The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Huh? Miss Chiga Ling, your hand is injured?" The observant Toyama Kazuha saw a Band-Aid on the base of the white-faced prostitute's thumb.

"Oh, yes, I hurt myself accidentally." Qian Heling smiled and withdrew her hand without dwelling on this topic.

“Although Kyoto is known as the capital of cherry blossoms, it is only at this time of year that such spectacular cherry blossoms bloom.”

Toyama and Ye didn't pay much attention to this detail. They followed their good sisters to look at the other side and admire the beautiful cherry blossoms.

Conan and Hattori Heiji, who had already decided the winner, put away their chessboards. Seeing a few high school girls chattering, they came over curiously.

"Hey, Gong...Conan, look at that guy!" Hattori Heiji pointed at a tall and thin figure wearing a well-fitting suit by the river bank.

The banks of the Kamogawa River were filled with couples in love, but this man was the only one standing out by himself.

"Isn't that Officer Ayanokouji?" Conan couldn't reach the top of the railing, so he had to hold the wooden pole with both hands and try his best to look over there to recognize the man's identity.

"What is he doing over there?"

Two detectives, one big and one small, were there wondering why Officer Ayanokouji appeared here, while Suzuki Sonoko excitedly wanted to drag Rin Shakuha to see the scenery together.

"I don't need that. I've been in Kyoto for a month and none of the scenery is new to me anymore." Rin Chiyu shook his head and sat as calmly as a mountain.

"But you can try to go to the terrace on the lower floor, where the view will be better." Lin Chiyu swiped his phone, "I saw the weather forecast saying that the clouds will disperse early tonight, and the moonlight should be nice."

"really?"

"Let's go take a look."

The girls couldn't resist the temptation of the beautiful scenery, and they pulled each other out of the door and went downstairs.

Compared to the other two, Mao Lilan still had some sense of responsibility. Before leaving, she asked Conan: "Conan, do you want to come with us?"

"I'll just stay here." Conan shook his head.

Mao Lilan turned to look at Hattori Heiji.

"Me too." He smiled.

Yuan Shan He Ye, who had already stepped out of the door, paused alertly and turned his head to look at him: "Why?"

"Are you attracted to that dancer?" She narrowed her eyes and spoke in a subtle tone.

Hattori Heiji showed a somewhat speechless expression: "Please, it's nothing, don't make random guesses, okay."

"Hmph, Xiaolan, let's go and ignore him."

Toyama Kazuha snorted, took Mao Lilan's hand and left.

After the beautiful young girls left, the adult uncles started the second game. New shochu was served on the table, and Chiha Ling was also called over to play Huajiuling together.

Uncle Maori was having a lot of fun. His face turned red and he was almost disoriented.

During this period, Saijo Daihe and monk Longyuan both went out, apparently to go to the toilet.

"Oh... the moon has come out." Monk Long Yuan had just come back. He sat down with his legs folded, and saw the round and bright moon outside the window.

The moonlight poured into the private room, adding a touch of elegance to the absurd drinking party.

Kogoro Mori raised his glass with a smile again, but heard a "click" sound.

Looking back, I saw that Lin Chiyu had stood up at some point and turned off the lights in the room.

For a moment, the dim ambient light was replaced by a half-silver light, and the entire private room fell into tranquility and peace.

“I feel like this will be more stylish.”

Lin Chiyu said calmly.

"Well... this seems not bad." Uncle Maori sobered up a little and didn't care. Instead, because of the change in atmosphere, he became a little more arrogant and his drinking posture became much more reserved.

The others also nodded in succession, thinking that such quiet moonlight would be perfect to pair with wine.

Lin Chiyu sat back, looked at the time on the phone screen, and instead of playing with the phone, he turned off the screen and looked at the clear moon outside the window.

It wasn't a sudden idea, he just felt that there was a dead person lying downstairs and it wasn't a good idea for them to have fun and sing all night long.

Turning off the lights can help everyone be more restrained, so that it won't be too hard to accept when the body is found later.

It is now 8:57 in the evening, and there are about four or five minutes left before Mama-san goes to wake up Sakura Masazo as scheduled and discovers the body.

He counted silently in his mind from one to ten, and then from ten to one hundred.

Taking a sip of shochu, Rin Shakuha felt very calm.

As we all know, he is not a gentle person.

Perhaps many people have seen his "gentle" appearance, but that is not gentleness, but a kind of "restrained indifference."

He knew the fate of most people and could predict their future.

The murderer, the victim, the suspect.

Everyone's identity is clear and everyone's fate is determined.

He watched one interesting or boring case after another, saw those whose schemes succeeded being smug, and heard those whose schemes failed wailing.

It's like watching a "drama" that has nothing to do with you.

He may be polite, and he may indeed appear amiable enough.

But there is no doubt that he is "indifferent" in his bones.

He did experience many events personally, but he never really intervened in any of them.

Rin Shakuha is not averse to applauding the detectives' brilliant reasoning, and is never reluctant to provide some help with clues.

But he had never really put himself in the situation and started this "adventure" from their perspective.

Never.

He just watched quietly from the side, watching the murder happen, watching the murderer make excuses, and watching the detective show off his power.

Even if he knew everything, knew which helpless lamb was going to be killed, and knew which butcher knife the murderer would choose.

He never thought about who had to be saved, nor did he think about who had to be judged.

He always thought he was an "actor", acting out everything he clearly didn't care about and pretending to enjoy it.

But Iros was right.

The strange cat broke the peace of his life and made him suddenly realize a fact.

He is not an "actor", he is just an uninterested "audience member".

Only actors have the obsession to revise the script. The audience just watches, occasionally criticizes the bad script, and then forgets about it, letting time decay it and turning to the next play.

Lin Chiyu put down the empty wine glass, looked up at the full moon, his eyes blurred for a moment.

There is something that everyone knows very well, but few people really realize: the moon is sometimes incomplete, sometimes full; sometimes it hangs in the blue sky, sometimes it is hidden in the clouds...

But no matter what people do, it exists so quietly above the sky, silently overlooking the earth.

It's always watching you, whether you're looking at it or not.