Conan: Someone is always trying to murder me

"Ah~ha~"

His hands were weakly holding on to the steering wheel. Because he was too tired, Kishida yawned twice in a row, and tears squeezed into the corners of his eyes.

He never expected that after a farce, he would have to drive Mingmei home in person.

"Are you so reluctant to send me back?"

Mingmei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, put one hand on her cheek, looked out the window with her clear sapphire eyes, and asked casually.

It was close to midnight, and a certain cold breath seemed to have begun to invade the early winter streets. The surroundings were surrounded by biting cold air. Even though this was a bustling and lively big city, there were far fewer people on the streets than usual.

Only the few all-night dance halls and nightclubs were still glowing with neon lights. Although there was no excitement at all, men and women could still be seen hugging each other in and out, adding a touch of heat to the cold Tokyo.

It's just that this heat is passing through the car window like a fleeting light...

"Do you think I look reluctant? Ha~yawn~"

Kishida pondered for a while, then used a free hand to rub the tears from the corners of his eyes. Instead of answering directly, he asked helplessly.

"You just have the word 'reluctant' written on your face!"

Mingmei looked away from the car window, turned her head and glanced at Kishida, curling her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Since you know, then you still ask! Can't you save some face for me and yourself?"

Kishida's dark eyes flashed with a hint of teasing.

"Junior, don't you call yourself a gentleman? Is this your attitude towards beautiful women?"

After a moment of silence, Mingmei replied angrily.

"Is your face pinched?"

"So, now every time I look in the mirror, I feel so uncomfortable. I always feel a lot uglier..."

Mingmei raised her head and glanced at herself in the rearview mirror of the car, pouting.

"Well......"

Kishida was a little shocked. He didn't expect that Mingmei would also come to brag about this in disguise.

"What's wrong?"

Minmei glanced at him sideways.

"I just suddenly felt that mirrors always blind other people's eyes!"

Kishida raised his eyebrows and spoke in a flirtatious tone.

"...That mouth of yours will kill you sooner or later!"

Akemi was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was doing and gave Kishida a nice hygiene ball.

"Let's talk about morning and evening. As long as everything is fine between noon and now!"

Kishida chuckled.

The sky outside the car window was particularly dark in the eyes, and his casual figure made people grit their teeth.

(〃＞item＜)

Mingmei hugged her chest and bit her white teeth, her red lips moved slightly, but in the end she didn't say anything about getting off the car.

Just get used to it, get used to it, Zhiho can stand him, there's no reason why he can't stand him!

But I’m still so angry, wuwuwu┭┮﹏┭┮!

"Ah~ha~"

"Are you really that sleepy?"

They were silent in the car for a long time, and Kishida began to yawn again. The angry Akemi couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What do you think? Do you know how many places I traveled today and how many brain cells and energy I wasted? Otherwise, do you really think I am so reluctant to send you back?"

Kishida rolled his eyes and returned angrily.

"real?"

Hearing this, Mingmei blinked.

"..."

Feeling tired, Kishida stopped talking to her.

"In that case, how about I drive?"

Seeing that Kishida didn't lie to her, Akemi, who had lost most of her anger, thought about it and suggested.

"Do you have a driver's license in your capacity?"

Kishida was a little moved.

"Yes! I asked someone to forge all the documents for this identity, but it cost me a lot of money!"

"That's it, then... let's forget it!"

After thinking for a while, Kishida shook his head.

"Hey, why?"

Minmei frowned in confusion.

"The reason is simple. I don't trust your driving skills, especially since you have a history of hitting someone!"

Kishida teased meaningfully.

"When did I bump into...huh? Ha, I didn't expect you even knew what happened to us a few years ago?"

Just as Mingmei was about to retort, she suddenly remembered the only time she had a car accident a few years ago and hit Morohoshi, and then asked in surprise.

"Know a thing or two!"

Kishida replied calmly, with a rather pretentious tone and gesture.

"Now, now! Junior, can you tell me how you know? Is it another superpower like the one you just had in the ward? Is it true that a fortune teller can calculate a person's fate in the first half of his life with just a few fingers? kind?"

Mingmei's big eyes flashed, and her curiosity was aroused. She asked gossip, her face full of curiosity.

Facing Mingmei's questioning, Kishida, who looked calm, simply replied to her with four words:

"I won't tell you!"

"Forget it if you don't tell me, but if you do this, I will be even more sure that you really have superpowers! Hehehe~"

Akemi's eyes shined as if she had seen the truth. After speaking, she saw Kishida's somewhat astonished expression, and she laughed cheerfully.

"...."

Kishida shook his head silently, but did not explain or deny it.

After all, there are so many absurd things in this science world, so it doesn't matter if there are one or two more things that are incomprehensible.

What's more, there are many things that people can't understand in the world where Kishida lived in his previous life, such as the fact that "Comrade Founding", a flower grower who worked hard and made great achievements, was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.

This piece of news alone makes people puzzled...ahem!

"Although you are right, I did hit the Maharaja, but this is not because of my driving skills, but..."

Kishida said nothing, but Akemi became interested at this time.

