Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

After sending her home, Otoi opened the window and lit a cigarette.

I don't know why, but at this moment, his heart was a little heavy.

Or rather, complexity.

Some things are inherently difficult to articulate in words and reason.

Otherwise there would not be so many single dogs in the world.

If you can measure a person's heart with data.

Then everyone is a saint.

Unfortunately, he is just an ordinary person.

There are also many troubles and sorrows.

With more and more identities tied to his body, why didn't he feel tired?

But something has to be done.

Because he has someone he wants to protect.

On the other side, when the smoke screen dissipated, Nakamori Ginzo also found White Horse Detective with a group of subordinates.

"Hakuba-kun, where is Kidd?" He asked.

Hakuba Tan sighed helplessly, and then shook his head.

The audience was silent.

"Officer, I found this thing on my way over." Black Feather Kuaidou came over holding the pink gem.

Nakamori Ginzo looked at the gem in his hand and said unpleasantly: "Is this the case again..."

Kuroba Kuaidou raised his head to look at Hakuba Tan, and smiled meaningfully.

Hakuba's eyes froze, but he still did not let down his guard against him.

"Officer, is there two people to blame Kidd?" The wronged subordinates said helplessly.

"Impossible." Nakamori Ginzo directly denied, "You also saw him riding a broom must be a magician."

"What stupid things are you talking about?" Aoko Nakamori walked out with a cross waist, with a serious face.

Everyone was taken aback by her momentum.

"Monster thief Kidd, he..." Nakamori Aoko stretched out her index finger and shook it from side to side.

"Blame the thief Kidd, he..." the wronged subordinates looked forward.

"He must be a demon!" Aoko Nakamori issued a declaration.

Everyone fell directly to the ground.

"Hey, hey..." said Kurotsuchi speechlessly.

I don't know how she came to this conclusion.

As soon as he returned to the door of the apartment, Otoi Hiroshi let out a soft "huh", and seemed to have changed a little before leaving with him.

The position of the doorknob has changed and the ground remains level.

Out of caution, he habitually presses the doorknob more every time he goes out.

So the doorknob should be tilted.

I didn't think much about it, maybe it was a little mourning over.

Twist open the door and walk into the entrance.

Otoi Hiroshi frowned slightly, and his gaze moved down.

A pair of high heels is crooked in the place where the shoes are placed in the entrance.

The crystals on the shoes shimmered with colorful halos in bits and pieces, roots of about seven centimeters.

One stands diagonally and the other lies thirty centimeters from it.

It's like a drunken professional woman coming home and casually throwing it aside with her fingers on the back edge of her shoe.

Looking up, a black women's coat was still hanging on the wall.

You can faintly hear the "clanging" of some spatulas colliding in the kitchen.

Those who did not know looked at it and seemed to think that the wife was heating a meal for her husband who returned late.

But he didn't have such a virtuous wife.

Or rather, his own wife -

still in elementary school.

If you think so, the scene in front of you is quite delicate.

Otoi Hiroshi narrowed his eyes, quietly changed his shoes, and took off his coat.

After touching the playing cards hidden in his cuffs, he walked directly into the house.

Dinner was already prepared at the table, and the mellow aroma of food entered his nose.

Wisps of white smoke linger on the plate carved with blue and white flowers.

In the kitchen, the sound of dishes and oil juices is constantly heard.

Otoi Hiroshi felt more and more strange.

Walking to the kitchen door, his eyes widened.

The spatula in the woman's hand was constantly stir-frying the dishes, her body was covered with an apron, and her blonde hair casually fell on the white and delicate beauty back.

There was only a thin rope tie between the slender waist, and there was nothing else on the entire beautiful back except for the second time.

As if sensing Otoihiro's breath, she turned her head with a shallow smile on her face.

"Welcome home, Lark."

On the apron on her chest, two firm cherries seemed to jump out.

Otoi closed his eyes helplessly, and gently pressed his temples with both hands to rub them a few times before opening his eyes to look at her.

"What are you doing, Belmode!"

His voice was icy and cold, as if he was angry at Belmode's sudden arrival.

Belmode tilted his head and gently shook his messy broken hair, lifted the spatula with one hand and whispered, "Can't you see it?" I'm making you dinner, honey.

"I know you're cooking." Otoi Hiroshi lit a cigarette, "I was asking what you came to do?"

"Don't talk about that." Belmod playfully closed one eye, "Can you help me tie my hair, it's a little in the way."

Otoi Hiroshi frowned, and in desperation, walked to Belmode's side.

Holding the cigarette in her mouth, he pinched her smooth fingers and removed the headband from her delicate wrist with the other hand.

Then slowly walked behind her, received her beautiful blonde hair, and then tied her with a headrope, and simply tied a sexy low ponytail for her.

Don't ask why, low ponytail yyds.

During this time, she would tremble slightly as his fingers occasionally slipped over Belmode's back.

The fragrant hair in his hand slowly slipped from his fingers, because Otoi Hiroshi was much taller than Belmode.

The fullness and smooth back of her chest was fully visible to him at this moment.

There is really nothing in this woman's apron!

"Lark, what are you looking at?" Belmod asked softly.

Although his back was to him, he seemed to know his movements well.

Or rather, this is her deliberate arrangement.

Otoi flicked the soot into the trash and asked rhetorically, "Why don't you wear clothes?"

Belmod turned off the fire, then turned around, tapped his finger on his red lips and replied in a slightly aggrieved voice: "Because it's too tight~"

Otoi Hiroshi was choked by her, feeling a little uncomfortable and escaped.

Otoi Hiroshi casually picked up the copy of Tagore's "The Gardener's Collection" on the dining table and read it.

Of course, he just wanted to dispel the discordant picture in his mind and wanted to divert attention.

After a while, Belmod walked out of the kitchen with the last dish.

Placing the plate on the table, she raised her arm and sniffed the smell on it.

Frown.

The smell of oil smoke is simply a lifelong enemy for a woman like her who loves cleanliness.

Although the frowns are so good-looking.

"It's all smelling of fumes, can you borrow your bathroom?" Belmod took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the dining table and lit it.

Otoi Hiroshi nodded: "The shampoo and shower gel are all on the shelves, and there are new toothbrushes and bath towels in the cabinet under the sink." "

Huh? I want to use your bath towel, is it okay? Belmode bit his lower lip and said mischievously.