Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 600 About the Definition of Home

With Natsumi Kasaka's decision, the atmosphere in the secret room suddenly became warm and solemn. Her eyes shone with determination, as if she was determined to protect the family's glory and this priceless legacy. She slowly looked around at everyone present, as if seeking understanding and support. Everyone's eyes responded to her, which was a kind of silent encouragement and respect.

Siluov Chenyev's attitude is particularly important. He represents not only an individual, but also the will of Russia as a country. His voice was low and powerful: "Ms. Kosaka, please rest assured that the Russian Embassy will go all out to protect your rights and interests, and we will never force you to make any decisions." His words were like a promise, giving This gave Natsumi Kasaka a great sense of security.

The emotions of Ganjiang Yi are complicated. His purpose of coming here was to hunt for treasure, but now he has found nothing. His eyes were wandering, as if he was planning his final retreat. At this moment, Officer Shiratori suddenly stepped towards him, his eyes cold.

Officer Shiratori's actions were quick and decisive, and his words made Gan Jiang feel pressured for a moment. Gan Jiangyi's face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled slightly, obviously being caught off guard.

The moment he blew the whistle gently, footsteps outside the door gradually sounded. Several police officers quickly entered the secret room, their steps were strong and firm, and they surrounded the generals in the center. Gan Jiangyi tried to argue, but it was too late. The professional actions of the police left him powerless to resist. He was quickly subdued and taken into a police car.

In this sudden turn of events, others had different reactions. Some people showed an expression of unnoticeable relief. After all, Gan Jiangyi's existence has always been a potential threat. Some people were smiling, as if they were pleased with the victory of justice.

While all this was happening, Conan's attention was attracted by Xiaolan's eyes. Xiaolan's eyes were complex and inquiring, as if she was thinking about some unsolvable riddle. Conan knew that this mystery might be his true identity. Throughout the incident, the reasoning ability he displayed was far beyond the scope of a child, which undoubtedly planted the seeds of doubt in Xiaolan's mind.

Conan tried his best to stay calm, his eyes wandered, trying to avoid Xiaolan's gaze. He knows now is not the time to reveal the truth and he must guard his secret carefully.

Xiaolan pressed forward step by step. She walked towards Conan gently, her eyes fixed on his face like a searchlight. Conan couldn't escape, so he had to try his best to look innocent. Xiaolan's voice was gentle but with a hint of firmness: "Conan, you performed very well tonight. Sometimes you really look like..." She didn't finish her words, as if she was hesitating whether to continue.

Conan's heartbeat was racing. He wasn't sure how deep Xiaolan's suspicions were, but he knew he had to be careful. He doesn't want Xiaolan to be involved in his complicated life, and in order to protect her, he must keep this secret.

After finishing their work in the evening, Fujiwara accompanied Kaito to change clothes and came out. He planned to drive him back to Ekota, but halfway through the drive, Kaito said that he wanted to do a favor to the little detective and asked Fujiwara to drive him away. The detective office was not far away, but before that, he had to go to Grandpa Terai's bar to let go of the specially trained pigeons there.

The rain was as thin as cow hair, and it felt cool on the skin. Fujiwara adjusted his helmet to ensure a clear line of sight. Kaito put on his school uniform and fiddled with the brim of his hat slightly, hiding his solemnity at that moment.

"You don't want to disguise yourself as Kudo Shinichi and then help him hide it, do you?" Fujiwara's voice was drowned by the sound of rain, and only the roar of the motorcycle engine responded.

Kaito didn't show any surprise, his fingers skillfully buttoned every button of his school uniform, his movements showing concentration that could not be missed. The collar of his clothes was neat and uniform, and Kaito's demeanor looked particularly calm in the rain.

"Well, he did me a favor, and I have to pay him back." Kaito's voice was calm and firm, and he still had a kind of demeanor even in the wind and rain.

Fujiwara didn't say much. He knew Kaito's abilities and understood this tacit understanding based on mutual assistance. He nodded, increased the accelerator, and the motorcycle drew a stable trajectory in the rain, heading towards the destination.

Kaito adjusted his sitting position to ensure that the uniform was arranged flawlessly. His palm gently pressed on Fujiwara's shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm Kaitou Kid, there will be no problem." When he arrived near the Mori Detective Agency, Kaito jumped off his motorcycle and shouted to Fujiwara behind him as he walked. He said, "Give me two minutes. I'll find you in the alley over there in two minutes."

When Fujiwara arrived at the time Kaito indicated, he waited for about two minutes. Suddenly, there was a flapping sound in the sky. Looking up, he saw a group of white pigeons flying over Fujiwara's head, flying to the direction where Kaito had just released them. Then he saw Kuroba Kaito running towards him under the cover of night.

Different from the bright school uniform just now, what he was wearing now was actually a black night jacket.

"Okay, I'm done, let's go." Kaito said anxiously after getting in the car, and secretly laughed at his performance just now.

Although Fujiwara didn't go to see it directly, he could still imagine how exciting the scene just now was, but correspondingly, seeing Kaito running back in such a mess, he felt very uncomfortable.

Sure enough, some things are better left as secrets.

The lights on both sides of the street passed by like meteors, and Kaito's shadow jumped on the ground, twisting, and then reforming. Those white doves drew graceful arcs in the night sky, as if weaving the final elegy for this secret escape.

"By the way, Brother Xinghai, are you going home later?" Kaito's voice was a bit childish.

"Go home?" Fujiwara's voice sounded particularly calm in the wind. Can a house still be called home when everyone is gone? At most it can be regarded as Fujiwara's house.

His hand tightened slightly on the accelerator, and the motorcycle's engine roared softly in response to the slight change.

"Well, I want to go back and take a nap, pack some things and go back to Kyoto." Fujiwara's words contained a hint of unnoticeable fatigue, like a breath after a long journey.

"Ah? Are you moving away?" Kaito's voice was full of surprise. He slowed down the strength in his hands and no longer grabbed Fujiwara's shoulders so nervously because his attention was completely absorbed by the sudden news. attract.

"No, it's just that there are some things over there that haven't been resolved yet." Fujiwara's words contained a hint of certainty. He glanced at Kaito's reaction and gently increased his speed.

Kaito didn't notice the strangeness in Fujiwara's tone, but he still smiled brightly and said, "My mother sent me a lot of props. If Xinghai-nii is interested, would you like to choose a few too?"

Fujiwara said softly, "Well, let's go to your house first..."

(End of this chapter)