Conan: Eternal Darkness

After a dark night of sleep, Kuang Yaolin walked out of the bedroom hungry and saw a blond beauty sitting on the sofa, his footsteps stopped.

"Awake?" Belmod drank tea leisurely, completely unaware of being a guest, just as casual as his own villa.

Kwong Yaolin responded dazedly, sat on the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea. Belmod smiled and looked at Kwong Yaolin with a slack eye, took a sip of tea, and it took about ten minutes.

Kwong Yaolin raised his head: "Why are you here?"

"You haven't been in class for one day today. Is it wrong for me to come here as a teacher to see if the students are wrong?" Belmod smiled slyly, reaching out to touch the scar on Kwong Yaolin's cheek, a killing intent flashed in his eyes, avoiding the wound and gently pressing When I squeezed his face, it felt good, but the **** scar was a little annoying.

Kuang Yaolin: "..."

"What's the matter with the injury on your body?" Belmod pointed at Kwong Yaolin's hand that had re-bandaged with his fingertips, "I remember you just removed the bandage not long ago, right?"

"I was forced to flee in the woods with a gun." Kwong Yaolin shrank his head, thinking of that scene, he wanted to scold people, bully him, and have the ability to hypnotize him! (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

"Well," Belmod's eyes flickered slightly, and he handed a small black bottle to Kwong Yaolin, "It works well when applied to the wound."

"No merit but no reward." Kwong Yaolin glanced at the vial and shook his head. Now he doesn't even know the name of the woman on the other side. They are not so familiar with each other, so Kwong Yaolin can't accept Belmod's stuff, let alone this stuff. It looks precious.

Belmod didn't expect Kuang Yaolin to refuse, he blinked, but he didn't respond for a while, his expression was a little dumb.

Kuang Yaolin stretched out a finger and poked Belmod's cheek, delicate and soft, "What are you doing?" Just as Belmod wanted to lift his hand and pat Kuang Yaolin's finger off, Kuang Yaolin withdrew his action.

"My face is not in vain." Glancing at Belmod, who seemed a little annoyed, Kwong Yaolin walked to the refrigerator, thinking about his dinner today.

"You're rejecting me." Belmod leaned against the door frame, looked at Kwong Yaolin's skillful use of kitchen utensils, and spoke softly.

"No." Kwong Yaolin denied without hesitation, the bandage on his hand hindered his movements.

"Then why don't you accept it?" Belmod's voice was light and sweet.

Kwong Yaolin sighed, he learned psychology, and he was more able to detect the movement of people's hearts, "In what capacity do I accept it? And you are rejecting me." Belmod has always been a detached attitude, she put Kwong Yaolin As an interesting toy, she is still interested in him now, but once she loses that interest, I believe Belmode will discard it without any hesitation.

Kwong Yaolin knew this well, but he never pierced it. Now that Belmod took the initiative to pierce this layer of cellophane, Kwong Yaolin told the truth.

Belmod was stopped, she couldn't answer this question, teacher and student? The new Zhiming is not entirely Kwong Yiu-lin's teacher; friend? How can there be friends who don't even know their names... Now it seems that they are just the most familiar strangers.

Belmod let out a sigh of relief and turned to leave, as if he had never been here before. Kwong Yaolin narrowed his eyes and prepared dinner for himself without saying a word.

Once some cellophane is punctured, it will never go back to the way it was before.

...

Kwong Yaolin was not seriously injured. Most of the wounds on his body were caused by the brushing of branches and bullets. Anyway, the police have already explained the situation to the teacher. Why should I go there when I can't go to school and lie on the table? It's hard to sleep, not as comfortable as the bed.

After lying dead at home for a day, the doorbell of the villa was suddenly rang in the afternoon. Kuang Yaolin paused and walked over to open the door. As expected, it was the group of young detectives, "Brother Kuang Yaolin, we brought you fruit." Guangyan Holding a fruit plate, Yuan Tai stood next to him, followed by Conan Ayumi and the others.

"Come in." Kwong Yaolin gave way and glanced at the fruit bowl. He knew that RB's fruit was very expensive, not as expensive as China's. "Wash the fruit and eat it by yourself. It's inconvenient for me to touch the water now."

"Wow, Brother Kuang Yaolin, are these all your books?" Yuan Tai stood in front of the bookcase, looking at the neat books, which were written in various languages, "I don't even know these words."

"Brother Kwong Yaolin, is that Chinese? You can speak such a complex language as Chinese?" Ayumi pointed at a book with square characters on the side and widened her eyes.

Kwong Yaolin chuckled: "If I don't even know my mother tongue, I'm useless, right?" Kwong Yaolin's eyes fell on the little black-haired girl who never said a word, "Your companions?"

"Hmm, her name is Hui Yuan Ai, and she is also a member of our teenage detective team." Mitsuhiko suddenly remembered that Kwong Yaolin hadn't seen their new companion, and hurriedly introduced him enthusiastically: "Hai Yuan, this is brother Kwong Yaolin, Sister Xiaolan's classmate."

