Think about his strange experience since he joined Mafia. First, he met the amnesia-lost transcendent Lan Tang, afraid that the other party would become an enemy after recovering his memory. After some operation, he found that the other party was still a relative and friend; then he found that the other party was infiltrated into Yokohama. He was afraid that the other party would do whatever he wanted. After some operation, he found that the other party was a relative and friend; and now, the Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was on guard, seemed to be...
No.
Too weird.
This kind of serial overturning—it doesn’t seem to be called a reverse—the wonderful cycle of serial overturning cars makes people even go to the shrine to seek the sacred guards!!
Relationship? Career luck?
Thinking about it normally, he and Ryuhiko Shibusawa might just be ordinary acquaintances...
Bar?
Kanyo Kiyohe closed her eyes in pain, and she couldn't deceive herself. What the hell is that surprised expression!!
I slept well last night, and I didn’t dream at all, let alone recovering my memory.
——When Shibusawa Ryuhiko was about to walk in front of him, Kanyo Kiyowa's mind was running rapidly.
Based on the known conditions, it is easy to deduce that the time they met when they woke up from memory, that is, before the age of 10, the way they met was undoubtedly the family. Even if they were not at first, they would develop into yes later. - It is normal, in Japan, the upper class can always be related to it afterwards.
OK.
He is 18 this year, that is, they haven't seen each other for at least eight years... Hiss, he can recognize him even after not seeing each other for so long, this relationship...
calm.
——Maybe it’s just that Shibusawa Ryuhiko is particularly good at recognizing people.
——If the relationship is really deep, how could I not contact you for eight years?
OK, hurry up and think about what to call it.
Shibusawa is a bunch of Shibusawa, and Fujiwara is a bunch of Fujiwara. They definitely cannot call each other's surnames, and the name... Shibusawa Ryuhiko is 23 years older than him. The age difference is very subtle. You can call your name directly or add the suffix of "Brother"/"Brother" after the name. Considering that the style of the god son of Takata seems to be a good child-
“…Brother Long Yan?”
Kiyowa Kamiyo looked at Ryuhiko Shibusawa, and his face naturally showed the same surprise.
After 30 minutes.
They came to a high-end Japanese cuisine restaurant with good privacy.
This is a restaurant that requires a few days in advance to make an appointment, but this restriction does not exist for some guests.
The waitress in kimono guided them through the garden-decorated yard. The deer gently tapped the stones and flew the birds that were parked. At this time, it was getting late, the golden crow had moved westward, and the golden sunlight was transitioning towards orange and red. They were guided to the private room with the wooden sign "Suying".
The arrangement in the box is completely in a stylish style. The Kanyo Kiyo subconsciously overlaps his legs and sits as standard as in Kyoto's home.
——The dead etiquette suddenly began to attack me.
——This is probably the feeling.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko was right opposite him, wearing a white custom-made suit, which looked very modern, but when the young man with white hair and red eyes knelt down, the charm of the ancient family spread out bit by bit, making Kanyo Kiyo more and more sure of his inference: the acquaintance between the two is related to the family behind them.
The black-haired boy lowered his head slightly to tidy up his clothes. Taking advantage of this gap, he held down his phone and sent an email.
Kanyo Kiyohe raised her eyes and showed a close smile.
"You didn't want to call me brother before."
The young man with white hair and red eyes seemed to sigh when he said this.
“…”
Shen Dai Qinghe swallowed a mouthful of blood silently.
But not seeing each other for eight years is a wonderful buff. Without Kamiyo Kiyo or finding reasons, Shibusawa Ryuhiko completed his self-persuasion, "I didn't expect you to become sensible when you grow up."
“…”
Kamiyo Kiyohe smiled softly.
He had figured out how he was recognized: he and him
The mother looks very similar.
There are photos as evidence.
And the mother's character... The servant said that everyone in the family said that he was a gentle woman who could always take care of everyone's feelings carefully, considerate and thoughtful. Although she didn't like to talk, she had a pair of talking eyes. Those amber eyes were just looking at you quietly, and they looked at you in the bottom of your heart.
Shen Dai Qing and his mother were imitating the deceased at this time.
It includes the curve of the smile and the characteristics of not speaking.
No matter what his personality was when he was young, it is normal for him to change now, and he can explain anything when he grows up.
Almost instinctively, Kanyo Kiyowa never thought of telling Shibusawa Ryuki that he had experienced "having been a vegetative person for a year and losing his memory after waking up", and even subconsciously concealed this...
——Even if Shibusawa Ryuhiko acts kindly like his brother next door, Kiyoka Kamiyo also knows how he looked as a supernatural Shirakirin.
