It's Hongye, not Nobunaga

Shimizu Hongye took a spoonful of white soup and put it in his mouth.

The taste of the cream stew is actually not greasy. The vegetables and chicken melted with a light milky aroma, giving people a refreshing and warm feeling, making Shimizu Hongye seem to return to the time when she was still with her parents.

From Hongye to Oda Nobunaga and then to Shimizu Hongye, what impressed her the most was the days before getting these names, although there were some bumps, but they were extremely warm.

Cooking sometimes has such an incredible power that she couldn't help but glance at Toru Amuro who was arranging the tableware. The latter also noticed her gaze and nodded politely.

Shimizu Koyo could clearly see the smile on Toru Amuro's lips.

He looks like a well-mannered gentleman, but in essence, Shimizu Koyo thinks he is the same kind of person as Okiya Subaru.

Once a person's hands are stained with blood, no matter what he has been or will be like in the future, there will always be a bit of bloody smell on his body that ordinary people don't have.

This kind of smell may be very faint, and other people can't smell it at all, but Qingshui Hongye is not an ordinary person, so she can tell it at a glance as long as she sees it.

However, she won't deliberately point it out.

Shimizu Hongye and Mao Lilan sat in the Polo Cafe until after ten o'clock before paying the bill, and together with her, they walked up to the Maoli House, which is located upstairs in the Maoli Detective Agency.

"It's a bit of a mess at home, I hope you don't mind."

"fine."

Shimizu Hongye looked at the furnishings in the house. It was different from the Japanese style she was familiar with and the Western style of Kudo Shin's family. The house was small and didn't look very spacious, but it had an inexplicable sense of warmth.

She sat in front of the low table in the living room, and Mao Lilan brought two cups of tea and chatted here.

"Speaking of which, why does Conan-kun live in your house?"

"This is..."

Mao Lilan recalled and said with a smile: "I was going to find Shinichi that day, but I ran into Conan at his house. Dr. Ali said that a distant relative asked me to take care of him, so I brought Conan back. "

This is a very strange reason.

Shimizu Hongye blinked curiously: "Who is Dr. A Li?"

"Dr. Ali is a friend of Xinyi's father, and lives next door to Xinyi's family..."

After the conversation started, Shimizu Hongye and Mao Lilan chatted a lot.

Although they are all about some daily trivial matters, this girl is obviously much better at talking than Edogawa Conan, Okiya Subaru, and Amuro Toru.

She learned a lot of things from Mao Lilan's mouth, which also caused layers of fog on Edogawa Conan's identity in her heart.

He obviously has a child's body, but his soul is close to that of an adult, and his intuition tells Shimizu Koye that Edogawa Conan is related to that boy named Kudo Shinichi.

These two may be one person, but she has no evidence yet, nor has she found any strange power in Edogawa Conan.

If Edogawa Conan is really Kudo Shinichi, Shimizu Koyo is very interested in the fact that he became smaller without being disturbed by any force.

And if she is interested, it is not a good thing...

Shimizu Hongye took a sip of tea, hiding the faint smile on her lips.

-

She stayed at Mao Li's house until noon, and had lunch with Mao Lilan.

Unlike Okiya Subaru and Amuro Toru's craftsmanship, the dishes made by girls have a flat and gentle feeling.

"Xiao Lan, you will be a good wife in the future."

Mao Lilan seemed to have thought of something, and her face suddenly became hot: "W-how can there be..."

"Did you think of that person named Shinichi?" Shimizu Hongye held her chin with one hand, tilted her head and smiled slightly: "What kind of person is he?"

"he is……"

As soon as Mao Lilan's words came to her lips, she remembered what Edogawa Conan said earlier, telling her not to talk too much about Kudo Shinichi in front of Okiya Subaru and Shimizu Koye, so she closed her mouth and opened it again. Already a summary: "A fool steeped in reasoning."

Qingshui Hongye raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, but seeing her reaction, she didn't ask any further questions.

She stood up from the tatami and straightened her skirt: "I won't bother you anymore."

"Hongye, are you leaving?"

"Well. Although I regret not seeing Mr. Mori, I should go back."

Seeing this, Mao Lilan didn't hold back too much, so she also got up and sent her downstairs.

Shimizu Hongye bid her farewell, but didn't return the same way she came from.

She planned to take a stroll around here to get familiar with the route of this place, otherwise it would not be a good idea to use her mobile phone to navigate every time.

Shimizu Hongye thought she was taking a walk, and walked around a rice flower town in Nuoda for a long time, and recognized the nearby routes and places, until she was a little tired from walking, and then found a nearby street park to sit down and rest.

She sat on the bench and listened to the laughter of children playing in the sand not far away, and finally closed her eyes.

The afternoon sun was golden, sprinkled on her body from top to bottom, accompanied by the blooming flowers behind her, it was like a peaceful painting, one couldn't bear to disturb it.

When Fujisuke came here, he saw such a picture, so he picked up the camera hanging on his chest, and pressed the shutter to record this scene.