"Hello, my name is Kuang Yaolin." Kuang Yaolin squatted down and looked at the little girl named Hui Yuanai.

"Haihara Ai." The little girl with short black hair was unusually estranged, and Shiho Miyano looked at her with a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. After all, she used to look like this.

"Brother Kuang Yaolin, how is your injury?" Bu Mei pulled Kuang Yaolin's bandaged right hand with concern in her eyes.

"It's not a serious injury, it will be scarred in a few days." Kwong Yaolin shrugged, the memory of that day was too horrible to watch, and he didn't want to recall it at all. Although the members of the juvenile detective team were all children, they were also very sensible. There was chaos in the villa, after all, Kuang Yaolin's appearance was not easy to clean at all.

"Brother Kuang Yaolin, do you want to go camping with us tomorrow?" Guangyan stood beside Kuang Yaolin, watching him make tea with ease.

"Camping?" Kwong Yaolin recalled what Mao Lilan said when he went to the school doctor's office to invite Xinshi Zhiming, "I remember that you also invited Xinshi doctor."

"Well," Mitsuhiko nodded, "because it's a ten-person tour, Sister Xiaolan and Sister Sonoko will also have an event tomorrow." Mitsuhiko, Ayumi, Yuanta are three real children, Miyano Shiho, Kurosawa Yin, two The fake children, Haibara Ai, Edogawa Conan, two fake children, and Dr. Akasa as guardians, they invited Shinichi Tomoaki again, and now there is one person left.

"I want to go too, but I have other things to do tomorrow." Kwong Yaolin poured a cup of tea for each of them. Although it is impossible for these children to know how to taste tea, they should just drink it. There is no harm in it anyway.

"Ah?" Mitsuhiko was a little disappointed, Kuang Yaolin smiled: "I have a chance to go out with you next time."

"Okay." Since Kwong Yaolin has something to do, they can't be **** others. Bumei and the others originally came to visit Kwong Yaolin and invited him to their camp by the way. Now that Kwong Yaolin refused, it was inevitable that they would be a little disappointed.

"What are you all going to do when you are camping?" Kuang Yaolin learned psychology, so he easily broke the somewhat depressed atmosphere and diverted the attention of the three of Ayumi from the fact that he couldn't go camping.

When talking about this topic, Yuan Tai and the others were excited and chatted non-stop. Kwong Yaolin maintained full respect, listened carefully to their conversation, and inserted a few words appropriately, which easily won the goodwill of the children.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to go home." Kwong Yaolin glanced at the sky, stood up, and the young detective team reluctantly said goodbye to Kwong Yaolin.

After watching several people leave, Kwong Yaolin rubbed his temples. Before leaving, they all helped to clean the dishes, so there was no need for Kwong Yaolin to do anything.

Early the next morning, Kwong Yaolin changed his bandages and went out. He didn't lie. He really had something to do today.

Time, 9:00, Location, Osaka.

"If you dare to let my pigeon go today, I will definitely take my 40-meter long sword and hack you to death, and allow you to run 39 meters." The black-haired man patted Kuang Yaolin's shoulder, looking very familiar. Then he pulled a woman in front of Kwong Yaolin, proudly saying, "Quick, call me Master."

Kuang Yaolin twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at the woman who was suddenly pulled over: "Hello, teacher."

"Hello." The woman first smiled gently at Kuang Yaolin, then turned her hand and slapped the man's head, "Ning Kai, who allowed you to threaten Yaolin?"

The man named Ning Kai immediately lowered his head: "My wife, I was wrong." It was definitely a wife and slave.

These two people are Kwong Yaolin's master and wife. The two of them are traveling around the world on their honeymoon. Oh, they may also solve some cases along the way. Today they are traveling to Osaka. Maybe they will return after a few days of playing, maybe a few hours. After returning, it all depends on the mood. Considering his apprentice's cold and alienated personality, and also to meet the apprentice he hadn't seen in a few years, Ning Kai called Kwong Yaolin to Osaka, so it was considered a tourist.

"Yaolin, what's wrong with your right hand?" Lu Huiyuan asked with concern when she saw the white bandage on Kuang Yaolin's hand, frowning slightly.

"It's okay," Kwong Yaolin shook his head, "I was chased by the murderer." All the process was omitted, neither talking about the assassination he suffered several times nor that the murderer was chasing him with a gun.

Ning Kai clearly understood Kwong Yaolin's character better. He glanced at the bandage on his hand thoughtfully and smiled, "Isn't this a good place to stand here, men who get hurt are all badges."

Lu Huiyuan snorted coldly, ignored Ning Kai, and kept telling Kwong Yaolin that she was like an old mother, which led Kwong Yaolin to get Ning Kai's incomparably resentful eyes.

Kuang Yaolin: "..." I really can't blame him.