Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 339 Gin: Please answer the phone neatly

"Conan?!"

In Mao Lilan's impression, Conan is a precocious child who does not meet his age. He is calm, wise, curious and intelligent.

Conan said that he has always regarded Kudo Shinichi as the goal of learning and worship, and Mao Lilan has also seen the shadow of her childhood sweetheart Kudo Shinichi in Conan countless times.

but--

Mao Lilan never thought that she would see Conan cry one day, and it was still sobbing out of breath like a real elementary school student.

Mao Lilan quickly ran to Conan who was sitting on the dining chair, and she squatted down to meet Conan's eyes.

"Conan? What happened to you Conan?! What happened?!"

Mao Lilan looked helplessly at Conan, whose face was flushed from crying, and anxiously asked Conan what happened to him.

However, although Conan wanted to say that he was fine, his emotions were inexplicably turbulent and out of control like when he was in Izu. It's just that Conan and Officer Henggou's out-of-control emotions at that time were fear, despair and powerlessness. Out of control emotions are anxiety, restlessness and grievance.

it's wired!
Really weird!
"me"

Conan whimpered and thought about what to say, but in the end it all turned into a whimper that disappeared in his throat.

Even Hattori Heiji and Mori Kogoro, who were still communicating the details of the case with Officer Takagi, were attracted by Mori Ran's worried voice.

"Gong Conan?! You—were crying?!"

Hattori Heiji looked at Conan, who was blushing like a monkey's butt, and was so shocked that he almost burst out the vest that Conan had worked so hard to hide.

Conan glared at him anxiously, and of course Conan cried even worse at the same time.

"What's wrong with Conan?"

Even Officer Takagi, who originally recorded something in the police handbook, was taken aback by Conan's performance. Conan has not behaved like a child of his age should be. Officer Takagi saw Conan so uh... He couldn't help being a little surprised by his lively appearance.

Kogoro Moori glanced back at Mao Lilan who was squatting in front of him, covering his face, "Hey, don't worry about that stinky boy, Xiaolan has already gone to comfort him anyway, who knows that this kind of kid is going to talk to him every day?" What are you thinking about?"

Conan obviously felt that he shouldn't or that he shouldn't have such out-of-control emotions, but his self-control and rational calm that he had always been proud of had been wiped out in front of Brandy more than once.

too weird.

"Conan, it's okay, just speak slowly."

Mao Lilan wiped away the tears on Conan's face with her handkerchief, while she helped Conan, who seemed to be crying a little uncomfortable, patted his back gently, "Stop crying, stop crying, can Conan tell Sister Xiaolan, why are you crying?"

Conan tried his best to hold back his tears as if a bank had burst, but what made Conan feel powerless was that he found that he seemed to have lost control of his body, whether it was emotions or tears.

How could this be?
Why. Conan suppressed the choked-up crying, he couldn't get up or down due to the influx of airflow in the airway, why...
This has happened more than once.

Brandy. What did he do to himself? !

Just when Brandy completely left the block where Hualuanting was located, the emotions that had been surging in Conan's chest and repeatedly magnified countless times subsided like a tide.

All the emotions disappeared so suddenly, just as they appeared out of nowhere. "I--"

Conan, who finally regained control of his body, panted heavily, and he managed to calm down his breath.

Seeing that Police Officer Meguro was about to arrest Hanao Reiko and Wada Mino as the real murderers, Conan couldn't care less about anything else, he immediately answered loudly with his big watery eyes still full of tears Mao Lilan's question.

"Brother Theodore told me that Police Officer Mumu is going to arrest the wrong person."

As soon as Conan's intentionally louder words came out, everyone in Hualuanting attracted the attention of everyone in Hualuanting. Even though his heart was as strong as Conan's, he couldn't help but feel the temperature on his face burning up.

".I was so upset that I just—"

But as strong as Conan, he still stared at a pair of eyes that were crying into light bulbs, sucked his nose, pressed his throat and forced himself to finish speaking.

Compared with face, the truth is more important.

Isn't it the face? !

As long as the real murderer can be brought to justice, he, Kudo Shinichi, will be fearless!

Conan looked at the dubious Police Officer Mumu and the others with a serious expression, and for the time being he let go of his worries and suspicions about his losing control of his emotions in front of Brandy.

Conan decided to bring the current murder case back on track first, and under the questioning of Police Officer Megure and Hattori Heiji's unconvinced questioning, he slowly talked about his reasoning.

Brandy kept murmuring, buried his head, and walked quickly in one direction for a long distance. Seeing that the surrounding environment had become totally unfamiliar to Brandy, he stopped slowly.

He didn't know where he was going.

At this time, the rush hour for going to work has passed, and there are fewer pedestrians coming and going on the road than earlier, and the sun at ten o'clock is not as soft as it was earlier, and the sun is gradually becoming stronger and more sun-drenched. up.

Brandy didn't like the sun, or rather he didn't like the feeling of the sun shining too brightly on his skin.

Others go to the beach to enjoy sea bathing or sunbathing, but brandy is the exact opposite of them.

Brandy likes to go to the seaside, to the beach.

He likes to lie on the beach chair under the umbrella. Brandy can lie alone or in the shade under the scorching sun for a whole morning or afternoon.

Brandy looked around the unfamiliar street, occasionally passers-by would cast curious glances at this blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign boy.

Brandy pursed his lips, ignoring the eyes of passers-by, walked into the adjacent park, found a bench and sat down.

"Jingle Bell--"

Just when Brandy was sitting in the shade of a tree, thinking about nothing, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

Brandy was half a beat slow before taking out the ringing phone from his pocket. He glanced at the screen of the phone and saw that it was gin.

"Jingle Bell--"

Brandy let the phone ring several times before he reluctantly answered the phone, "Hello, gin?"

"What are you doing? Why did you wait until now to answer the phone?"

　Thanks for watching chess and painting piano.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)