Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

When Nagai Mitsuru woke up in the morning, he had a headache. He opened the Mom app to listen to today's date, then got up in a daze and went to the bathroom.

Then I brushed my teeth while recalling what I did last night.

Oh, after pretending to be Gin and making threats, he happily went to check the wine cabinet, but after drinking two or three glasses of bourbon, he noticed the smell of lime coming from the person on the ground, so he started calling Hamura to bring him syrup, and tried various ways to add the lime juice to make cocktails, making one drink after another.

Nagai Hikaru covered his face in shock. No way, he seemed to have drunk something wrong. This person had not undergone a physical examination like Ireland. But an FBI agent should be okay... maybe?

The phone rang at this time, and Suzuki Sonoko's voice was very happy: "Xiao Guang, will you come to our Suzuki Express? I saved two tickets for you, do you want to invite your long-legged brother?"

"...No, I'll only take Shuichi with me."

"Why? How about I get you another ticket."

"He's not interested in this." Nagai Mitsuru brushed his teeth, wiped his face, and casually grabbed two handfuls of hair. He must have been thrown directly onto the bed by Gin last night. He didn't take a shower or change into pajamas, and he still smelled of alcohol.

He wasn't drunk to the point of losing his memory and acting recklessly, he just simply wanted to keep drinking. It seems like he has a good alcohol tolerance.

Nagai Hikaru praised himself.

"Eh? What a shame. I wanted to talk to him. He seemed like a very cool and handsome guy."

"No, he laughs often." His laugh is the kind that would probably scare Ai to tears.

"I can't tell at all. So you're the outgoing type?"

"...Not very cheerful." Nagai Hikaru yawned and began to fill the bathtub, "Are Conan and the others going too?"

"Yes, I reserved tickets for them. There are also tickets for those kids and even Mr. Amuro."

"Ah, even Toru-nii-san is prepared."

"He also helped at the gym last time. I feel he was unexpectedly reliable in times of crisis." Suzuki Sonoko said with a smile.

"That's great. With so many of us, we can probably rent out an entire carriage."

"Yeah, but Uncle Jiroji is still in a bad mood. Let's stay away from him tomorrow."

"What's wrong?" Nagai Mitsuru took off his clothes and walked into the water.

"Last night, a helicopter came from nowhere and fired at our Suzuki Tower. The Suzuki Tower, which was originally scheduled to open at the beginning of next month, will have to be postponed for at least two months."

"Ah, does it take so long to delay treatment just because of a bullet wound?" Nagai Mitsuru sat in the bathtub which was only one-third full of water, feeling a little puzzled.

"Because all the glass has to be very large, we can only deliver two pieces a day at most, and the installation is very troublesome, we can only fish them up piece by piece from outside. And because of this, my dad was determined to customize all the glass to be bulletproof." Suzuki Sonoko walked with her hands on her hips on the other side of the phone, "Customized glass also takes time."

"…Were all of them replaced with bulletproof ones? Or were only the ones that were broken?"

"It's all broken." Suzuki Sonoko was a little angry. "It seems that they said they specifically swept the glass and swept around the tower. The Metropolitan Police Department said that the helicopter had crashed and they couldn't find any clues. They suspect it was our business rival."

"...Does business war have to incur such a high cost now?" Nagai Mitsuru said in a shocked tone.

"Yes, the police also suggested that Uncle Jiroyoshi delay the departure of the Suzuki train." Suzuki Sonoko seemed to be walking up the stairs.

"So?" The bathtub was already half full of water, and Nagai Mitsuru felt a lot more relaxed.

"Uncle Jirokichi rejected me. You don't know how persistent my uncle is on these things." Suzuki Sonoko knocked on the door. "I'm here to deliver tickets to Xiaolan and the others, and to play games. She just bought a new game. Do you want to come over and play with us?"

"Today? No, I'm a little tired."

"Ran, I'm here to give you tickets for the Suzuki train. Cars 6 and 8, which number do you like? Good morning, Conan."

Conan's voice came from the other end: "Sister Sonoko, are you still on the phone?"

"Yeah, tell Xiaoguang about it."

Nagai Mitsuru slid down a little, and his entire body was immersed in the water.

Suzuki Sonoko heard the sound of water and asked, "Xiao Guang, what are you doing? Brushing your teeth?"

"Let's take a bath."

"You're taking a bath so early in the morning?" Suzuki Sonoko said with a smile, "You're really weird."

"I didn't take a shower last night, and I felt uncomfortable when I woke up, so I took a bath." Nagai Hikaru yawned, "Okay, you and Xiaolan have fun, and we'll see you on the Suzuki."

On the other side, Conan heard about taking a bath, and after a moment of silence, he jumped up and snatched Suzuki Sonoko's phone: "Xiao Guang, what happened to you last night?"

Suzuki Sonoko punched Conan on the head: "You rude kid, how could you suddenly snatch someone's phone!"

Conan was punched and saw that the phone had been hung up. He cried out in pain and returned the phone to Suzuki Sonoko.

Then he took out his cell phone and ran downstairs to make a call.

Suzuki Sonoko laughed dryly: "We've only been apart for two days and she's already thinking this way. How much does this kid like Sister Xiaoguang?"

Mao Lilan frowned slightly, pulled Suzuki Sonoko over and whispered: "It happened that there were so many people last time that I couldn't tell you. Do you remember what Xiaoguang's reaction was when he saw blood?"

