Anti-parallel, highly helical

Chapter1 single night

Night, rooftop.Phantom thief, detective.

The perfect standoff.

Just like the fights that have been repeated countless times before, the detectives did not arrest the strange thief today.Not without ability, not without evidence, and not with compassion.

The detective is simply used to chasing after the phantom thief, and the phantom thief is also content with this kind of escape that brushes past danger.

Dangerous balance.

"I will catch you next time."

"Looking forward to seeing you next time."

Seeing the strange thief's white back fading away in the night, the detective smiled indifferently, turned and left.The wind on the roof was a bit strong, but it couldn't blow the corner of his coat.

In the pocket, lies the target of the theft this time.

"Today is also very smooth~" Kuroba Kaito, who took off his phantom thief costume, returned home with ease.A room with only one person may be a little empty, but it doesn't lack warmth at all.As for why...

Lights, TV, hot milk, chocolate.The free space that belongs to one person, the night time at will, long live the single.

The latter sentence was added by the narrator himself. At this time, Kaito Kuroba was already overwhelmed by sleepiness because his spirit was too relaxed.A film was quietly formed on the surface of the milk.

A person leaned on the sofa, and the room was filled with the thick and sweet aroma of chocolate.A quiet and beautiful night.

If Kuroba Kaito knew that this was going to be his last good single night, he wouldn't want to fall asleep.

On the other side, Dr. Ali's house.

"Today is also going very well, Detective-kun." Seeing Kudo come to visit with beer in a good mood, Miyano leaned halfway at the door with a half-smile. "You let him go so obviously, you really want to celebrate."

"There won't be a next time," Kudo put down the plastic bag from the convenience store in his hand, "Can you let me in, you know..." He breathed out in the air, "It's cold tonight .”

"What's the matter today?" The can was opened with a crisp sound.Miyano watched the big detective who hadn't come to make trouble for nearly a month and was in a good state to fight with him (unilaterally), and felt that the plot was a bit out of touch.

"Actually, it's about family genes." Kudo put down an unknown number of empty beer cans and crossed his arms. "According to the cycle recorded in the genealogy, I am not far from awakening."

"So?" Miyano picked up the empty cans on the table, "You came to my place to celebrate your singles night?" She threw the packed garbage to Kudo, "Why don't you go to your buddies for a good get-together?" One night? Kudo’s house is big.”

"No, no, no," Kudo picked up his coat and prepared to leave. "The awakening of this gene depends on the cycle, and there are trigger conditions." He put on his coat and took the garbage (made by himself) in his hand, "I I would like to ask you to check what this condition is, so I can count."

"It's not easy...Since it's so troublesome, I'm going to increase the fee." Bi Tong under the brown hair sank slightly.

"Don't be so unkind, Miyano," Kudo Shinichi's expression was amused with some helplessness, "Didn't I come here to drink with you, you can't let go even if you have a doctor."

"Ah, the big detective has the final say. It looks like I have to work all night again this time..." Miyano Shiho yawned and sent Kudo to the entrance, "Remember to sort the trash when you throw it out."

"Hey... Hey!" With a garbage bag in his hand, our Detective Kudo was locked outside the door, standing alone in the cold wind.

If Shinichi Kudo had known that this would be his last boring bachelor night, he would have had a few extra drinks.

In the basement of the doctor's house, Miyano took out a broken page from the file with the initial letter K, which was a document she had secretly hidden in her previous "pleasant" cooperation with Kudo.

"Let me take a look, the side effects of the love gene...?"

Kaito Kuroba, who was sleeping on the sofa with no covering on his body, shivered and woke up.

The milk has cooled completely, and the cold air in the middle of the night has gradually penetrated through the cracks in the window to rob the indoor temperature.Kuroba turned over and got off the sofa, picked up the mug and went to the kitchen to heat up the milk, preparing to drink some warm milk before going to bed.

The TV was still buzzing with news, and the headline of the late-night news, "The Phantom Thief Kidd Succeeds Again", had been played on loop for the second time.Turning off the TV with a sleepy body, Kuroba suddenly realized that tomorrow should be Sunday.

Working on weekends(?), the timing was perfect, not only for the audience, but also for a day off before going to school.Looking at the recent schedule, Kuroba is deeply proud of his hard work.Perhaps because of the needs of the plot, the exhibition of various jewelry is particularly intensive these days.Although the Metropolitan Police Department did not know how many overtime shifts had been made for this, the person involved certainly didn't care about it.

After checking the stock of milk and chocolate, the strange thief with sweetness in his blood decided to go out on Sunday to stock up on food for the next week, and to prepare for next week's action.

This shows how important it is to hoard more food reserves at ordinary times.Unplanned trips on weekends are often the beginning of extravagant plots.A sudden cold wave, a museum that closes on weekends without prior notice, unexpected encounters with people you least want to see, unexpected developments in the story.Of course, our Kuroba doesn't know so much, but that's what the script says.

Hearing the cold wind whistling outside the window, Hei Yu felt that he could have a good night's sleep tonight.

Although the cold wave is coming, the high enthusiasm and nerves stimulated by alcohol make Kudo feel full of energy.Just like that, he walked home, and when he was standing at the door about to take out the keys, he realized that he was still holding a garbage bag in his hand.

……Drank too much.

Shaking his head mockingly, he threw the garbage bag at the door, and decided to tidy up his own house as well, and deal with it tomorrow.

However, what cannot be done today will never be done well tomorrow.If it is delayed until tomorrow, there will be a butterfly effect.For example, the homework that I didn’t want to do on Saturday was saved until Sunday, but on Sunday, an old friend I hadn’t seen for many years made an appointment to go to the movies, and on Monday morning, I had to be on duty for the day and didn’t even have the opportunity to copy homework.For example, all the manuscripts that I didn’t want to rush on Saturday were all postponed to Sunday. When I made a cup of coffee on Sunday morning and prepared to fight, I slipped and spilled the paper.Another example is that the monster thief who was instinctively caught was let go on Saturday, but the result is that he will never be arrested for a lifetime.

Far away.After binding the last stack of magazines in the library, Kudo finally felt sleepy.Well, anyway, tomorrow is Sunday, so it's not too late to clean up after waking up.

Stretching and walking towards the bathroom, Kudo suddenly heard the magazines in the library bundled down.

The legendary... haunted house.

Disregarding the joke, he wrapped himself in warm steam, letting his nerves relax.

Seems a little boring.

The cold air made the sky clear, and Sunday must be a sunny and cold day.

"Click", the minute hand coincides with the hour hand at a pace that never fails.Bells sounded in the distance.

At this time, Kaito Kuroba was trying to hide himself in the deepest part of the bed, calculating the possibility of snow next weekend.It would be cool to perform magic tricks over a snowy city.

And Kudo Shinichi was flipping through last month's reasoning magazine next to his bed, thinking irritably that he would have to bundle this one into the pile of books tomorrow, and he hadn't lifted the fallen magazine...

Thinking of things that have nothing to do with the plot, our protagonist fell asleep.

Yes, it's irrelevant, the plot is still two lines so far.

two parallel lines.

Talk about it tomorrow (laughs)