Conan's winery play house

"That's right, if they think you're not boy enough, they won't play with you..." The blond man nodded.

"Protect yourself, don't let me worry." Blue eyes were full of worry.

"But promise me not to kill anyone, okay?" He looked at the young man intently, his voice low.

"It will be very tiring to deal with school affairs." There was a slight hint of superficial fatigue in his tone.

"Okay." Aito nodded.

Brother Tohru seems to be worried about killing someone in school...

But there are no mission targets that need to be killed in the school.

No one bullied him.

"Don't worry, I won't kill anyone in school." He promised seriously.

"Good." Toru Amuro stroked his hair with satisfaction.

"Go to school." He said.

So the young man ran out briskly with his schoolbag on his back.

Only Toru Amuro and the stuffed bear were left looking at each other, speechless.

Dafu couldn't speak, and Toru Amuro didn't want to speak.

The atmosphere became very silent for a moment.

Fortunately, the stuffed bear quickly stood up and went upstairs.

Listening to the sound of the other party's footsteps going upstairs gradually disappearing, Amuro Toru's eyes cleared up and prepared to go out.

When he had a mission, he would leave early and come home late. He even asked for leave from Poirot.

The first thing you do when you come to the garage is check your car to see if it has been tampered with.

This has become his habit.

If someone installs a locator, bug, or bomb on the car, or tamperes with the brakes, it will be bad when you run into trouble.

He checked it carefully to make sure there was no problem and then filled the fuel tank.

Then he drove away in the car.

The white-haired boy stood in the corner, staring at the location of the house, and naturally saw Toru Amuro checking the car.

The other party checks it every day, so Brother Bourbon also checked it after using it yesterday.

"Let's go too." After Toru Amuro drove away, he also walked towards the school with Daifuku in his arms.

…

Miyamoto Aito once again walked into the school gate against time, and also walked into the classroom one second before the bell rang.

Hideki Morohoshi was sitting by the window. He looked like he hadn't slept well last night. The dark circles under his eyes were so obvious that his already dark complexion couldn't be covered up.

"You're here." He greeted, covered his mouth with his hand and yawned.

"Morning, did you sleep well last night?" Miyamoto Aito sat down and took out a book from his schoolbag and asked.

"Yes, someone robbed Mihua Prison last night, and there was an explosion. It is said that there were snipers using sniper rifles cooperating outside the prison..." Hideki Morohoshi lay on the table and yawned again, with tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

.

You can see that he is very sleepy.

"I don't know who is worthy of spending such a high price to rob the prison." His tone was full of doubts.

"Many people died, including prison guards and prisoners."

"My dad and the others hurried out after receiving the call in the early morning... I guess they are still busy now." He sat up straight, stretched his arms, and tried to wake himself up.

"Look, the newspaper came out this morning." He casually pushed a newspaper in front of Miyamoto Aito.

Hideki Morohoshi has the habit of reading newspapers every day, which was brought up by his family.

"July 13, 1996..." Aito glanced at the time on the newspaper.

His birthday on April 1st has just passed not long ago, and it's already July?

Time flies really fast.

"Mihua Prison was attacked by a terrorist attack. A large number of prisoners successfully escaped. People who were related to the prisoners may be retaliated against. Please be more careful..." Aito read out the contents of the newspaper.

The accompanying picture is a black and white photo of Mihua Prison. The building in the photo has become scarred, and the holes here and there look like eyes.

In the photo, there are also very busy policemen wearing police uniforms or suits.

"My dad and the others are very busy. With so many prisoners running out, the last ones responsible for arresting people are the Tokyo police." Morohoshi Hideki said this, but he didn't feel sorry for his dad at all.

"Miyamoto, we have something to do." His tone was even a little excited.

Aito looked at Hideki Morohoshi who suddenly became excited, tilted his head and waited for the other person to continue speaking.

"The police will definitely announce the list of escaped prisoners by then. Let's try to see if we can catch them." Hideki Morohoshi's dark brown eyes were firm and calm.

"As long as we confirm the identity of the prisoner, find out why he went to prison in the first place, find the people who were related to him, and stay there for a while, we might be able to wait until the prisoner comes to us." He analyzed what would happen.

His tone gradually became a little more excited.

"By the way, I can help my dad and the others relieve some pressure." He said this in a dispensable and perfunctory tone.

Help dad reduce stress x

Have fun on your own?

"It sounds good, I know." Aito nodded, indicating that it was okay.

He himself will not refuse the requests of friends or family.

"Do you want to ask Kikukawa and the others?" Aito asked.

"Just ask them after school. Don't worry, they won't refuse." Morohoshi Hideki said casually.

It was more like determination than indifference, determination that they would not reject him.

"They won't refuse anything interesting..." Morohoshi Hideki said with a yawn, lying on the table and closing his heavy eyelids.

He practiced shooting until 11 o'clock last night and went to bed at 12 o'clock. He was woken up at about 2 o'clock and couldn't fall back to sleep after that. He sat in the living room with his mother for several hours and ate breakfast.

After finishing, I coaxed my mother back to sleep, but I came directly to school carrying my schoolbag.

At this moment, I can no longer resist the call of the God of Sleep.

Before falling asleep, he remembered to put the book up to cover himself.

"Looks like I'm really sleepy." Miyamoto Aito looked at his sleeping classmates, lowered his head and whispered to Dafu.

What does it feel like to be sleepy? Aito doesn't know.

But if Morohoshi falls asleep...

Miyamoto Aito thought for a while, then also put up a book, lay on the table and closed his eyes.

Let's all sleep together.

The morning sun was not too hot yet, and the bright golden light shone on the two of them through the window, without causing any discomfort.

The teacher who was standing on the podium giving a lecture looked at the two textbooks standing up by the window. He endured it again and again, thinking about the various championships Hideki Morohoshi had won for the school, and finally chose to pretend he didn't see it.

Go to bed and sleep, at least remember to pick up the bookends, but...

I'm in English class! What does it mean when you hold a Chinese book? Can you change a book?

The English teacher pinched off a piece of chalk, replaced it with a forced smile, and started teaching again.

The two Chinese books stood by the window until noon, and Hideki Morohoshi opened his eyes just before lunch.

The sunlight outside the window is shining on my body at this moment, giving me a warm feeling.

After Hideki Morohoshi opened his eyes, Aito also opened his eyes.

"You actually slept with me all morning..." Hideki Morohoshi's eyes were a little confused.

Could it be that Miyamoto didn't sleep as well as she did?