Conan's winery play house

Chapter 137 Playing

Everyone was lucky today, Aoyagi Tetsuya drove all the way to Qitama without encountering a traffic police.

"I remembered that the best hotels need to be booked in advance, especially during festivals." Takizawa Shinya said suddenly.

"Don't worry, I've already contacted you in advance." Qing Liuzhe also slowed down, with a lazy voice.

He still knows quite well what the assistant has to do.

"Is it the best hotel?" Jiang Shouhuang asked.

"Of course it's the best hotel, the one with private soup in every room." Qingliu Zhe also said well prepared.

In his own words, he would definitely choose to live in a cheap hotel.

But with these young masters...

Of course, pick the most expensive and best.

They must look down on cheap hotels.

"That's good, so you don't have to have a bath with others." Kikukawa Seiichiro breathed a sigh of relief.

"Here we are." Qing Liuzhe also parked the car in the parking lot on the side.

Surrounded by verdant bamboo.

The hotel is in the middle of the bamboo forest, and it is a large and windy courtyard.

An inn called Taketori Monogatari.

All the waiters inside, regardless of gender, are dressed in plain black kimonos.

"Hello, we booked six rooms before." Qingliu Zhe also stepped forward to negotiate with the hotel staff.

Successfully obtained six keys.

It was distributed to each of the other five elementary school students.

"Then now, let's enjoy the private hot spring." Qingliu Tetsuya said.

If it were an ordinary primary school student, he would probably have already shouted "Okay" at this time and then rushed to the room impatiently.

But the five members of the Silver Bullet were still walking slowly, showing no signs of excitement or anticipation.

They ask for the best hotel just because they stay in the best hotel every time they go out, not because they expect the best hotel.

So you won't run around happily because you live in the best hotel.

Qingliu Zhe didn't expect to see the joyful appearance of the five primary school students at all. After all, this kind of hotel is probably commonplace for these young masters.

"It's almost evening after taking a bath, and the festival won't start until tomorrow, but various stalls should be set up tonight, so you can go and have a look." Zhu Xingxiushu walked with other people Said.

The others also nodded one after another, and had no objection to his statement at all.

"Then we'll see you in two hours." As soon as the words fell, Zhu Xingxiushu opened the door of a room and walked in.

"See you then." Kikukawa Seiichiro and others also opened the door and entered the room.

Miyamoto Aitto also opened the door at hand.

I don't feel much about the rooms that are not badly decorated.

He also lived in a hotel when he was in the United States. After all, he often had to change his address, so staying in a hotel was more convenient.

A little better than living outside is that you don't encounter muggers and thieves so often.

You don't need to change the lawn immediately after killing someone.

There is still a big difference between American hotels and Japanese inns.

Ai Tuo looked at the private soup in the room, and took off his clothes.

One soak is one hour.

His face was still calm, his complexion was fair, and he didn't have the slightest blush after soaking in the hot spring.

It was like taking a refreshing cold shower.

He put on his clothes again.

It's not a yukata, because Zhuxing and the others said that yukata can only be worn on the day of the festival, that is, they can't be worn until tomorrow.

This is probably the so-called festival rule.

I don't know why, but since they said so, let's do it.

"There are no Daifuku and cookies..." He looked around the empty space.

Even though the room wasn't empty, it seemed empty to him.

"It's so lonely." He touched the position of his heart and whispered.

He felt that he should be alone.

Because I have been accompanied by Daifuku and Cookie for a moment, I feel more and more lonely after separation.

The book says that it is the cruelest thing to gain something and then lose it.

"Fortunately, it was just a short separation, not a loss..." His eyes were cold and emotionless, like a machine, but in the blink of an eye, they became warm and soft.

I really want to go back soon.

Brother Tou's connector, come out quickly.

Kill the contact person and everyone in the organization that sent Brother Tou undercover, and then erase the identity file about Brother Tou.

No one will know that brother Tou is an undercover agent.

He is a member of the organization through and through.

In this way, Brother Tou can only stay by his side forever.

The white-haired and blue-eyed boy sat beside the bed, his smile became warmer and healed, like a statue of a god watching believers.

It looks a bit unreal.

Until there was a knock on the door outside, he turned his head to look at the door.

This made him seem real.

Aito stepped forward and opened the door.

"Let's go outside and see what there is to eat." Zhu Xingxiushu and others stood outside the door and said.

"For festivals, there will be many small stalls. Miyamoto, you must have never visited before." Jiang Shouhuang patted his stomach with a smile.

He lost two pounds.

"I will pay for everything you eat today, just treat it as eating for me. Losing weight is really difficult." Jiang Shou shook his head.

But when he thought of the scene of being caught by the door last time, he strengthened his determination to lose weight.

If you can't eat it yourself, let Miyamoto eat it for you.

"Okay." The white-haired boy nodded.

It's okay to eat for Jiang Shou.

The book says that it is normal for friends to help each other.

"Let's go." Kikukawa Seiichiro took his hand and led him away.

The festival has not yet officially started, but the stalls on the street are still full.

Most of them are stalls with small carts, hanging paper lanterns.

Mask booths painted with various animal shapes, apple candy and cotton candy, fried tofu and tempura...

Aito had a white fox mask hanging on his head, holding a box of octopus balls in one hand and a marshmallow in the other.

The rest of the people also held food in their hands, and they also had a mask on their faces.

They are all similar fox masks.

"I really want to eat..." Jiang Shouhuang looked at the fried tofu in his hand and swallowed.

No, to lose weight.

This is from Miyamoto.

"Miyamoto, hurry up, eat it." Without a word, he stuffed the fried tofu to the white-haired boy, fearing that if he continued to hold it in his hand, he would not be able to resist eating it.

As long as Miyamoto solves it quickly, it will be fine if he can't see it.

Jiang Shouhuang closed his eyes again.

Aito swallowed the last octopus ball, handed the box to Aoyagi Tetsuya, and began to eat fried tofu.

He's been eating it all the way.

All the food was bought by the other four people, and even the masks were bought by the other four people.

Everyone seems to have little interest in eating.

It is clearly stated in the book that eating is a very pleasant thing.

Tetsuya Aoyagi, a human-shaped trash can, is full of everyone's leftover garbage.

He sorted out the garbage obediently, and found a trash can to throw it away later.

"Ballooning or fishing for goldfish, which one should we play first?" Zhu Xingxiu pointed to the two stalls respectively.

He's talking about which one to play first, not which one to pick.

It means that you have to play both, just in order.

　Old Father: Kill the undercover contact.

　　Good son: Kill the contact, and the entire organization, wipe the files.

　　It's nothing more than an ordinary little genius who draws inferences from one example.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)