belmode.

"It's nerve-wracking."

After going back to the house to change clothes, put on sunglasses and a scarf, and wrapped himself tightly, Natsuki first went to Xiaomourn's room.

It was a few minutes before he went downstairs, locked the door, and left on foot.

Snowflakes fall.

On the shoulders, on the trench coat, on the hat, on the long hair at the back of the head.

Pieces of crystalline snowflakes fell on it and melted in an instant.