Conan's winery play house

Morohoshi Hideki looked at his friend who kept silent. For some reason, he always felt that the other person's face showed grievances.

He shook his head.

Miyamoto Aito still had that unshakable smile, without any grievance or unhappiness at all.

It's just that he felt that his friend would be aggrieved.

"Then let's talk after everyone is here." After finishing speaking, Hideki Morohoshi took off his earphones and cut off the communication.

"Tell me your answer. Anyway, I already know the answer." He looked at his quiet friend who had his mouth closed and said.

"It must be something from the playing cards we played before." Aito's tone was calm, and he could not hear the joy of guessing the answer.

"Uh-huh." Morohoshi Hideki snorted dissatisfiedly, raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but looked at his friend with suggestive eyes.

Aito stared at Morohoshi Hideki's eyes for a long time and nodded silently.

He understood that Xiushu needed his support and continued to ask, just like what Brother Kabados taught him about the so-called principles of life, some people need support to be happy.

Hideki Morohoshi is such a person.

So Aito thought for a while, pulled down his sunglasses, and looked at his friend who needed to be praised with curious eyes: "Then what? Why did the prisoner leave these things? What's the point?"

From his expression to his eyes to his tone, he was full of pure curiosity, as if he couldn't wait to know the answer.

However, Morohoshi Hideki felt that this tone was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it not long ago...

Isn’t this exactly the same tone as Takizawa Shinya and the others just now?!

No matter how good-looking he is, you can't deal with him like this -

Morohoshi Hideki took a deep breath, thought for a moment and then revealed a mischievous smile: "Want to know? Let's wait until everyone is here."

He won’t start a small stove for Aito in advance! He won’t say anything!

The young man wearing a red hooded sweatshirt sat on a chair with his hands folded across his chest, his feet on the ground supporting the chair, but the chair was tilted.

Aito blinked, his expression still filled with innocent doubts.

strangeness……

Doesn’t it mean that if you compliment me, the other party will continue talking?

This is what Brother Kabados taught...

Did he do something wrong?

He looked down at Dafu and met Dafu's black glass eyes. The two pairs of eyes were completely different, but strangely similar - a lingering sense of inhumanity.

Although he couldn't figure out what he had done wrong, what Brother Kabados taught must be correct, so the only one who was wrong was himself.

But Miyamoto Aito didn't understand or understand, so he stopped trying to figure it out.

He doesn't care.

From Hideki Morohoshi's point of view, he could only see his friend who had curious eyes at first, as if he was perfunctory for a while. After seeing that he was unwilling to talk, he didn't even bother to perfunctory. The so-called curious eyes.

He disappeared in an instant, and his facial expressions changed as fast as those of professional actors in the entertainment industry.

He even started doing his own thing.

The sunshine outside the window sprinkled the other person's white hair with a light golden color. The profile of the face was beautifully curved, but the profile did not look fleshy, and the facial features and outline were still three-dimensional.

The angle of my friend's front face looks rounder and softer than the side face. The side face always has a sharp and sharp look, which does not fit in with the impression that my friend always gives.

But Hideki Morohoshi still felt... aggrieved.

It's like it's stuck in the throat.

He simply put up his textbook, lay down on the table, and started to sleep.

Both of his hands spread out on the table had brand new white bandages, which smelled like medicine.

Before you develop a cocoon from gun practice, injuries are common.

A child's body is even more susceptible to injury if he insists on practicing shooting every day.

As soon as he lay down, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Until Takizawa Shinya and the others arrived during the lunch break, they still saw Hideki Morohoshi sleeping soundly.

"How long have Xiushu been asleep?" Jiang Shouhuan looked at his friend who was sleeping soundly on the table and asked another friend who was very awake and eating a lollipop.

"I've been sleeping since the first class until now." Aito thought for a while and replied.

He didn't even wake up once, even the sound of going to and leaving get out of class didn't wake him up, and the teacher never disturbed him.

"Didn't you sleep all morning? Hey... Didn't Hideki train himself extra last night?" Takizawa Shinya touched his chin and guessed.

After all, everyone knows that a friend needs to have a strong character, and they also know how much the other person has sacrificed behind the scenes to be the best one on the surface.

"I must have practiced more. You see, it wasn't there two days ago." Seiichiro Kikukawa pointed to the bandage on Hideki Morohoshi's hand and analyzed.

They couldn't help but laugh at the other party's efforts, and were completely embarrassed to be lazy.

"It's something Hideki would do."

"As expected of Hideki."

Jiang Shouhuang and Takizawa Susumu didn't show any surprise when they saw the bandage. Instead, they were as expected and complimented their friends as if they were used to it.

And amid these two compliments, Hideki Morohoshi silently opened his eyes.

His face also looked a little confused.

What's going on? Why are Jiang Shou and the others already here? And...you're saying this all of a sudden?

Hideki Morohoshi, who had just woken up and heard compliments about himself, looked at his friend and deskmate with doubtful eyes.

"Everyone saw the bandage on your hand, Hideki, and admired you very much." Aito told the other party the development of the matter seriously.

Hideki Morohoshi nodded understandingly and accepted the compliment as a matter of course.

He deserves this.

"Hurry up and show us the photos..."

"What exactly do those things look like..."

As soon as Takizawa Shinya saw that Hideki Morohoshi was awake, he immediately urged him and sat down on the desk next to him.

Jiang Shouhuang and Kikukawa Seiichiro were also sitting on the desk, forming a semi-surrounded situation around Miyamoto Aito and Morohoshi Hideki.

After getting the photos, take turns passing them around to each other.

"These things..." Jiang Shouhuang rubbed his chin with a deep expression.

It seemed like there was something crucial he wanted to say.

So everyone looked at each other.

Under the expectant gazes of Takizawa Shinya and Kikukawa Seiichiro, as well as the calm gazes of Morohoshi Hideki and Miyamoto Aito, Jiang Shouhuang spoke slowly: "These things are somewhat inferior."

"They are all shoddily made, just like stacks of paper. Even through the photos, you can see that they are definitely just worthless bargains."

"The prisoner must be short of money." He looked arrogant, with a bit of contempt for poor prisoners.

Hideki Morohoshi stroked his forehead helplessly, but could not refute this statement.

"So the prisoner used a hand-held crossbow instead of a gun, and he used pesticide instead of potassium cyanate to poison him. The reason is that he has no money." Aito suddenly realized.

Because if you want to kill people, guns and potassium cyanate are obviously more efficient than crossbows and pesticides, but the prisoners abandon them.

So it turns out that it’s not that you just throw it away, but that you simply can’t afford it?

Sure enough, it's just like Granada's brother said, even if you become a criminal, you can't live without money.

"Suddenly I feel that the level of this case is very ordinary..." Takizawa Shin also said with some disgust.

A prisoner who can't buy a gun or potassium cyanate is too low-class, right?

This is the plot of the movie version of Target 14hhhhh

Murakami's father-in-law was released from prison not long ago, well...

Fei Yingli's chocolate was laced with pesticides.

Megure Thirteen and Dr. Ari were hit by hand-held crossbows.

Just... if it were replaced by a gun and potassium cyanate, the person would be dead hhhhh.