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

"Isn't it because you have a fever?"

Otoi Hiro lifted his bangs with a worried look on his face, avoiding the wound and put his forehead against hers.

"..."

After a brief contact of their foreheads, Otoi Hiroshi was quickly pushed away by Kujo Reiko.

He lowered his head and looked at the fingers pointing at his chest, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Don't use your tricks to trick little girls to test me..." Kujo Reiko tilted her head, with a subtle smile under her misty eyes, "Or, at this moment, you have also felt a little moved by your aunt?"

"Wha, what!"

Otoi Hiro stepped back in fear.

Kujo Reiko seemed to have anticipated his reaction. She crossed her arms over her chest, crossed her long legs, and sighed heavily.

"Based on your previous performance, you are a very smart and capable person. Generally speaking, all actions of such people are carried out for a certain goal. And the reason why you approached me..."

Kujo Reiko turned her head and looked into Otoi Hiro's eyes. "It's to find out about your mother, right?"

There was a brief silence in the room as the two of them stared at each other.

After a long time, Otoi Hiroshi was the first to give in and revealed a bitter smile.

"That's right. From childhood to adulthood, the only trace of my mother is a very old photo frame in the room. Other than that, I know nothing. From the first time I saw you, I felt an inexplicable sense of comfort from you, and I understood - it was the induction between blood."

Since Kujo Reiko had already guessed his purpose, Otoi Hiroshi simply announced it honestly.

He was eager to know what had happened that year.

"Can you tell me a little bit about her?" he said.

The clock hanging on the wall was ticking. It was already ten o'clock in the evening and the sound of rain outside the window was gradually getting louder.

Kujo Reiko looked out the window. The sky was pitch black, with no stars visible. Because the window was closed, she could occasionally hear a dull whistling sound.

The night seems a little cool.

She gently stroked the band-aid that Otoi Hiroshi had just put on her forehead, slowly curled her legs up to her stomach, curled herself into a ball, and rested her chin on her knees.

"My sister is beautiful, generous, and especially gentle..."

The room fell silent again.

There were only the sounds of bells, rain, and Kujo Reiko's soliloquy as she lost herself in her memories.

……

The sticky rain covered the transparent windows, and the bell at midnight woke up Otoi Hiroshi who was staring at the wall in a trance.

Turn around and look.

Reiko Kujo, with her long hair loose, was lying on the sofa, sleeping very quietly.

The slender and beautiful legs were still curled up, and the whole person looked like a kitten drenched by the rain, with the slender white fingers clenched as if trying to hold on to something.

Tonight, Kujo Reiko said a lot.

She, who always speaks logically, said a lot of irrelevant things.

She was clearly speaking to Otoi Hiro, but Otoi Hiro felt as if she was speaking to himself.

It was like forcing myself to remind myself not to forget anything about my sister.

He found a thicker quilt from the inner room and covered Reiko Kujo with it. Looking at her sleeping face, Otoi Hiroshi was slightly dazed.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but she actually looks a lot like her mother.

It’s just that the two people give people different feelings.

The mother gives people the feeling of being like the rising sun, warm and generous. She is a woman who is gentle, considerate and has noble virtues like Yamato Nadeshiko.

Kujo Reiko's facial features appear even sharper, like an iceberg, so people can only look at her secretly from a distance.

Pushing aside a strand of hair that fell in front of her eyes, Kujo Reiko's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not wake up.

Otoi Hiro walked straight to the door. It was time to leave.

Even though it's raining heavily outside.

But now that he knew what he wanted to know, it was time for him to do what he should do.

Finally, he turned around and looked at Reiko Kujo.

She adjusted her sleeping position slightly, pinched the quilt with her fingers and pulled it up, revealing her sweet sleeping face.

……

This incident can basically be brought to an end.

Mrs. Takeuchi will face legal sanctions next. Of course, although the damned Mr. Takeuchi has escaped, I am afraid that Kujo Reiko will not let him off easily due to what happened many years ago and this malicious substitution of jail time.

I also got the answer I wanted.

He just wanted an answer. He didn't want to rely on the power of the so-called Kujo family, nor did he have any other thoughts.

That's all, that's all.

After leaving Reiko Kujo's house, Hiroshi Otoi came to the organization's underground research institute.

When we reached the upper level, we found that Gin and the others were not there, and we didn't know what mission they were carrying out.

They are always on the go...

Even the figure of Vermouth was not seen. It seemed that he was just an idle worker who was just waiting to die.

He also didn't see the researcher he had met before. He was probably hiding in a laboratory doing research. All the access control systems were equipped with facial recognition, and Yin Jinghong didn't encounter any obstacles along the way.

When he left, although he had guessed Alan's choice, he was still suddenly frightened when he pushed open the door.

The dark room was filled with a strong smell of blood. Alan, who was sitting on the ground with his knees crossed, suddenly looked up when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

Otoi Hiro frowned slightly, took out a cigarette and threw it in front of Alan.

"You did great, kid."

Next to Alan, there was a body that looked like Snake lying there, his face was so bloody that it was difficult to see his appearance clearly.

——He seemed to have been bitten to death.

Otoi Hiro lit a cigarette, lowered his eyes, and found that one of Snake's ears had been bitten off and fell casually to the side.

He felt that he had underestimated human desire to survive.

He threw the lighter in front of Alan, but Alan did not light it. Instead, he raised his head and stared at him intently.

"If I kill him, Snake, can I... survive...?"

The trembling voice slowly reached Otoi Hiroshi's ears. Alan's cheeks, mixed with blood and tears, looked extremely ugly.

The experiences during this period almost caused his spirit to collapse, and the experience of killing Snake before even made him a little scared of the unfamiliar self.

Fear, hunger, and countless negative emotions rose in his heart.

"Live."

These three words have become an obsession in his heart at this moment.

Just as Otoi Hiro said before, he is still young, his life is just beginning to shine, and he still has countless dazzling possibilities.

He didn't want to die in this dark corner underground with no one to ask him questions.

——He just wants to survive.