The Split-Actress in Conan's World

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw the petite figure huddled in a corner of the sofa.

Even though Chiyoko had a thousand words to say, she lost the courage to speak when her eyes met hers.

I'm back?

How's your body?

Obviously I have a lot of questions I want to ask, but they feel inexplicably heavy in my mouth and I can't get them out.

No matter how nice his words were, he was the one who kept it a secret from her, leaving her alone at home when she was sick and putting herself in danger.

He didn't even know how to explain his enlarged body.

There are many ways to cover up a lie, but none of them can make him feel at ease.

Haibara Ai had heard the noise at the entrance before, but did not react. It was not until the man actually walked in front of her that she seemed to realize something, put down the newspaper in her hand, and looked up at him.

There was still some residual redness on her fair little face; it was obvious that she had not yet fully recovered from her cold.

It's one forty at midnight.

Someone was waiting for him to come home.

"There's some Tremella soup in the pot in the kitchen. Go get it yourself. It shouldn't be necessary to force a girl who still has a fever to serve you."

Unexpectedly, the girl didn't ask anything, and her first words were full of familiar teasing.

Chiyoko suddenly felt that nothing else mattered.

FBI, organization, antidote...

None of them can compare to a bowl of Tremella soup after running around outside for half a day.

"How dare I trouble you?"

He smiled, his amber eyes seemed to glow, and the girl's figure was reflected in his clear eyes.

Yukiko Kudo came in carrying Conan, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, and saw Chiyoko drinking from a clay pot.

"Does it taste good?"

"If you ask me, with Xiao Ai's cooking skills, any boy who marries her would be blessed for three lifetimes!"

She curved her eyes and smiled meaningfully.

"Sister Yukiko understands." Chiyoko gave her a thumbs up and then buried her head in her food.

Haibara Ai kicked him lightly.

Conan looked at the guy wolfing down the food and swallowed subconsciously. His stomach rumbled unconsciously and he realized that he had not had dinner since he started planning in the afternoon.

This guy didn't even give him any self-awareness...

"Haha, it looks like Shin-chan's stomach is protesting!" Kudo Yukiko blinked deliberately, and turned around with Conan, who looked speechless, "Since the matter has been resolved, we won't stay any longer."

"During this period, your sister Weiyang and I will live next door. You can call us anytime if you have any problems!"

"Okay, Sister Yukiko." Chiyoko raised her head and responded.

Conan was not happy about this and started struggling in his mother's arms: "So don't treat me like a child!"

"What does it matter? You look like a child now, Shin-chan. I haven't seen you look this cute in a long time. You become less cute as you grow up... How about you stay at my house for a few days to accompany your mother? Okay, it's decided."

The unreasonable mother decided Conan's whereabouts for the next few days on her own.

Chiyoko watched with relish as they left Dr. Agasa's house and returned to Kudo's house next door.

Ignoring the doctor who was sleeping soundly in the room, there were only two people left in the room.

The lively atmosphere gradually faded away, replaced by a familiar tranquility.

Huiyuan Ai yawned, closed the newspaper in her hand, sat up from the sofa, and walked towards her room: "Wash the dishes after eating."

She was just waiting for Chiyoko and was forcing herself to sleep. Now that she saw him come back safely, she naturally felt relieved and planned to go back to sleep.

"Eh?!"

However, before he took a few steps, he was grabbed by a pair of strong arms and lifted off the ground.

The sudden loss of a sense of security made her subconsciously hold tightly to whatever she could rely on.

After a brief blur, I met a pair of pure eyes.

"......Are you sick?" Huibara Ai was speechless.

"That really does ruin the atmosphere," Chiyoko said with a wicked smile.

Haibara Ai was stunned for a moment, and the look in her eyes when she looked at him gradually became strange, as if she was looking at a pile of garbage that emitted a foul smell.

"I never thought there would be a scumbag around me who could get horny with a little girl..."

"No, don't talk nonsense, I'm going to sue you for defamation!" Chiyoko said anxiously, "I'm just worried about your health."

However, the contempt in Huihara Ai's eyes did not diminish much: "It's ok for you to just casually enter a girl's bedroom, but are you planning to stay the night, Mr. Pervert? You're really perverted."

"..." Chiyoko squeezed her eyes and considered whether to throw this scumbag woman onto the sofa.

"But..." She suddenly smiled, as cunning as a cat.

"Since you have taken the antidote, you should stay by my side so that I can observe you at all times, so that no problems will affect my reputation as a genius scientist."

Chiyoko's expression then changed from gloomy to bright.

"Tell me first, when did you take the medicine today?"

"Uh...it's like 4:30 in the afternoon?"

"Let's see how long it takes to expire tomorrow. If it's half an hour shorter than last time, you'll have to be more restrained in the future."

"it is good."

The nights in late autumn seem to be hotter than those in summer.

......

"Maruzhu Yiji, Oshiomiike——"

"Bride Rokukaku, Octopus Brocade——"

"Shiling Buddha, Takamatsu, Mangojo——"

"Snowshoes, jingle-dongs, fish racks—"

"After six or seven of them——"

"After Hachijo, it's Toji-dori—"

"Finally, there are nine avenues—"

The old dwarf trees bent down with the sound of the wind.

The cherry blossoms all over the sky dye the world pink.

The pretty little girl in a gorgeous kimono was gently hitting the ball in the center of the world and singing a catchy song.

The young dark-skinned boy climbed up to the temple window on tiptoe and stared blankly at the pink world through the railings...

And the girl in pink.

Hattori Heiji was lying on the bed, holding up a newspaper recording the Metropolitan Police Department's press conference this morning, his thoughts gradually returning to his distant childhood.

That girl...

"Yoshitsune of the Heisei Era, the mysterious leader of the thieves? ! ! "

The headlines in newspapers still reveal a strange sense of "shock", as if this is the only thing the Japanese media knows how to do.

He stood up, walked to the closet, rummaged through it casually, picked out a brown coat and put it on.

Then he went to the computer desk, picked up the baseball cap on the desk, put it on, then opened the drawer and took out a small silk bag from the bottom.

He poured it into his hand, and a small white stone as white as jade fell into his palm.

This is the only thing that can prove his memory.

Prove that it was not an illusory dream.

Hattori Heiji clenched his hands gently and turned to look out the window.

The cherry trees in the yard have bloomed.