Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 262 The False Devil

After all, Takuya Hoshino had only seen Zhu Fuhuali lie without blinking just now.

"It's not good to drink."

"I know," a faint smile still bloomed on Zhu Fuhuali's lips, "but I'm sad and always want to try."

"Why are you crying?"

Hoshino Takuya looked at the girl who was obviously smiling, but people could feel the unreasonable sadness just by looking at it, and asked with a soft sigh.

Hoshino Takuya remembered that when he was investigating this girl, she was still a good child with a bright smile and excellent academic performance.

Hoshino Takuya occasionally wondered if he would meet this little girl he sponsored in the future...

But he never imagined that their meeting would be under the current situation——

The girl with red eyes from crying tried to come to his tavern to get drunk with a fake ID.

Destiny is really the most bizarre and strangest thing in the world
"Yes."

Zhu Fuhuali repeated sadly, "Why?"

……

Having been Zhu Fuhuali for a long time, the little devil would occasionally confuse his identity when he woke up in a misty morning.

The memory of being a devil becomes more and more ethereal and unreal after the empathy is completely cut off and the identity card is further optimized.

Deeply trapped in Zhu Fuhuali's past, when she broke free from the prison of memory, she seemed to identify with her identity as Zhufuhuali more than the devil.

Zhu Fuhuali inserted a piece of well-shaped watermelon with a little force.

The little devil didn't know how to describe this strange feeling.

Zhu Fuhuali's memories and emotions of just over ten years have gradually had a greater impact on her than the devil himself does not know how many years of time and emotions.

The memory of being a devil is gradually mottled, and the corresponding emotions are gradually stripped away.

Sometimes even thinking of the past that belonged to the devil in his memory, Zhu Fuhuali would sometimes be in a daze...

Is that the past that actually existed, or...

Escape from reality by yourself, delusion under excessive sadness?

Zhu Fuhuali can still remember that one day she seemed to suddenly resist wearing skirts, but now she can no longer recall or understand that emotion.

With countless memories that seem inexplicable now, Zhu Fuhuali can't recall how he felt when he was just equipped with an identity card.

Zhu Fuhuali just felt strange, wondering why he had such unreasonable reactions at that time.

If it weren't for Brandy, Zhu Fuhuali might not be able to tell whether the thin and illusory past belonging to the devil is his own delusion or reality.

Zhu Fuhuali sighed lightly, she didn't know what her state was.

but……

Everyone said she was Zhufuhuali, and everyone liked Zhufuhuali...

The long handle of the silver fork reflected Zhu Fuhuali's somewhat indifferent eyes, so she...

It is Zhufu Huali.

she will play well...

No, she will become what everyone likes, expects, and thinks Zhu Fuhuali should be like.

She is Zhufu Huali.

As long as her friends and teachers have always liked her.

As long as she's not alone.

……

Today is the day when Zhu Fuhuali came to visit his deceased brother as usual.

Zhu Fuhuali took the train to Tokyo early in the morning and arrived in Tokyo.

Except for certain festivals, she would buy a bouquet of white chrysanthemums according to the rules.

Every time Zhu Fuhuali came to visit his deceased brother, he would go to the flower shop to randomly pick the flowers that he wanted to give to his brother that day.

Sometimes it's hyacinths, sometimes it's carnations, sometimes it's something else.

It has nothing to do with flower language, only because of fragrance, only because of blooming.

And she wanted to share it with her brother.

……

In the cemetery in the early morning, very few people came.

In the hot summer, only in the morning can you feel comfortable and cool.

The sun is not too hot, and it is warm on the ground, and the insects are not loud, as if they have not fully awakened.

The wind is also warm, just like the warm smiling face of the man in the black and white photo.

The long-haired girl holding a white lily in full bloom quietly finished cleaning the tomb.

She found a suitable place and sat down carefully, talking in a low voice about the current situation and the trivial thoughts of the girl.

She said, "Brother, Brother Jiangu learned his cooking skills from you. The miso soup he made really tastes exactly like yours."

She said, "When my stomach hurts to the point of sweating, I almost thought you would be by my side in a daze."

She said, "Will you be okay there? Will you see Mom and Dad?"

She said, "I might... miss you."

Zhu Fuhuali stayed in front of the tombstone for more than half an hour, only seeing a few sporadic people.

The sun was gradually rising in the east, and the sun was getting hotter and hotter. The warm smile on the girl's face gradually disappeared.

She stood up and looked at the picture on the tombstone with a bright smile forever, and it took a long time before she promised in a hoarse voice, "See you next time, brother."

"I'm very happy."

……

"boom!"

Hoshino Takuya put freshly squeezed watermelon juice on the bar in front of Zhufuhuali, awakening Zhufuhuali who was in unreasonable thinking.

"Kids, don't think about it all day long. Go home after drinking. I'll treat you to this drink."

After Hoshino Takuya returned to Japan, he conducted an in-depth investigation of the past few years in the organization.

Many undercover agents or traitors who were killed were gradually forgotten.

Only a few veteran members would scribble mention of their death as a deterrent when occasionally educating or intimidating newcomers.

"...It is not uncommon for the undercover organization of the Japanese police..."

"...Like the scotch whiskey some time ago, it was still dead in the end."

"It's so strange... There are always delusional mice... One after another, they bump their heads to death in dead-end alleys..."

"It's really funny."

Hoshino Takuya didn't think he was a good person.

Hoshino Takuya arrested more criminals when he was a policeman, perhaps not as many innocents as he had killed in the organization in the past few years.

He had long since ceased to claim justice.

but……

Takuya Hoshino once wore a brand-new police uniform with enthusiasm, swearing to the cherry blossoms blooming above the police badge full of hope and fighting spirit.

When Takuya Hoshino sounded like a colleague who could be called a senior, but was mentioned in such a joking tone by the members of the organization who were drinking in his tavern.

A soul that has already been deeply stained with darkness will still feel anger and pain.

Hoshino Takuya calmly cleaned the wine glass used by Tequila and put it back in place.

He will not be so stupid as to be dominated by emotion like when he was a teenager, he will just remember silently and then brew.

The meaning of Hoshino Takuya's existence is to destroy this sinful organization and let all the guilty die.

　I don’t know if you still remember the task rewards for identity card optimization, but in fact, this effect has a great impact on the little devil’s various identity cards...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)