Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"15 years ago was too long ago, and the records from that time might be hard to find." Yamato Gansuke leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

"Speaking of this, we can go ask Uncle Kai." Uehara Yui clapped her hands.

Yamato Gansuke agreed with this suggestion: "Indeed, Uncle Kai is familiar with this area. By the way, Uncle Morobushi has always lived in Nagano. Will he have heard anything about it?"

Zhu Fu Gaoming glanced at him and said, “I dare to help you. Is there a possibility that the older generation lives here?”

"No one can leave here tonight." Lin Xiaochen glanced at the dark sky through the window. The orange light in the interrogation room shone through the glass onto half of his face, making his features look a little weird.

"Seniors, please go back and rest first. I am on night shift today." Lin Xiaochen suggested.

Yamato Gansuke refused: "You are injured, so just go back first. I will take your place."

Uehara Yui also advised him: "Agan is right, you are exhausted today, take care of your injury when you go back, and don't get wet."

"I don't feel comfortable doing this." Lin Xiaochen glanced at the silent Zhu Fu Gaoming, trying to get some support from him.

Zhu Fu Gaoming had an elegant smile on his face, but his tone left no room for doubt: "Go back, Mr. Lin."

Three against one, Lin Xiaochen returned empty-handed.

He declined Uehara Yui's offer to take him home and walked silently on the quiet path alone.

Looking at Lin Xiaochen's departing back, Uehara Yui couldn't help but ask: "Agan, why did you chase him away?"

"Because it's so strange. You just came to Nagano, but you know about an old case from more than ten years ago. Don't say it's the credit of sorting out the case files."

Yamato Gansuke looked at Uehara Yui who was about to open her mouth to defend Lin Xiaochen and interrupted her.

"Don't even mention whether such trivial things will be recorded. Even if they were recorded, according to Lin Xiaochen's statement that there was someone behind that person, they should have been destroyed long ago. How could they be kept until now? Besides--"

Yamato Gansuke took a deep breath and said, "He let the key suspect escape, and then he got injured by such a coincidence. I don't believe he has nothing to hide."

"What could be his purpose in doing this?" Uehara Yui asked, "Could it be that he knows the suspect?"

Yamato Gansuke snorted, "Who knows. You should go back and rest first. He was right about one thing - the police station is not peaceful tonight."

In the interrogation room, Shotaro Yamada held his head tight to prevent himself from falling into a dream.

The duty room was facing the interrogation room. Yamato Gansuke put his legs on the table, folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhu Fu Gaoming was holding a thick Chinese classical version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and reading it with great interest.

Uehara Yui was reluctant to leave and felt a little uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, she put her head on her hands and fell asleep on the table.

For a moment, the air was so stagnant that one could hear the ticking sound of the second hand and the long, steady breathing of several people.

There was a strong wind outside the window, and the window frames were rattling.

Zhu Fu Gaoming smoothed out the curled corner of the book, stood up and locked the window, then looked at Yamato Gansuke who was snoring loudly with a little disgust, pinched his brows, and looked a little tired.

The hands gradually overlapped, and Uehara Yui woke up without knowing when. Looking at Zhu Fu Gao Ming who was still working at his desk, she walked over and said in a low voice: "Zhu Fu, you take a rest first, I will guard the rest of the night."

Zhu Fu Gaoming did not refuse, nodded, covered himself with the suit jacket and closed his eyes.

Everything was quiet. Uehara Yui looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window and felt that it was a bit scary.

On her desk lay a pot of daffodils that Lin Xiaochen had sent her the day before. A faint fragrance emanated from the pale yellow petals. Uehara Yui let the scent of the flowers wake her up and carefully pondered over the notes she had just taken.

As the night grew deeper, Uehara Yui began to feel exhausted. She looked up at the clock which showed 1:00 and felt that time was passing more and more slowly.

The scent of the flowers became stronger and stronger, making her dizzy, but she heard shouting coming from the interrogation room.

Yamato Gansuke, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to rush out of the duty room, but for some reason he stumbled and almost fell. However, he quickly steadied his steps and pushed the door open to go out.

Zhufu Takaaki and Uehara Yui followed closely behind.

Yamada Shotaro in the interrogation room was terrified and pointed in the direction of the door: "There...there are people there..."

Yamato Gansuke, who was coming in from outside, quickly went out again, opened the window, and stuck his head out to look out.

Unfortunately, apart from the suffocating wind, Yamato Gansuke didn't see anyone.

Morofushi and the other two checked Yamada Shotaro's body and found that he was just frightened.

After being frightened by him, Uehara Yui became much more sober. Seeing that Yamada Shotaro was cowering like a quail, she simply sat down in the interrogation room and planned to stay with him until dawn.

Yamato Gansuke, who had returned, shook his head at the two Morobushi, looked at Yamada Shotaro and asked, "Did you see the man's appearance clearly?"

Shotaro Yamada shook his head, looking as if he didn't dare to say anything.

Yamato Gansuke cracked his knuckles and hooked a chair with his feet, intending to stay in the interrogation room.

The duty room could not be left unattended, so Zhu Fugaoming was assigned to go back. He sat down again, but felt a little chest tightness.

On the other side, Lin Xiaochen, who had been sent back early, was still awake at this moment.

He was looking at the most recently updated comic, his eyes lingering on the page where Lin Yucheng appeared.

The cartoonist did not draw Lin Yucheng's appearance clearly, but gave the evaluations of him by Zhu Fujingguang and Furuya Ling, which caused a lot of heated discussion.

Lin Xiaochen didn't care whether he was labeled as a black party. He looked at the thin and lonely back of Lin Yucheng in the comic and remained silent for a long time.

The system didn't know how to comfort the other person, so it turned off its blue light screen and accompanied him silently.

As the night deepened, the system could not help but remind him: [Host, it is late.]

Lin Xiaochen looked at the time and sighed: "I've lost weight and my temper has changed."

"I'm going out for a walk." Lin Xiaochen pulled over the gray-black wool coat.

System block: [Host, it's too late. You have to be busy tomorrow. Besides, the wound on your hand...]

"It's okay, it's just one night, I can handle it."