Red and black camp simulation game

Conan described him very much now, but he had to say what he had to say. It probably was that he suddenly wanted to tie him directly home -although he couldn't beat each other.

Why can this person say such itchy words with such an innocent expression?

The little detective gritted his teeth, silently jumped off the skateboard and took two steps forward, closing the distance with that person, then stopped and stood there.

He just looked up at Chijiang Nayue, as if he had no intention of speaking.

That month didn't say anything to irritate the child like just now, and said speechlessly: "Don't look at me like that, just say it casually... Mr. Luanbu taught you this trick."

[The first thing after meeting is to look up and look at him with your most pitiful expression.] Conan remembered the garbled and earnest confession before departure, and couldn't help but burn a little on his face, [The more sad you behave, Xiao Na Yue Yue will not pretend to be that dark and lacquered look in front of you, get it! 】

Looking at it now, it turns out that this method is really useful. Even Conan, who has known him for so long, didn't realize that his brother still has such a 'weakness'.

Thinking of this, he himself didn't realize that he couldn't help showing some grievances from unknown sources, and Yue, who had never been looked at by a young detective with super self-esteem for so many years, fell into silence.

The player grieved and complained in his heart: Mr. Ranpo, which side are you on?

But it's not a big deal, anyway, he didn't intend to continue to play the role of Kalua, the black deep and disabled boss usurper here.

Conan only heard a familiar male voice sigh, accompanied by a dry and warm hand on top of his head.

"Thinking about it carefully, this should be the first time you acted like a baby to me, Xinyi-kun?" The voice started to tease with a narrow smile, "Oh, how could I forget to take a picture of it, obviously it's been a long time I have collected 'Xinyi Quotations' and 'This Week's Handsome Xiaoxin', and maybe I can even give it to Lan as a gift."

Even Conan, who was still full of heaviness, blushed suddenly. He didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed. Those winding and complicated things were pushed aside. His first reaction was to protest: "Brother Yue! I told you not to collect that kind of thing anymore!"

The so-called quotations and handsome Xiaoxin, the former was recorded on a whim by the former police officer in front of him. His speeches at the crime scene are generally shared with his two green plums, Yuanzi is responsible for laughing, and Lan is responsible for comforting him afterwards. Shame on him.

The latter is also a literal meaning, the difference is that they are basically all kinds of photos of him, and the recipients include but are not limited to Ome, Mom and Dad.

In the past, Kudo Shinichi once suspected that the friendship between his mother and Brother Nayue was based on sharing his dark history.

"No, who is acting like a baby!" The little detective quickly reacted and argued loudly.

Nayue looked at him with the eyes of "I still have to ask", and rubbed Conan's short black and smooth hair twice with her hands.

Conan tried to struggle, but he just moved and thought of the instructions and suggestions of Luanbu, and immediately turned off the ignition, and stood there aggrieved and angrily, allowing the players to do anything to his clever head.

That month also wanted to continue playing, but unfortunately there was not enough time, and Noah's Ark's voice rang through the tiny earphones after only a short while: [The progress of the destruction of the organization's Tokyo headquarters has reached 78%]

This is the calculation result of artificial intelligence Noah, and an hour and a half ago, this progress was still 'zero', it is not difficult to deduce that the current situation of the organization is indeed chaotic, and it seems that the red team's general offensive operation only needs half an hour How many hours, it will be over.

The player thought about it, straightened his face, and took back the troublesome hand.

"I guess since you ran out to find me alone, you shouldn't be in a hurry to go back," Nayue turned and walked towards the empty river bank a few steps, as if she didn't care whether Conan would sneak up behind her, but the two We all know that this is his confidence in his ability, "Then, why don't you sit down with me and have a chat?"

The young man's voice was lazy, neither like a gentle and distant police officer all year round, nor like a childish detective with a poisonous tongue, let alone the boss of the organization that scared him so much at this time yesterday.

Conan seldom heard such a tone around Chijiang Nayue—it was quite different from the purely sleepy Miyamoto Akatsuki, but now he completely used Nayue's original face and voice.

He couldn't hold it back, and forgot his original intention of coming here. He was dragged to the edge of the lawn on the slope by the player's hand in a daze, and sat on the ground with a snap, only then did he react.

... What else can he do, he has already sat down, wouldn't it be a shame to stand up now?

The little detective didn't have time to think about what was there, and just as he sat down, the player next to him started talking.

