No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

So far, she still can't accept the news of Kuroba Kaito's death.

Aoko Nakamori walked out of Tokyo's Narita Airport and took a taxi to Egutian.

Seeing her good looks, the driver's master turned on the chattering mode and kept talking.

However, Aoko Nakamori was absent-minded, did not listen at all, and ignored it directly.

In two or three hours, the taxi arrived in the Jianggutian area.

Seeing familiar signs and buildings made her a little sighed.

Before you know it, it's snowing.

Aoko Nakamori passed the house and did not enter, came to Kuroba Kuito's villa and rang the doorbell.

There was a ding dong for a long time, but there was no response.

Looking from the outside, there is no light in the house at all, and the quietness makes people panic.

Nakamori Aoko slammed the door hard, but there was still no response.

At the end, she was a little tired and very depressed.

He squatted at the door, clasped his knees with his hands, and said nothing.

Nakamori Aoko is in a bad mood now and doesn't really want to go home.

Then put your suitcase on and head to the Clock Tower Square.

Here, there are fond memories shared by her and Kuroba Kuito.

Two months ago, the square was to be demolished and rebuilt, and the clock tower was to be demolished.

In order to protect the bell tower that has been standing for several years, Kuroba Kaito incarnates as the phantom thief Kid, and threatens to steal the bell.

After some operations, it was successfully saved.

At that time, he didn't appreciate it, and even called Kidd a thief.

Did he feel very sad then?

"Yeah, Aoko?!"

A shout interrupted Nakamori Aoko's thoughts.

She tilted her head to see that it was Keiko Momoi, a former classmate.

The other party sat beside him and said:

"I haven't seen you for a long time, didn't you say you are studying abroad?"

Aoko Nakamori shook his head and grinned bitterly:

"Maybe...I felt uncomfortable with it, so I came back."

"Just come back, by the way, Qingzi, do you know where Kuaidou is going?"

"what?"

"I haven't seen him for many days, and the head teacher can't get in touch with him. I don't know if something happened, it's really worrying. Without this magician who can create the atmosphere in the class, everyone is very dull between classes, and I always feel that something is missing. ."

Aoko Nakamori lowered his eyebrows, a little regretful.

Unfortunately, I can't go back.

It's still a good day to be happy and playful.

After chatting for a while, Momoi Keiko had something to do and left.

She sat on a chair in the Bell Tower Square, staring at the flying white pigeons in a daze.

At 18:[-], the bell rang.

The sun was setting, staining the floor an orange-yellow.

An old man on crutches walked to the other side of the chair and sat down.

Although he looks old, the skin under his sleeves is extraordinarily young:

"Girl, I see you have been sitting here for a long time."

"Grandpa, are you blocking you? I'll go right away."

"No, no, you continue to sit, just because you seem to have something on your mind, come and ask."

Seeing that Aoko Nakamori didn't answer, the old man raised the topic again:

"Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory. If you have anything on your mind, why don't you tell me about it, maybe it will feel better in your heart."

"This...isn't it good?"

"Damn, little girl, what's the point? It's because I don't know each other that I have no psychological burden."

She felt reasonable and sighed:

"I have a childhood sweetheart boy who has studied together since childhood and grew up together. He is eccentric, lively, outgoing, and romantic, and he often provokes girls everywhere."

The old grandpa was a little angry when he heard this, and muttered in a low voice:

"Am I having a blast there?"

Nakamori Aoko didn't hear clearly and asked:

"Hey, what did you say?"

"No... nothing, you continue."

"Whether it is learning or other aspects, he is very good. However, I am very ordinary and feel that I am not worthy of him."

Speaking of Kuroba Kaito, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously:

"He often bullied me and molested me in public. I used to find it annoying and very resistant. Later, I got used to it for some reason. Now, I still miss it a little."

The old grandfather was a little carried away, and laughed directly:

"Hahaha, girl, are you Stockholm syndrome?"

"Maybe, but, old man, what are you laughing at?"

"No, listening to you talking about this, I remembered the interesting things about getting along with childhood sweethearts in the past. I couldn't help it, I'm sorry."

Nakamori Aoko nodded, expressing understanding:

"That's it, it doesn't matter."

"Girl, then what is on your mind has something to do with this man?"

"Yeah, only when you really lose it will you start to cherish it. Unfortunately, everything can't be returned."

"Why can't I go back, is this person dead?"

After finishing speaking, the old man felt that his words were inappropriate and kept apologizing:

"I'm sorry, I speak more directly, don't mind."

"It's okay, Grandpa, you're right." Aoko Nakamori looked gloomy: "He...may be dead."

"possible?"

"Although the body has not been found, the person has been missing for many days and cannot be contacted at all."

"I can't get in touch, maybe I'm busy with something very important."

Seeing her bowing her head and saying nothing, the old grandpa hurriedly changed the subject:

"Girl, what will you do if he comes back again?"

"What do you mean?"

"Will you confess to him and express your heart?"

"That's not possible, is it?"

"Oh, there are no absolutes in the world, don't say it so deadly. If, what I mean, he comes back again, will you confess your feelings like him?"

Aoko Nakamori thought about it seriously, and nodded solemnly:

"meeting."

"Will you forgive him for his previous actions?"

"meeting."

"Will you meet all his demands?"

"meeting."

Under the good guidance, she was taken away the whole time.

Faced with the last question, without thinking about it, I answered it directly.

"Good! That's what you said."

Seeing the grandfather take the initiative to get up, Nakamori Aoko was a little stunned.

The other party took out a cloak from nowhere and covered himself.

When the cloak slowly slipped, it revealed the appearance of Kuroba Kuaidou.

With a smirk on his face, he showed the small tape recorder in his hand:

"What you said just now, I have recorded it, don't try to go back on it."

Staring at the familiar face in front of him, Nakamori Aoko's eyes were a little wet:

"You... are you Kuaidou?"

"Like a fake replacement!"

Kuroba Kuito patted his chest, leaned in front of her, and suddenly lifted his skirt:

"Yo, today is also a white bear, very energetic."

Nakamori Aoko's face was extremely hot, and her voice was a little choked:

"It's you... it's really you!"

"Of course it's me, or who else could it be?"