Conan's winery play house

A young man wearing a white and green ski suit swooped down the snowy mountain again and again.

Return to the top again and continue the repetitive process.

Hideki Morohoshi and others were able to accompany him at first, but later they could only stand aside and watch.

"Miyamoto's physical strength is really good." Hideki Morohoshi's voice revealed fatigue, but nothing could be seen on his face, which was as proud and flamboyant as ever.

"He actually likes skiing so much..." Jiang Shouhuang and Takizawa Shinya focused on the fact that Miyamoto Aito seemed to have fallen in love with skiing.

"Do you think that Miyamoto and Yukiyama are a good match? They are just like snow girls. If they had long hair..." Kikugawa Seiichiro imagined the picture in his mind.

The inspiration for painting cannot be stopped.

"Yukiononna? Apart from looking a bit similar to Miyamoto, there's nothing else like her at all, right?" Takizawa Shinya retorted.

In Japanese legends, Yuki-onna has snow-white skin, beautiful appearance, and gentle personality. However, if you make a vow to the Yuki-onna but fail to keep it, the Yuki-onna will ruthlessly take someone's life the moment the other party breaks the oath.

It is a beautiful and terrifying legendary existence.

How could Miyamoto be so scary?

"It's just about the appearance and the way people feel. Believe me, I can capture everyone's different sense of beauty." said Seiichiro Kikukawa.

He is able to capture the beauty of many things, and his spirit is delicate and sensitive in the same vein as the Kikukawa family. He is a typical genius who takes the artistic route.

"You want to draw Miyamoto?" Morohoshi Hideki looked over and asked.

"Of course you can't miss it if you have inspiration." Kiyoshiro Kikukawa said with a smile.

They are obviously children, but their voices don't sound childish at all. Instead, they have a very mature and deep sound.

Morohoshi Hideki frowned, not knowing what to say.

If Seiichiro Kikukawa really wanted to draw Miyamoto like a snow girl, he would probably draw him with long hair.

But painting a boy as a girl is a bit excessive.

What is this? Silver Bullet Bullying?

Hideki Morohoshi believed that as the captain, he should be responsible for this to the end.

"Don't worry, I won't draw him as a girl." Kikukawa Seiichiro promised.

He is not crazy. He insists on painting the boy's Miyamoto as a girl. If he does that, he himself will doubt whether he is crazy.

"But how long will Miyamoto have to play? Doesn't he really feel tired?" Jiang Shouhuang changed the topic with a smile.

"It feels like the more he plays, the faster he gets faster." Takizawa Shinya complained.

"We have to stop him. It will be the same next time we come to play. There is a saying that everything is too much and too little is too little." Hideki Morohoshi said.

So when Miyamoto Aito returned to the same place again and was about to rush down again, he was held back by Jiang Shouhei.

"...What's wrong?" Miyamoto Aito looked at the others blankly.

Jiang Shouhuang directly picked him up from the waist, and Takizawa Shinya quickly untied the binding and took away the skateboard before Jiang Shouhuang let him go.

"Too much playing is bad for your health." Takizawa Shinya said with a smile, his attitude seemed full of playfulness, but his tone was very serious.

"Okay." Aito blinked, a little regretful, but still nodded.

He saw other more memories in his dive after dive.

What impressed me most was the tower that appeared in my memory.

A pure white tower surrounded by mist.

In his memory, he was holding someone's hand and looking up at the tower.

"Welcome home, Aito." The gentle man's voice said.

It wasn't Salvino's brother's voice, but someone else's.

Is that his home? That tall white tower?

But no matter how much he recalled and tried again and again, he couldn't see any more memories.

This place can no longer stimulate his memory.

"Let's go, go take a bath in a hot spring after skiing. It's very comfortable." Jiang Shouhang's smile was full of adults entertaining guests, and he proactively suggested.

"Okay." Aito nodded.

"There is a resort hotel just behind the ski resort. You can soak in hot springs there. It is also the hotel where we stay most often, and it is the kind where we can stay in rooms all year round..." Takizawa Shinya introduced.

"So that's it." Aito continued to nod.

Although sharing is useless, it should be like this between friends, even if it is useless, they will share it with each other.

"Have you ever seen the white tower? It's at least a thousand meters high..." Aito asked.

"A white tower? At least a thousand meters high? There is no such building in the world, right..." Hideki Morohoshi raised his eyebrows as if he heard something unbelievable.

"The tallest building is the Willis Tower in the United States. It is only over 500 meters tall including the antenna. It was just bombed in a previous white ghost attack." He said.

"So that's the tallest building in the world?" Aito nodded thoughtfully.

I didn't pay much attention when it exploded. I only knew that it was the tallest building in the United States. It turned out to be the tallest building in the world.

But the silent and pure white tower in his memory seemed taller than the Willis Tower, much taller.

If there is no such thing in this world...

Is his home in another world?

"If there were a building over one thousand meters in the world, it would definitely be famous. It's impossible that we haven't even heard of it..." Morohoshi Hideki's tone was full of confidence.

"Yes, we have seen all the most famous buildings in the world. If they really exist, it is impossible for us not to know about them." Takizawa Shinya and Jiang Shouhuang also echoed.

"That's right." Aito responded to them with a smile.

In that case...

His former home must be in another world.

That world where the eternal white tower stands.

But how did he come into this world?

He is like this now...

Is this considered freedom?

Has brother Salvino become the savior?

"Why did you suddenly ask this question?" Kiyoshiro Kikukawa asked curiously.

"It's just that when I was skiing, for a moment, I seemed to have really seen such a white tower..." The white-haired boy smiled, with a soft light floating in his pale blue eyes.

"A moment of inspiration? How about drawing it?" Kikukawa Seiichiro thought for a while and put forward his own suggestion.

If you really like it and can't forget it, then draw it.

"Draw it? It's indeed a good idea. Thank you, Kikukawa." Aito's eyes lit up and his smile became even brighter.

"...Thank you for this...it doesn't matter." Kikukawa Seiichiro was stunned for a moment, blushing and hurriedly waving his hands.

He didn't do anything.

"I can lend you the painting tools." Kikukawa Seiichiro said.

"Thank you!" Aito thanked him seriously again.

"...I already said you're welcome..." Kikukawa Seiichiro looked very at a loss.

"Miyamoto has this kind of character, just accept it honestly." Jiang Shouhuang patted Kikukawa Seiichiro on the shoulder and persuaded him.

"You'll get used to it, Kikukawa." Susumu Takizawa answered with the same look of someone who had been through it before.

"Sure enough, everyone in Silver Bullet is a good person." Aito hugged the stuffed bear tightly in his arms, lowered his head and whispered close to the stuffed bear.