Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

Because of the summer vacation, Conan was taken out to play by the Junior Detective League during the day. When he came back at night, he complained to Nagai Hikaru about the strange things he had encountered.

From watching football and finding out that Sanada doesn't use his dominant leg to kick the ball, thus discovering a hit-and-run incident, to encountering an old lady walking her dog being killed, to looking at models at an exhibition and encountering a model maker who ended up being killed.

For a moment, Nagai Mitsuru didn't know whether to sympathize with these kids or envy their overly rich summer vacation life.

"Who did the Junior Detective Team see die today?" Nagai Hikaru had finished his shower and was lying on the bed reading a book.

"No, they are safe today. It was Uncle Maori." Conan took off his glasses and pressed the middle of his nose. "I was going to call him for dinner, but he was drinking in the bar... and encountered a bar murder case."

Nagai Hikaru sighed: "Did you wake up your uncle when you left?"

"...I forgot because I was in such a hurry to come back!" Conan came to his senses.

"Are you inviting Uncle Maori to dinner?" Nagai Mitsuru turned around and looked at him.

"Yes...yes."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"..." Sweat dripped from Conan's forehead. "Forgot, I forgot."

"I knew it." Nagai Hikaru took out his cell phone and made a call, "Brother Toru, are you off work?"

"It's almost time to get off work, what's wrong?"

"Is there anything left in the cafe that I can make something to eat? Conan hasn't had dinner yet, can I order him some takeout? Just bring him something random."

"Okay, I'll make some sandwiches and bring them over. You seem to be staying here lately. Is there something going on at Dracula's villa?" After asking, Amuro Toru suddenly realized, "I'm sorry, I'm not asking for information. I'm just asking out of habit. You don't have to answer."

"It's okay, Shinichi is just being really clingy lately."

Conan jumped onto the bed and blushed as he grabbed Nagai Hikaru's phone: "Why did you tell Mr. Amuro this?"

"That's right." Nagai Hikaru didn't try to get his phone back after it was snatched away, he just lay on the bed helplessly, "Okay, Toru, I'll bring you a sandwich later."

Conan thanked Toru Amuro and hung up the phone, complaining a little embarrassedly: "Why are you bothering Mr. Amuro with this? I thought you were looking for Mr. Hamura."

"There's nothing I can do. There's no large refrigerator or ice cellar in this house. Shuichi doesn't hoard food, so all the food is delivered fresh on the same day. There are probably only a few eggs in the refrigerator now, so I can only order takeout if I want to eat." Nagai Mitsuru spread his hands.

"What are you reading?" Conan took the book from Nagai Hikaru's hand, "'Sentaro'? This doesn't match your style of painting at all."

"What kind of style do you have in mind for me?" Nagai Mitsuru was angry.

"...I can't explain it clearly." Conan turned his head away and didn't look at Nagai Hikaru.

"Why are you blushing?" Nagai Hikaru looked at Conan's red ears and didn't understand.

"Okay, Mr. Amuro will be here soon, you should change your clothes and stop wearing pajamas." Conan shook Nagai Mitsuru up, "And don't talk nonsense to Mr. Amuro, he is a public security officer, if you do something that makes him realize there is something wrong..."

"What's going on?"

"...Haha, nothing." Conan smiled awkwardly. On the day that Moriya Teiji was killed, Amuro Toru was also there. He covered his face and thought for a while. No, my idea is wrong. It is wrong to cover up.

No, I am not covering up for someone. There is no evidence, right? Yes, there is no evidence, and speculation can never be the basis for a verdict.

"Are you hungry?" Nagai Mitsuru put the book aside. "It will take at least half an hour for Brother Toru to clean up and close the cafe before coming over. Otherwise..."

Conan was shocked: "Can you cook?"

"Why don't you drink more water to fill your stomach?" Nagai Mitsuru said calmly.

"..."

"Have you forgotten that both of us were raised by Xiaolan?" Nagai Mitsuru's eyes were half-mooned.

"Oh...you should change your clothes first."

When Amuro Toru came, Nagai Hikaru was casually wearing a white sleeveless dress.

Conan took the bag of sandwiches from Amuro Toru and said, "Thank you, Mr. Amuro, for bothering you so late at night."

"This is what you look like without glasses." Amuro Toru smiled and rubbed Conan's head. "You really look completely different."

Nagai Hikaru was puzzled: "Ah, what's the difference? I look almost the same."

Conan said helplessly: "You see a lot of people who think they look like me, but luckily you didn't really make a mistake."

Amuro Toru looked around the house and said, "Xiao Guang has been living here lately. It's really nice. I think it's more convenient here."

"Yeah, but it's not bad to live there either. Each has its pros and cons." Mitsuru Nagai adjusted his hair.

"Is Mr. Hamura not here?" Amuro Toru was a little surprised.