"It seems like we haven't communicated face to face for a long time before," Nayue thought, "Well, after all, the police are too busy with their work, and Shinichi-kun is also a very good detective, so there is always so much time to spend on solving cases... Have you noticed that after you become like this, you have more communication with other people?"

Conan was taken aback.

"I used to worry about your making friends for a while. After so many years, the only friends who are close to you are still Lan and Yuanzi." He said in a reminiscing tone like a parent, "The classmates in the class and the teammates of the football team have a good relationship, that's it. But if you think about it, Heiji-kun is the first person you hit with so much that you can't wait to send me an email Chattering friend."

Rather than caring about the content of these words, Conan cares more about the attitude of the speaker. To be honest, this is the first time he has heard this person speak in such a peaceful tone since Brother Na Yue died in the line of duty a few months ago. He said these memories.

Just like every warm afternoon that belonged to their teachers and students in the past, this is really long-lost.

"...Xinyi-kun, I didn't say this to delay time," Nayue cast her eyes on the river, and calmly said to the children beside her, "I just want to tell you, look, you also grew up in a place I didn't see Yes, a lot has changed."

"But no matter how you change, you are still the little detective seven years ago who would rush to the forefront after a case happened around you."

The black-haired young man frowned and smiled helplessly: "I know what you want to say to me, and this is my answer."

Conan's question is why the brother Nayue, who was once so bright in his memory, turned into such a lifeless look. He really couldn't help but worry about what the other party went through during this time.

Suffering will make a person. Conan can't imagine what kind of suffering this person is suffering from, but he also knows that nothing can easily defeat the other party. No matter how painful it is, it will not be on that month after the past Leave more traces.

It was such a person that he longed for and admired.

The little detective clenched his fists and muffled in frustration, "I know that too."

He also knew that Brother Yue didn't change, he was just, very sad.

It's sad because the world is too cruel to this person, it's sad that it took him so long to find out about it, it's sad that when the elder brother who led his life was in great pain, he wasn't there to accompany him.

The player reached out his hand and pressed the cranky little head beside him in a funny way. He could see what the unlucky kid was thinking: "I haven't reached the point where I need your sympathy, have I?"

"You've worked hard, Shinichi."

He asked softly, "Am I still qualified to be proud of you?"

Edogawa Conan felt that he should bring a pack of tissues before going out, forgive him for never expecting to hear such a sentence.

The detective will not shed tears for cases and death, he has always been a strong person, even when he was on the Twin Towers, at Chijiang’s funeral in that month, and when he met his brother again on the train, Conan never worried about these things Weeping, but just hearing this sentence, a strange feeling came to my heart.

The detective lowered his head, holding back the sour tears, even though he himself didn't know why it happened.

The exhaustion from the young man beside him swept Conan into him like a tide, and he almost suffocated in it, followed by the sadness rising in his heart.

What is he grieving for?Was his elder brother, his idol, and his teacher on the road of life proud of him?

"Always." The detective responded hoarsely, "You are always entitled and proud of me."

Nayue couldn't help laughing lowly, he hadn't seen such emotions appear on this child for a long time.

"Then, that's right, you are my only and most satisfied student."

Under the normal process, the final battle between the brave and the devil is either full of sparks, or relying on the brave's mouth to save the world, but that month I don't want to do that, whether it's pointing the weapon at my own child, or still pretending to be that gloomy Kalu ya.

He was a little tired, so he simply chose the third route.

The repentant demon king began to confess himself, and then disappeared forever under the sword of the brave in order to atone for his sins. Isn't this ending good for him?Just hope it doesn't scare the little brave man who wants to save him too much.

I'm really tired. Did the teacher always live in the world like this?

But he is a player, he is the fourth natural disaster, and he is still a little devil in the eyes of everyone. He will not and cannot say that he is tired, and there are still many tasks that must be completed by him.

It's decided, I'll go to rest after finishing this vote!

"I probably haven't told you about my ideals yet," he started another topic, tilting his head to look at the little detective with his chin propped up with a smile, "just say this time, as the first listener, don't reveal it." My secret, oh?"

Conan didn't seem to remember much about what happened afterwards, he only remembered that Yue paused for a few seconds after he finished speaking, then stood up suddenly, patted the corner of his clothes and pants, and smiled at him with his head bowed against the setting sun.

Then he turned around and without hesitation threw himself into the icy Arakawa, where the river surface was covered with the blood-red color of the setting sun.

As for why Conan knew it was 'cold' - it might be because this time he also jumped down with that moon without hesitation.

How could he watch this person over and over again to die on his own!