Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 584 Kasaka Natsumi

The night at the beach was fading, and Xinghai stopped his motorcycle. The roar of the engine gradually disappeared into the soft but unwilling sounds of the waves lapping at the shore. His eyes quickly penetrated the darkness and saw a soaked figure swimming up from the sea.

Fujiwara Xinghai's heart skipped a beat, it was none other than Kuroba Kaito.

Under the moonlight, Kaito's movements seemed a little clumsy. The sea water made his clothes heavy. His footsteps left traces of varying depths on the beach, and he walked onto the beach unsteadily. As he walked, he unbuttoned his clothes, and the heavy water flowed out, making a "ticking" sound. Xinghai quickly stepped forward, pulled out a clean shirt from his backpack, and handed it to Kaito, who frowned with a worried expression.

"Are you okay?" Xinghai asked, his voice mixed with the whistling of the wind and sea, but he could not hide the trace of concern.

Kuroba Kaito took the towel and roughly wiped his wet hair with it. His movements seemed a little powerless, and his body was still shaking.

He did not answer Xinghai's question directly, but grinned, showing a bit of bitterness, "The eggs and doves seem to have fallen, I hope the little detective can find out..." Kaito's voice sounded a bit far-fetched, but he managed to hold on. own demeanor.

"Is the totem of immortality I gave you still there?" Xinghai asked again. At this time, his fingers were unconsciously rubbing the keys of the motorcycle, and an imperceptible nervousness flashed in his eyes.

Kaito stopped wiping his hair and slowly moved his hands to his wet pockets. The expression on his face changed from surprise to helplessness. His hands fumbled in his pockets, but they turned out empty. The talisman rumored to bring good luck seemed to be gone. Kaito's shoulders slightly shrugged, showing a hint of helplessness.

"No, it's gone, but I'm really unlucky today." Kaito's voice was a little hoarse, as if it was due to the invasion of the sea water. Thinking of the big bad lottery he drew at noon, he complained helplessly. He slowly took off his wet clothes, threw them aside, and then put on the shirt Xinghai handed him. The clothes were obviously a little loose, but they gave him a hint of warmth.

Seeing that the other party seemed worried, Kaito pretended to be calm, with a bitter but forced smile on his lips, "But Kaitou Kidd can't be killed. Brother Xinghai, look, am I not doing well now? Hahaha... ” His laughter was punctuated by a slight cough.

Seeing that Kaito could still laugh, Fujiwara Hoshimi also smiled bitterly and took a breath. He knew what it meant when the amulet was gone. Without it, tonight's bullet would have hit Kaito. His eyes became complicated, and he held the handle of the motorcycle tightly with his palms, and there was a trace of happiness in his expression. Fortunately, he suddenly thought of giving Kaito a piece, otherwise he would have died.

Kaito adjusted his new clothes and then stumbled towards the motorcycle. Xinghai reached out to help him stabilize his body. Kaito lowered his head slightly, thanked him, and then awkwardly turned over and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle. Xinghai waited for him to sit firmly, then jumped up and sat in the driver's seat.

As they prepared to leave, Hoshikai glanced back at Kaito, who was already clutching his belt for support. Xinghai turned the accelerator, and the motorcycle brought up a burst of dust. Just like this, they disappeared into the night before the police arrived.

However, the fact that Kaito was shot awakened Fujiwara. The original plot and the fate of the characters would be changed by his interference. I remember that similar things happened to Conan and Xiao Ai, although he could avoid it by taking advantage of the plot. There are some dangers, but the plot differences caused by the constantly changing things and the continuous integration of the plot.

It's like there was no second gunman originally, but for some reason he just appeared.

"Forget it, just be fine." Fujiwara, who couldn't figure it out, didn't want to ask further, so he didn't say anything more. He knew that at this moment, words of comfort were far less powerful than silence.

Kaito nodded, letting Xinghai help him stabilize his body, and they walked towards the motorcycle together. They supported each other, and Xinghai felt the moisture from Kaito's body slowly seep into his clothes, but he didn't flinch at all.

Kaito sat firmly on the back seat of the motorcycle, while Fujiwara jumped up and sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and the roar of the motorcycle echoed in the night sky. He didn't look back, but knew Kaito had a firm grip on his belt. Xinghai turned the accelerator, and the motorcycle brought up a burst of sand and dust. Just like this, the two of them disappeared into the night before the police arrived. The doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper. Logically speaking, there should be no other snipers except Shi Kaobing. Could it be some new force besides Shi Kaobing? Or is this a deeper game? Fujiwara Xinghai's eyes became sharp. Kaito's safety was undoubtedly important, but this mystery also attracted him and needed to be solved.

After sending Kaito back to his temporary residence, Fujiwara received a call from Conan. Originally, Fujiwara didn't want to answer it, but since unexpected forces appeared, Fujiwara had to intervene in the matter.

Fujiwara himself drove to the Suzuki Museum of Modern Art alone. As the car drove through the night, his thoughts were spinning as fast as the passing car, thinking about what might happen in the conference room.

After arriving at the museum, Fujiwara went through a series of security procedures, demonstrating a professional demeanor and unquestionable identity. With steady steps and firm eyes, he walked through the main hall and took the elevator directly to the conference room on the top floor.

In the conference room, President Suzuki was standing by the window, leaning against the window with the back of his hand. His face looked particularly serious in the night. Heiji and Conan sat on one side of the conference table. Conan was carefully observing a photo with a magnifying glass, while Heiji frowned, folded his arms, and was lost in thought. Ran, Sonoko, Aoko and others were standing in the other corner of the room. Ran was holding a handkerchief in her hand, obviously worried about Kaito. Sonoko and Aoko were discussing something in whispers, their expressions mixed with worry and curiosity.

Kasaka Natsumi is sitting on a chair talking to President Suzuki, her housekeeper is standing behind her. Miss Kasaka Natsumi's face is calm, but her gray eyes are shining with imperceptible eagerness.

After briefly explaining the cause and effect, Miss Natsumi took the initiative to take out the drawings she had on her body and put them on the table and said: "The drawings left by my grandfather are obviously similar to the 'Egg of Memories' exhibited by President Suzuki this time. It doesn’t match. I’m worried someone has replaced the eggs.”

Conan fumbled repeatedly for the egg of memories and suddenly discovered something. He asked Heiji to turn off the light and jump on the table to ask Mouri Kogoro to help him find a flashlight.

"You bastard, don't make trouble."

Mouri Kogoro was about to stop him, but Fujiwara gently raised his hand to signal him not to stop Conan, "Let him go, teacher, Conan has always been very thoughtful."

Although Mouri Kogoro was a little dissatisfied, he was suppressed by Fujiwara's smile and fell silent.

Conan shined the light of his flashlight on the bottom of the "Egg of Memory", and this exquisite work of art began to reflect delicate light. As the light reflects, the outline of a villa gradually takes shape on the wall. "

(End of this chapter)