"I told him to go and rest first." Seeing Conan take out a sandwich from the bag and start to eat it, Nagai Hikaru smiled and said, "Luckily, Brother Toru hasn't finished get off work yet, if it were any later, Shinichi would have gone hungry. Oh, what if he doesn't take the college entrance examination and enter the University of Tokyo because of this?"

"Todai University looks at written test scores, there is no physical examination." Conan couldn't help but complain.

"But being a police officer requires physical tests. Come on, Conan, why don't you try to be a police officer?"

Everyone sat on the sofa.

"I won't be a policeman. I want to be a detective." Conan had already started to gnaw on his second sandwich. After eating a little, he felt that it awakened his completely numb stomach and made him even hungrier.

Fortunately, Toru Amuro directly brought five sandwiches, so there shouldn't be enough to eat.

"You're awesome, great detective." Toru Amuro praised like he was coaxing a child.

Conan bit his sandwich and could only look over with a look of disgust.

Nagai Hikaru repeated in a condescending tone: "Great, great detective."

Conan finished chewing the sandwich in his mouth and said, "Okay, Mr. Amuro, you can go now. You don't leave at this late hour. Do you want to stay overnight? What time will you get home now?"

"Don't worry, I live in Trojan Apartments, it's very close."

"Ah, the Trojan Apartment in 5-chome?" Conan was a little surprised, "So close?"

"It's at the end of the street from the Mori Detective Agency, right? No wonder I chose to work at Bono Cafe, it's so close." Nagai Hikaru suddenly realized.

"Well, it's just a few blocks away, so it's quick to go back and forth." Amuro Toru nodded, "If Xiaoguang has any calls, I can come over quickly."

"We are still short of a gardener to take care of our garden. Would you like to come?" Nagai Mitsuru joked.

"Sure, I can also prune flowers and trees."

"Forget it, you're busy enough all day long." Nagai Mitsuru waved his hand and refused, "How can I disturb a busy person like you?"

"I'm serious. If Xiaoguang wants to find me, any time..."

Conan chuckled twice: "Mr. Amuro, do you have a lover? You are really good at coaxing people."

"Oh, my love..."

Nagai Hikaru interrupted: "Alright, alright, stop asking about other people's privacy. Eat quickly, then go upstairs to wash up and go to bed. You guys have an appointment with the Junior Detective Team to play together tomorrow, right?"

Amuro Toru understood and stood up: "Then I'll go back first."

"Thank you for tonight." Nagai Mitsuru stood up and saw Amuro Toru out the door.

The garden at night has a different flavor. Nagai Hikaru and Amuro Toru walked through the pink rose arch in the moonlight, and the warm-colored stair lights lit up with every step they took.

"It's a beautiful garden, is it really in need of a gardener?" Amuro Toru smiled.

"No, it's just a joke. Shuichi never lets me worry about these things." Nagai Mitsuru shook his head.

"I was serious just now."

"what?"

"You can find me anytime if you need me."

Nagai Hikaru nodded and smiled: "Okay."

"I'm not being polite." Amuro Toru raised his hand and rubbed Nagai's bald head. "It's not being polite. Just like tonight, you saw Conan was hungry, and the first thing you thought of was to ask me to bring him some food. I was very happy. It's a good thing to ask for help like this."

"Brother Toru, you are a really nice person." Nagai Hikaru took Toru Amuro's hand and compared his palm with his. "Ah, your fingers are longer than mine."

Amuro Toru bent his fingers, interlocked his fingers with Nagai Hikaru, and said with a smile: "I can always treat you well."

"Then your girlfriend will be jealous." Nagai Mitsuru pulled his hand away and tidied his hair that was blown by the wind.

"but I……"

"Shh..." Nagai Hikaru put his index finger in front of his mouth, "We will not ask each other's secrets. This is our agreement."

"But……"

"Keep your promise." Nagai Hikaru pressed his finger on Amuro Toru's lips, "Just think of it as my own willfulness. I don't want to hear Brother Toru talk about his girlfriend."

Amuro Toru's expression paused for a moment before he smiled and nodded: "Then I won't say anything more."

Nagai Hikaru withdrew his hand, walked down the last few steps of the stairs, turned around, looked up and smiled: "Okay, I'll take you to the door. I'm too lazy to walk any further."

"That's really hard work, Xiaoguang."

The moonlight shone on the pink rose balls on both sides of the gate. Nagai Hikaru stood beside the rose balls in a white dress, her long golden hair blown by the summer night breeze. Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment before raising his hand to say goodbye to Nagai Hikaru: "The garden over here looks more suitable for you. Consider living here for a while."

"Only this summer."

"Ok?"

"Brother Jin said that he will go back after summer. The flowers over there are also very beautiful." Nagai Hikaru leaned against the European-style iron gate and looked at Amuro Toru. "So brother Toru, can I disturb you often this summer?"

"I said, any time is fine, not just this summer."

"it is good."

Toru Amuro turned and left, and when he turned at the end of the road, he looked back. Through the European-style floral iron gate, a figure in a white dress mixed with pink roses blurred in the garden, as if he had entered a unique summer dream.