I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

After sending her home, Hiroshi Otoi opened the window and lit a cigarette.

He didn't know why, but his heart felt a little heavy at this moment.

Or complicated.

Some things are inherently difficult to explain clearly using language and reasoning.

Otherwise there wouldn't be so many singles in the world.

If only data could be used to measure a person's heart.

Then everyone is a lover.

Unfortunately, he is just an ordinary person.

There are also many worries and sorrows.

With more and more identities tied to him, why doesn't he feel tired?

However, some things must be done.

Because he has someone he wants to protect.

On the other side, when the smoke screen dissipated, Nakamori Ginzo also led a group of men to find the White Horse Detective.

"Baima-kun, where is Kidd?" he asked.

Bai Ma Tan sighed helplessly, then shook his head.

The whole place was silent.

"Officer, I found this thing on the way here." Kuroba Kaito came over holding the pink gem in his hand.

Nakamori Ginzo looked at the gem in his hand and said unhappily: "Is it like this again..."

Kuroba Kaito raised his head and looked at Hakuba Tan with a meaningful smile.

Baima Tan's eyes narrowed, but he still did not relax his vigilance towards him.

"Officer, are there two Kaitou Kidds?" the wronged subordinate said helplessly.

"Impossible." Nakamori Ginzo denied directly, "You also saw him riding a broomstick, he must be a magician."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Nakamori Aoko walked out with her hands on her hips and a serious look on her face.

Everyone was startled by her aura.

"Kaitou Kidd..." Nakamori Aoko stretched out her index finger and shook it from side to side.

"Kaitou Kidd..." The enemy's subordinates were looking forward to it.

"He must be a shemale!" Nakamori Aoko declared.

Everyone immediately fell to the ground.

"Hey..." Kuroba Kaito said speechlessly.

I don’t know how she came to this conclusion.

As soon as he returned to the door of the apartment, Hiroshi Otoi let out a soft "Huh", which seemed to have changed from before he left.

The door handle's position has changed and remains level with the ground.

Out of caution, he would habitually press the door handle a little more every time he went out.

So the door handle should be tilted.

I didn't think much about it, maybe it was Xiao Ai who came over.

Open the door and walk into the hallway.

Otoi Hiroshi frowned slightly and lowered his gaze.

There is a pair of high heels lying crookedly on the place where shoes are kept in the entrance hall.

The crystals on the shoes shimmered with colorful halo, and the roots were about seven centimeters.

One is standing sideways, and the other is lying horizontally thirty centimeters away from it.

It's like a drunken career woman who picked up the back edge of her shoes with her fingers and threw them aside casually when she came home.

Looking up, there was a black lady's coat hanging on the wall.

You can still vaguely hear the "ding" sound of some spatulas colliding with each other in the kitchen.

People who don't know it seem to think that the wife is heating food for her husband who returns home late.

But he does not have such a virtuous wife.

In other words, his wife——

Still in elementary school.

If you think about it this way, the scene in front of you is quite subtle.

Otoi Hiroshi narrowed his eyes, calmly changed his shoes and took off his jacket.

Touching the playing cards hidden in his sleeves, he walked directly into the house.

Dinner was already prepared on the table, and the rich aroma of the food filled his nose.

There were wisps of white smoke lingering on the plate carved with blue and white flowers.

The sound of "sizzling" coming from the kitchen as the dishes and oil blend together.

Otoi Hiroshi felt more and more strange.

When he reached the kitchen door, his eyes widened.

The spatula in the woman's hand was constantly stirring the dishes. She was wearing an apron, and her blond hair fell casually on her fair and delicate back.

There was only a thin rope tied between her slender waist, and apart from that, there was nothing else on her beautiful back.

As if sensing Otoi Hiroshi's aura, she turned her head with a slight smile on her face.

"Welcome home, Lark."

On the apron on her chest, two firm cherries seemed to be about to pop out.

Otoi Hiroshi closed his eyes helplessly, gently pressed his temples with his hands and rubbed them a few times, then opened his eyes and looked at her.

"What are you doing, Belmode!"

His voice was cold, as if he was angry at Belmod's sudden arrival.

Belmode raised his head and gently shook his messy hair, raised the spatula with one hand and said softly: "Can't you see? I'm making dinner for you, my dear."

"I know you're cooking." Hiroshi Otoi lit a cigarette, "I'm asking what are you doing here?"

"Stop talking about this now." Belmode closed one eye playfully, "Can you tie up my hair? It's a little in the way."

Otoi Hiroshi frowned, and walked to Belmod's side in desperation.

Holding the cigarette in his mouth, he pinched her smooth fingers and took off the hair tie from her delicate wrist with his other hand.

Then he slowly walked behind her, gathered her beautiful blond hair together, tied it with a hair rope, and simply tied her into a sexy low ponytail.

Don't ask why, low ponytail yyds.

During this period, when his fingers occasionally ran over Belmod's back, she would tremble slightly.

The fragrant hair slowly fell from his fingers, because Otoi Hiroshi was much taller than Belmod.

The fullness of her chest and the smooth back were now fully visible to him.

There is really nothing under this woman’s apron!

"Lark, what are you looking at?" Belmode asked softly.

Although her back was turned to him, she seemed to be aware of his movements.

In other words, this was her deliberate arrangement.

Otoi Hiroshi flicked the cigarette ashes into the trash can and asked: "Why don't you wear clothes?"

Belmode turned off the fire, then turned around, tapped his red lips with his finger and replied in a slightly aggrieved voice: "Because it's too tight~"

Otoi Hiroshi choked on her, felt a little uncomfortable and ran away.

Otoi Hiroshi picked up Tagore's "The Gardener's Collection" on the dining table and read it.

Of course, he was just trying to distract himself from the discordant images in his mind.

After a while, Belmode walked out of the kitchen carrying the last dish.

Putting the plate on the dining table, she raised her arm and smelled it.

frown.

For a clean-loving woman like her, the smell of cooking fumes is a lifelong enemy.

Although frowning is so pretty.

"My body smells like oil smoke. Can I borrow your bathroom?" Bermod took out a cigarette from Otoi Hiroshi's cigarette case on the dining table and lit it.

Otoi Hiroshi nodded: "The shampoo and shower gel are on the shelf, and there are new toothbrushes and bath towels in the cabinet under the sink."

"Eh? Can I use your bath towel?" Belmode said naughtily, biting her lower lip.

[Question: Who is the one who talks wildly about wanting to defeat Tian Banzi? 】