——"After a year of vegetative people waking up and losing their amnesia" contains too many suspicions. The Fujiwara family will not spread the private details of such a family's children, and Kyoka Kamiyo has no intention of presenting clues that are likely to be related to his own secrets.
Japanese cuisine filled the dining table.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko's topic, from reminiscing about the past, to introducing dishes, and when Kamiyo Kiyoshi asked about his experiences abroad over the years, he jumped to art.
The young man with white hair and red eyes said reservedly that he won many awards in clothing design, and the suit he wore was designed and made by himself.
"Does Brother Longyan have his own independent brand?"
“It’s still under preparation.”
Shibusawa Ryuhiko looked at the well-behaved Fujiwara brother for a while, and still felt that the cold little guy who used to be turned into this was a bit unimaginable. He said politely, "If you have time, I can design a set for you."
Of course, Shen Dai Qinghe refused.
Before he could say this sentence in a tactful manner, a sound of cups, bowls and plates falling to the ground came from outside the door, followed by a sharp cry of a woman, "Die, someone is dead!"
"I'll take a look!"
"Xiaolan, call the ambulance and call the police!"
"Don't come over! Protect the scene!"
...
After a series of sounds that seemed to be pressing fast forward, the police car whistled again. Someone knocked on the door of their compartment and asked in a slight voice: "Customer, can you open the door?"
The waitress was nervous.
As an old waiter here, she has received many customers and has a set of visions to distinguish truly high-ranking customers. Even if she didn't know that the two people in it were directly added to the customer list without making an appointment, she still came to an unoffending conclusion based on her long-term keenness.
Kogoro Mouri muttered with dissatisfaction, "There is such a big air... I think the person inside is the murderer!"
"Dad, please say less."
Ran Maori quickly stopped him.
Kudo Shinichi said, "No, there are indeed suspicious places in the people inside. Look, even if the other private rooms don't come out, they will look out. There is only this room, with the lights on, but there is no reaction at all, as if they don't care about a case outside..."
Ran Maori squinted his eyes and looked at the deceased, quickly turned back his gaze, and looked at the three friends of the deceased who were crying in a low voice on the table next to him: "But, the deceased was poisoned. Isn't it a bit outrageous..."
"It's not entirely impossible..."
Kudo Shin-hyun's eyes lit up, "Wait, I thought of it!"
After saying this, he ran away like a gust of wind. As soon as Xiaolan shouted "Shinichi", he heard the sound of the door of the private room opening.
It seemed that the waitress opened the door because the guest replied "yes".
Ran Maori looked at everyone's eyes.
In the private room, there were two guests kneeling, one young man and the other young man, both with outstanding appearance.
They seemed to be having a meal, and the young man with white hair and red eyes looked at the people outside the door, with a kind of disturbed displeasure on his handsome face.
Displeasure is shallow and restrained, but this shallow and restraint adds an unspeakable oppression to it.
It was difficult for Ran Maori to accurately describe the atmosphere at this time. She only felt that the air became heavier. As the young man with long white hair stood up gracefully, with his elegant and reserved movements, this small piece of world seemed to solidify, and even the policeman who inspected the scene slowed down his breathing without realizing it...
"Hey, why are you so weird?"
Reading Air Negative Score·Mori Kogoro frowned. He approached the police officer who led the team and whispered in a voice that everyone could hear, "Police Officer, I think there must be a case in this person."
He swears, "I have been a detective before, really, I can feel it!"
The heavy atmosphere was broken.
The price is that my father is stared at by those red eyes.
Ran Mori pursed his lips and stood in front of Kogoro Mori, staring at the other party with big blue eyes, trying to calmly apologize: "Well, I'm sorry, my dad just drank some wine... I'm drunk."
Kogoro Maori conditioned reflexively declared: "No, I'm not drunk!"
The police officer led the team to push away the innocent face who claimed to be a detective and asked about Shibusawa Ryuki's actions at the time of the incident.
The god of Qinghe followed the testimony.
Although it is not very useful, they look like a group of people.
After walking around, the three friends of the deceased were still the most suspected. Shibusawa Ryuhiko leaned boredly against the private room door. Listening to the three of them expose each other's shortcomings, the self-proclaimed detective Kogoro Mori randomly appointed the murderer and overthrew him casually, as if he was watching a shoddy detective drama.
His phone rang suddenly.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko picked up his phone and looked at the messages that appeared one after another. The red pupil opened slightly, as if he was a little confused. He picked up one casually, and an excited voice came from inside: "Shibusawa! Where are you? I need your protection!"
ah.
The Kanami Qing and blinked.
The sound on the other end of the phone was too loud, and he didn't hear it on purpose.
——Has the pest's body been found?