"I know that Akai Shuichi deliberately flirted with you in order to get close to you! Oh, strictly speaking, it was to get close to your sister. Well, it seems that this statement is not correct. It should be said that it was to get close to the organization!? Well...I I don’t know what to say, you should know what I mean, right?”

Kishida stared, his face deliberately confused.

"...I understand what you mean. In short, the purpose of the Maharaja at the beginning was not to get close to me... But I knew it a long time ago~~It's just that the Maharaja has I can understand his reasons..."

Mingmei's mood suddenly dropped. She pursed her lips, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and showed a relieved and sad smile. She was obviously trapped in memories, but it just seemed to break free for just a moment, and she showed cheerfulness and gentleness again. smile.

"Understanding is understanding. It's one thing to feel good or not!? I really don't understand you women. You women were obviously taken advantage of from the beginning, but you can still laugh like this. How big your heart is? Could this be love... ....."

"Oh, you don't understand this even if you tell me this to my junior fellow, you pig-head, and it's been several years!"

Before Kishida could finish speaking, Akemi impatiently interrupted his chatter.

"Even if your sister refers to my behavior as a pig, you actually use a pig's head to directly refer to my IQ? Oh, it's a shame that I'm still fighting for you!"

Kishida's mouth twitched, a little angry.

"...Hmph, that means we sisters have the same opinion about you, and it proves that you are indeed very similar to a pig!"

Let's fight against injustice! ?

Mingmei was a little surprised in her heart. She was stunned for a moment, and then she snorted softly. However, her heart seemed to be injected with the Gulf Stream, becoming warm. It seemed that even the biting cold current in the car had become warmer.

This warm current gradually turned into a trace of emotion in her heart, spreading throughout her heart.

"...Forget it, just be like a pig, just be like a pig, as long as you sisters are happy!"

Kishida shrugged casually, but his face was full of helplessness.

"Puch, okay, I won't make fun of you anymore! How can there be a smart, handsome and rich pig like you in this world, who can also give people a sense of security? Well, is it okay for me to say this?"

Mingmei covered her red lips with the back of her delicate and white hands, her eyes a little hazy.

"Why do I always feel like you are trying to coax a child?"

"Ah, why am I so obvious?"

"No, what you said is so disgusting! Is that me you're talking about? It sounds fake and hypocritical even to me!"

Kishida looked like he was disgusted and was about to vomit.

"Red and fiery, in a trance~"

Minmei smiled happily.

"Okay, since you know that my driving skills are fine, just take a good rest and let me drive!"

After a hearty and happy laugh, Akemi, who felt really much better, signaled Kishida to stop the car and replace her.

"No, no need! Didn't you notice?"

Kishida shook his head and refused, giving her a strange look.

"Huh? What did you find?"

"We are almost at your house..."

Kishida rolled his eyes angrily and answered the somewhat confused woman.

"ah!"

Mingmei was startled and turned her head to look through the car window. Under the illumination of the street lights, she saw a familiar night scene outside the window.

"Hehehe~ I didn't expect you to drive so fast."

Mingmei poked his cheek with his finger, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's not that I drive fast! It's that time flies by!"

Kishida made a gesture with his mouth, indicating to Akemi to look at the current time.

"Ah, it's already twelve eleven!"

Mingmei looked at the time and realized it later.

"I can't help it. It's not your fault. Everyone feels that time with me always passes quickly. After all, I am happy! Ah~ha~"

Kishida raised his eyebrows, his tone was frivolous, his face was full of embarrassment, and then he yawned again.

"Junior, why don't you let me drive it instead!?"

"Um?"

"I think you're so sleepy that you're a little unconscious!"

Akemi complained, but what Kishida didn't know was that her cheeks were slightly red when she looked out the car window.

"...Well, I don't know if Officer Megure has caught Murakami's father-in-law. It's past twelve o'clock, and he doesn't know if he can call me to tell me the good news!"

Being criticized mercilessly for his narcissism, Kishida had no choice but to change the subject abruptly.

"may be......"

"Didi!"

Akemi thought for a moment and was about to answer when the phone in Kishida's trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.

"This voice...someone sent me a text message? Is it Officer Megure!?"

Kishida was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with joy.

This late at night, and at this time, the only one who sent me a text message was Officer Megure, who I mentioned just now, right?

Thinking of this, Kishida immediately freed one hand, took out the phone from his trouser pocket, and threw it to Mingmei in the passenger seat, chuckling:

"Senior, help me check the content of the text message!"

"Oh!"

Mingmei took the phone and nodded, with a little joy on her face.

Although she knew that Kishida asked her to read the text message because he was driving, but since he could throw the phone to her without saying anything, it proved that he really trusted her.

With this idea in mind, Mingmei opened the phone, glanced at it, and the smile on her face froze instantly.

"What's wrong? Isn't it Officer Megure?"

Kishida asked curiously when she saw that she didn't speak.

"Alas, one good news and one bad news!"

Mingmei sighed.

"Hey, don't keep me in suspense?"

Kishida was helpless.

"The good news is that the person who sent the text message is indeed that police officer, and the bad news is that he said that Murakami has not yet come to the agreed apartment to meet."

Looking at the text message on the phone, Mingmei replied with the same helpless look.