Conan's winery play house

A quiet night is the best time to rest.

Even for members of criminal organizations, most nights are spent recuperating.

The organization does not have tasks every day, and members do not kill people every day.

Killing is only a means to achieve an end, not the end itself.

And killing is not the only means to achieve the goal.

Most of the time, members of the organization will put on normal skin and live normal lives.

Just like now, Ireland, who has always had a tough-guy style in the organization, is sitting on the bed, holding a fairy tale book with a dreamy cover, and telling bedtime stories to the children on the pillow in an unprecedented tone.

A painting style that has no trace of blood and has nothing to do with darkness.

Even that fierce face seemed to be covered with a hazy and soft light.

He watched the boy on the pillow close his blue eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes, like the wings of a stagnant butterfly that no longer vibrated. He was breathing steadily, and he had obviously fallen into a peaceful sleep.

So the voice he told the story became softer and softer, getting lower and lower, until it was almost silent.

He closed the storybook and put it on the bedside table beside him. He sat on the bed with pillows on his waist, his mind wandering as if he was thinking about some important issue or worrying about something.

What Ivey did to Tequila may be a problem if Tequila is free later.

In the dead of night, Ireland thought about what might happen in the future.

The face hidden in the darkness is cold and full of chill, revealing the aura of an extremely dangerous existence living in a dark world.

It seems as if the next moment he will pull out a gun, aim at a certain target, and seize the key to life and death.

But he did nothing. He just looked at the sleeping boy and slowly closed his eyes.

After Ireland closed his eyes, the boy who seemed to him to have fallen into a deep sleep opened his eyes silently. At night, his eyes still seemed to be shining with the bright Milky Way falling in the empty air. The smile on the corner of his mouth rose and he closed it again.

Eyes closed.

It's like falling into a dream where even the air is sweet.

…

Get up, wash up, have breakfast, and say goodbye to Ireland and Bourbon.

Finally set foot on the way to school.

"Bye-Bye."

"come back earlier."

"Be careful on the road."

The plain but warm advice is like the daily life of every ordinary and harmonious family of three.

Aito was very satisfied with this. He was very happy all the way holding Dafu, who was the size of a teddy bear, and happily entered the school.

Then Aito, who was wearing a happy face, met his friend who was wearing an unhappy face.

The face of my friend Hideki Morohoshi was full of displeasure, as if he would randomly pick an unlucky guy to beat up in the next second.

He has the air of a bad school bully.

Seeing the arrival of Aito Miyamoto, he just changed his hand to support his chin and faced the window.

What a discerning person should do at this moment is to ask the other party what happened, but Miyamoto Aito obviously lacks some so-called discernment and curiosity.

He just looked at his unhappy friend in confusion, then turned around, took out his textbook, and started doing his own thing seriously.

He never asks about the affairs of his family and friends, and is not curious about anyone's secrets. Unless someone takes the initiative to tell him, he will just pretend that he doesn't know anything and doesn't want to know anything.

Hideki Morohoshi, who was waiting for his friends to ask him what happened:...

This guy Aito... really can't rely on his emotional intelligence and common sense.

While thinking this, Morohoshi Hideki, who was very skillful in calming down his mood, changed his hand to support his chin, and turned his face back from the direction of the window.

He put on his earphones and turned on the bullet communicator.

"Recently, a series of incidents of hurting people happened. It's just different from ordinary incidents of continuous hurting. This incident is a little more interesting." He said in a low voice while looking at his friends beside him.

Aito, who was sitting next to Hideki Morohoshi, obviously did not need to use headphones and communicators, so he just looked at Hideki Morohoshi intently, waiting for the other party's follow-up.

Morohoshi Hideki raised his eyebrows, and the unhappy expression disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"The first injured person was Memu Thirteen, who works at the Metropolitan Police Department, that is, the Memu Police Department who often cooperates with our reasoning..."

"At that time, Mumu Shisan was doing his daily running exercise in the park, but he was attacked with a crossbow. His life was not endangered at all. He was transferred to Lutai Police Hospital and was discharged within two days."

"A small sword was left at the scene of the crime. It is suspected to have been left by the murderer. It should be a symbol of something."

Aito nodded cooperatively, while Takizawa Shinya and others came from the earphones and asked curiously, "What then? Then what? Who is the second victim?" This satisfied Hideki Morohoshi's desire to continue telling the case.

"The second client is lawyer Fei Yingli of Fei Law Firm. The prisoner delivered a box of chocolates in the mailbox of the law firm, and the chocolates were laced with pesticides. Fei Yingli immediately fell into a coma after eating the chocolates and was

A subordinate from the same office sent him to Toto University Hospital for gastric lavage, which saved his life."

"There was a paper flower left on top of the chocolate packaging box. It was probably some kind of message left by the prisoner."

"The third client is Dr. Ali, the strange doctor who often hangs out with those first-year students... The crime occurred at Dr. Ali's home. The prisoner rode an off-road motorcycle and broke down the door of the client's house, attracting the client.

After opening the door, he attacked the client with a crossbow."

"Dr. Ali was then sent to Mihua Central Hospital for treatment, and his life was also not in danger."

"A rather strange-shaped object was also left at the crime scene."

"What do you think these three things represent?" Hideki Morohoshi asked with a slightly questioning tone.

"What exactly do the three things look like?" asked Kiyoshiro Kikukawa.

"That is to say, Hideki, without knowing the specific appearance of those things, it is difficult to guess what they are." Jiang Shouhuan said with a smile.

"Do you have any photos?" Takizawa Shinya asked, rolling his eyes.

The three of them stayed by the window and ignored the other people in the class. They wore headphones and lowered their heads to communicate in whispers.

"Come here when get out of class is over, I brought photos." Morohoshi Hideki said calmly and took out three photos from his pocket.

They are swords, chocolates, and strange-shaped objects.

"Aito can take a look first." He put the photo on the table and pushed it in the direction of Miyamoto Aito.

Aito looked at the photo that was pushed in front of him, blinking and searching for similar items in the memory database.

The advantage of the Memory Palace is that you can organize all your memories and search them directly when you need them.

"This is..." He quickly found the same thing, but had no chance to say it.

"Don't tell! Don't tell the answer! Let us guess it ourselves later!" Takizawa Shinya's voice was so loud that Hideki Morohoshi frowned and took off the earphones, holding the earphones far away with one hand.

I can still hear it vaguely.

"If Aito has already given the answer before we see it, it means nothing." Jiang Shouhuang's voice still sounded smiling, and you could imagine the smile on the other person's face from his voice.

So Miyamoto Aito stuffed the answer back into his head and shut his mouth obediently.

Listening and speaking in foreign languages ​​is simple, nothing more than that.

Complete liberation, hehe.