Before the meal, the email sent by Shirazo and the blind man was given to Weirren. Since the White Qilin Shirazo, who was highly anticipated by those officials, was here, right in front of him, and was expected to spend at least one meal with him, then during this period, Weirren could completely let go.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko said slowly: "There is a murder here."
The sound on the other end of the phone was suffocated.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko continued, and said tepidly: "I was left at the scene by the police and couldn't leave."
Kanyo Kiyoha almost laughed out loud.
The voice on the other end of the phone was furious, "Where are you? What is the name of the policeman who led the team? I will send someone to pick him up immediately... No, I'll come to you now!"
Shibusawa Ryuhiko maintained a noble-style standard speaking speed and reported the information he needed.
Kiyoshi Kamiyo looked at the police officer leading the team.
Sympathy for two seconds.
In this world, it is obvious that you will not suffer disasters if you are just.
Power is everywhere.
But it doesn't matter. After cleaning this wave, Yokohama's environment will be much better.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko hung up the phone, set the silent, no longer dealing with other phone requests from different caller IDs, and chatted: "Qingao, have you heard it? Who is the murderer?"
Shen Dai Qinghe's heart moved.
"listen"?
Is it his ability before his amnesia?
But normally, human superpowers will not change.
Countless speculations emerged in his mind, and he temporarily suppressed them. - Now is not a good time.
——Ryuhiko Shibusawa is still waiting for his answer.
Before Kanyo Kiyoshi thought about how to answer, a high-spirited voice rang from far to near, and Kudo Shinichi rushed in from the yard with a confident face: "Everyone! I understand completely!"
The topic is naturally covered.
Next is the reasoning time for high school detectives.
The murderer pointed out is a smart and calm woman who keeps picking Kudo
The flaws of Xinyi’s reasoning, refusing to admit that he killed the deceased, questioned the age, resume, and ways to find clues by the high school student detective, asking the police detective whether she was legal without ironclad evidence, and showing that she had enough property to hire an excellent lawyer...
The Goddess Qinghe was leisurely watching the show.
He also thought that this was the murderer, but given that the deceased was previously revealed to be a scumbag, he had a casual attitude towards whether the murderer lady was punished.
The results are in line with mainstream values...
Kudo Shinichi had a flash of inspiration and found key evidence from the murderer's narration.
——It is the detective’s victory.
When the murderer's lady was handcuffed and taken into the police car, three luxury cars with "I'm very expensive" were parked at the entrance of the cooking booth. A middle-aged man surrounded by many bodyguards in the three cars and was covered in cold sweat. He got out of the car in the middle. When he saw Ryuhiko Shibusawa, he breathed out and gasped, "Shibusawa, Shibusawa..."
He really couldn't speak.
The young man holding a briefcase next to him, who seemed to be an assistant, immediately patted his back and handed over the water.
At the same time, the detective who had solved the case finally discovered a neighbor who should have been very eye-catching: "...Kanyu? When did you get here?"
"It seems that I still have a sense of presence."
Kiyo Kamiyo smiled and joked, "The game black hole Kudo kun."
"Hello……"
"I know, I understand, I fully understand, when you reason, I was hidden by God, um."
“…”
Something has changed.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko clearly felt that the temperament of the Fujiwara family's son seemed to have receded from Kiyowara's body, and replaced by Kiyowara as an ordinary person. Even though the traces of the Fujiwara family cannot be completely eliminated, such Kiyowara seems to be not much different from those who can be seen everywhere on the streets.
"Qingyao," before boarding the important car, Shibusawa Ryuhiko asked in confusion, "Are you going to school?" Why are you good at high school students?
"No, I'm at work."
"Go to work?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko frowned and asked, "Where do you go to work?"
“…………”
This is not easy to say.
Kiyo Kamiyo tasted it carefully and confirmed that Shibusawa Ryuhiko asked from the standpoint of a brother next door, and was concerned about him, so he couldn't tell the lies.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko stopped for this silence.
The important officer dared not urge him. It would be better to say that he was scared by the frequent news of his colleague's death. He no longer had the strength to be arrogant and provoked. He was satisfied to be by the white-haired young man. His eyes were even more staring at the other party, for fear that the life-saving talisman would disappear.
Then he saw the black-haired boy who seemed to have a close relationship with Shibusawa Jun, approaching Shibusawa Jun and saying something in his ear...
"Shizawa-kun?"
Shen Dai Qinghe has left.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko came to his senses after the important officer called carefully, and said absent-mindedly: "Let's go."
Fujiwara Kiyoka's voice still echoed in his ears:
"Superpower Secret Service Division."
"I'm very happy to see you, Mr. Bai Qilin."
The black-haired boy said this, his amber eyes were a bright rose under the orange-red sky light, shining with a mysterious and slightly terrifying light.