"Blood? It's the reaction to seeing blood? What? He finally gets anemia once a month?" Suzuki Sonoko was at a loss.

"Ahhhh, Sonoko, stop talking nonsense!" Mao Lilan covered her red face, "Who is talking to you about this! It's blood, that kind of blood when you encounter a murder case or something like that."

"...I don't quite understand what you mean."

Mao Lilan looked around and saw Mao Li Kogoro reading today's newspaper at his desk, not paying any attention to this side, so she pulled Suzuki Sonoko to the lounge next to her: "Just the day before yesterday... the gymnasium exploded, and he saw the blood on Conan's head and thought it was milk tea. What's going on?"

"...Are you kidding?" Suzuki Sonoko laughed dryly, "Conan has milk tea or something in his blood. He's quite sweet. Are you describing Conan as cute?"

Mao Lilan shook her head seriously: "No, I'm not kidding. He seems to really mistake blood for milk tea."

"what?"

"Just... is there such a disease in psychology that would cause people to mistake blood for something else?"

"I know about being afraid of blood, but how can mistaking blood be considered a mental illness?" Suzuki Sonoko touched her chin in bewilderment. "And Hikaru didn't have this problem before, right? When he and we encountered corpses, he was the calmest."

"But... it's so strange, how could it become like this?" Mao Lilan also held her chin, feeling confused and puzzled, "What's wrong with this?"

"...If Conan is milk tea, does he see everyone's blood as milk tea? Or does he specifically see Conan as milk tea?" Suzuki Sonoko had a flash of inspiration, "This won't affect my life, right? If he is actually seeing the essence through blood, is this actually a special ability?"

"Sonoko...I'm seriously worried."

"I've been thinking about this seriously, too. If everyone is different, then what am I? I care so much. I'll ask him next time we meet. Or maybe he only watches Conan as milk tea? Are the others normal?"

Mao Lilan was a little bit distracted by what was said: "Yeah, if Conan is milk tea, what am I?"

On the other side, Conan, who was walking downstairs with his phone, finally got through to Nagai Hikaru: "Xiao Guang, how were you last night?"

Nagai Hikaru was puzzled: "Last night?"

"Why did you get up this morning and take a shower?"

"Because I didn't wash it last night..." Nagai Mitsuru combed his long hair and said in a flat tone.

"...Then what happened last night that made you go to bed without taking a shower?" Conan was a little nervous, knowing that Nagai Hikaru was not a special case and must take a shower every day. He thought about how Nagai Hikaru went to the RV to take a shower before going to bed that night when they went camping.

"I drank a little last night." Nagai Mitsuru answered honestly.

"He forced you to drink!?" Conan raised his voice.

"...I drank it myself." Nagai Hikaru covered his face, thinking this misunderstanding was a bit strange. "Okay, do you have to question me just because I took a shower this morning?"

"No, I just..."

"Oh, you know the person who came into my house last night?"

"No, ah that's not right... Hey... Um, Hikaru, will Gin be staying at your place recently?"

"Yeah, he said he was waiting for someone to come." Nagai Mitsuru rolled his eyes, "I don't know who offended him."

Conan took a deep breath and said, "Are you okay?"

"Maybe I drank too much. My head hurts a bit." Nagai Hikaru pressed his temple. "Do you know what's going on?"

“…No, I’m not sure.”

"If a child lies, his nose will grow longer."

"Xiao Guang!" Conan called out, and then after a moment of silence, he asked, "Will you come on the Suzuki Express?"

"Yes, Sonoko reserved a ticket for me."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Nagai Hikaru's status with Gin had not changed.

After chatting for a few minutes and hanging up the phone, Conan was about to turn around and go back to the Maori Detective Agency upstairs when a hand pressed his head: "Edogawa, what happened last night? It seems you know something."

"An...Mr. Amuro?"

"You were talking to Hikaru on the phone just now, right? What happened to Gin?"

"Nothing... nothing..." Conan tried to keep a calm expression.

"You know nothing about the Suzuki Tower being machine-gunned by an armed helicopter last night, right?" Toru Amuro squatted down, put his hand on Conan's shoulder and smiled at him.

"Wow! There's a helicopter. I really want to take a ride."

"What happened to Xiaoguang drinking last night?"

"I really... I really don't know. I also want to know the specific details, but Xiaoguang didn't tell me." Conan was nervous.

"Oh, then I only have one last question." Amuro Toru patted Conan's shoulder seriously, "It seems that you recently lent your house to a man named Okiya Subaru, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Yesterday, I accidentally saw the photos and videos taken by Mitsuhiko in Mr. Maori's computer. They were locked in a wooden house and someone set it on fire. Fortunately, Mr. Okiya kicked the wooden board to pieces and brought them out."

"Yes... yes." Conan's whole body tensed up, thinking about what Amuro Toru meant.

"When he stuck his head into the cabin, he opened his eyes, and was photographed by Mitsuhiko. Those eyes look very familiar." Amuro Toru released his hand that was holding Conan's shoulders, and squatted in front of him, still wearing the apron of Bono Cafe, with his eyes level with Conan, and asked with a smile, "Can you tell me in detail why you are willing to lend him the house to stay temporarily?"

"Ah...ah, Sister Xiaolan seems to be calling me, I'll go upstairs first!" Conan rushed up the stairs with a panicked look on his face.