He was relatively far away, and the sound of the shutter was not loud, but at the moment the photo was taken, he saw the pair of cold eyes that opened through the lens.

Fuji Zhouzhu didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught, but walked towards her generously.

"Long time no see, Shimizu."

"..."

Shimizu Hongye sized him up for a while, then slowly said: "I don't remember the past."

"...it doesn't matter."

With a smile on his face, Fujisuke stretched out his right hand to her: "Then let's get to know each other again."

"I am Fuji Zhouzhu, and I used to be in the same class as you."

"Clear water red leaves."

She held the other's hand, but quickly took it back and put it on her lap: "If you have time, can you tell me about the past?"

"If it's something I know."

Fuji Zhousuke sat beside her, keeping a shoulder distance: "What does Shimizu want to know?"

"What kind of person am I?"

Qingshui Hongye didn't want to have the embarrassment before, so she decided to find out about the original body: "What about interpersonal relationships?"

"This is..."

Fujisuke recalled: "Shimizu didn't talk much since the first year of high school. He was a very quiet and easy-going person in the class. But if you want to talk about interpersonal relationships..."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Qingshui Hongye's face: "Qingshui, you seem to be very close to everyone, but in fact you are far away from everyone, and you have never gotten close to others. You just keep in the usual social range. .”

That is, there are no other emotional entanglements.

This knowledge makes Qingshui Hongye a little satisfied, because for her, the most troublesome thing is the emotional debt.

but……

"Fuer-kun, you seem to know me very well."

"It doesn't count, it's just that I just sat next to you for a year, so I have more contact with you."

Fuji Zhousuke recalled the photo he took just now, and handed the camera to her: "Let's see how it went?"

On the screen is the appearance of Shimizu Hongye leaning on the bench with closed eyes and resting his mind just now, blending the scenery, and the composition feels very comfortable.

"It was well shot."

"I want to use it to participate in next month's photography contest." He asked Shimizu Hongye for advice: "Is it okay, Shimizu?"

"Take it as your reward for telling me this today."

She handed the camera back, and what she said made Fuji Zhousuke laugh: "You have changed a lot."

"Bu Erjun, people are subject to change."

Shimizu Hongye lowered her voice, and there was an indescribable meaning, which made Fuji Shusuke lose his mind for a while.

She laughed suddenly, as gorgeous as a flower, and stood up on the spot: "Someone is here to pick me up, so I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhou Zhu's answer, he walked towards the young man standing there on the sunny path.

"Ji Jun."

Yizheng glanced at Fuji Zhousuke who was still sitting there, bent slightly and stretched out his right hand to her: "I'm here to pick you up."

"Let's go." Qingshui Hongye nodded, and put her hand in his palm.

The two returned to Honmaru in a remote place using the time-space conversion device, and she also took her hand out of Yiqi Yizhen's hand.

"How is Honmaru today?"

"It's business as usual."

In the first issue, Yishin simply told Shimizu Hongye what happened today, including euphemistically saying that Foxnosuke asked him to tell the other party, hoping to resume the work of Honmaru's battle and expedition as soon as possible.

After hearing this, Qingshui Hongye snorted coldly, but did not make any answer: "Let Yiyuan Zuowenzi come to see me."

"Yes...I'll do it right away."

Yiqi Yizhen bowed to her, then turned around and walked towards Zuo Wenwen's family's residence.

Shimizu Hongye came to the renovated office, took a book from the bookshelf, and sat on the sofa to read it.

It's just that as time went by, the impatience between her brows became a little more.

"Lord!"

Hearing the news of her return to Honmaru, Fudo Xingguang rushed over quickly, the cloak on his shoulders fluttered as he walked, and he looked refreshed, completely free of the drunkenness he had when he first met.

Qingshui Hongye nodded in satisfaction: "Don't move, come to me."

"Yes!"

Fudo Xingguang naturally had no objection to getting close to her, so he soon came to Qingshui Hongye's side.

"I will not escape, let alone repeat the sad past."

He knelt down, took off his body from his waist, and put his hands in front of Qingshui Hongye: "Now I have returned to your side, and I will protect you well!"

She looked at the other party's firm eyes, and reached out to pick up the knife he offered.

"Then keep your promise until the day you die."

"Yes!" Fudo Xingguang nodded vigorously.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen also arrived at this time, just in time to hear their last conversation, and stood by the door for a while before walking in.

"...You really are a terrible person."

Qingshui Hongye raised her eyes, but did not let him sit down: "How long do you want me to wait?"

"You gave me the choice..."

Zong San Zuowen glanced at the subdued Fudoxing, then closed his eyes again: "Are you serious about releasing the caged bird?"

"I don't need a knife with two hearts."

Qingshui Hongye's words that day echoed in his ears like a curse: "Whether I use it or continue to be regarded as a symbol of uselessness, everything is up to you!"

"...you got me, I'm completely tainted by you."

He sighed lowly, and made the same movement as Fudo Xingguang.

"Devil King, I cannot escape from your palm after all..."

"So... just let me be with you forever."