The Wife appeared to truly feel guilt over the death of the Child. However—
In that case, why, when his husband was busy with work, did she leave his sick child with him and go out traveling—even waiting until the child was seriously ill before returning home?
A glint flashed across Conan's lenses.
Auntie.. don't cry." A little boy ran over to Mrs. Aida and handed his a tissue, his voice carrying the childish innocence unique to a child: "It's not your fault.
Nana looked over at the sound.
Dr. Shinzo also nodded, gently patting Mrs. Aida's quilt while earnestly comforting the weeping Wife: "It's all in the past; it wasn't your fault. Moving forward is what matters most."
The Wife wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue, while the Boy stayed by her side to comfort her.
This little boy was exactly the same little one she had seen on the Tram before—though she didn't seem to have seen him while she was making the statement.
Thinking about the boy's discomfort on the Tram, Nana asked with concern, "Are you feeling alright?"
The Boy froze for a moment, then turned toward Nana, flashing an innocent smile. "Big sister doesn't need to worry, I'm fine!"
“That's great.” Nana's slightly furrowed brow relaxed, she said with sincerity, “Get some good rest.. By the way, did you come here to see Mrs. Aida before as well?”
The boy nodded. "Yes! Wife takes great care of me."
"Is this child a relative of yours?" Mori Kogoro asked.
Previously, they had been so focused on inquiring about the details of the Case that they had overlooked this Child.
No." Mrs. Aida shook her head slightly, a hint of exhaustion appearing in her eyes and brows: "This child is an orphan.. He was always being bullied before. I felt sorry for him, so I often helped him—sometimes he also reminds me of my child.
"I see.. I'm sorry." Seeing that he had reminded Mrs. Aida of his painful memories, Mori Kogoro felt a hint of Guilt after receiving his answer.
"It's alright.. cough, cough.." Mrs. Aida coughed a few times, the look of exhaustion on his face deepening.
"Mrs. Aida doesn't look very well.. Everyone should wait a while before asking his questions." Dr. Shinzo, who had been monitoring the Wife's physical condition, suddenly spoke up, her expression showing a hint of worry.
Hearing the doctor say this, the detectives present also ceased their inquiries and filed out one after another to give Mrs. Aida time to rest; even the little boy was no exception.
The last to leave was Dr. Shinzo.
A second before stepping out of the Bedroom, the Elegant doctor, wearing glasses, turned her head and comforted the no longer young Wife: "Let the past be the past. Make the right choice and look forward; only then can you have a new life."
A common piece of consolation, nothing more.
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The food was quickly bought.
Steaming hot food always makes famished people feel better. Holding the newly purchased takeout, Yaji and Ran clearly became the welcome guests of everyone present, even Conan and Kinda Ichichi, who were usually immersed in the Case, chose to eat first.
After all, this serial murder case was not solved in just a few short hours. Having prepared for a long battle, everyone did not intend to let their stomachs go hungry.
Yaji originally only intended to bring enough food for himself and Nana, but seeing as Kinda Ichichi was Nana's Senior, he bought an extra portion of sushi.
As for Ran, being gentle and considerate, he bought a few extra portions of takeout, even covering the portions for the Masked man and the Black-haired youth—as for whether they would actually eat them was another matter entirely.
However, faced with the still-warm food, most of the people present, who had experienced the Tram robbery and Police Station statements, accepted the meals with smiles; even Judy uncharacteristically did not refuse, except for that Mysterious person wearing a mask.
The Masked mysterious person—Akai Shuichi, who was concealing her identity—slipped out unnoticed, it was known exactly what she was going to do.
“Borse, what do you think?” Having successfully shaken off Judy, Shinzo Tomoyasu found a moment to slip away from Everyone, eventually locating Borse, who also preferred not to crowd around the others.
“What do you think?” Borse did not answer, merely asking in return with indifference.
Shinzo Tomoyasu—Vermouth in disguise—frowned slightly: "She seems to have softened quite a bit—she just hasn't given a definite answer yet."
After a moment of contemplation, Vermouth added, "Even if she wants to refuse, she has no other way out."
Heh.. Even if she doesn't refuse, there is no other way out." A faint glint flickered in Borse's dark eyes. "Very few who betray the Black Organization ever get another chance—she won't be an exception.
The black-haired youth said with certainty.
You should always check her utility first," Vermouth chuckled. Her voice still belonged to Shinide's voice, which seemed quite strange in this situation: "Speaking of which, you haven't really been seeing Byrrh much.
The black-haired youth frowned slightly, a hint of thoughtfulness appearing in her calm and indifferent expression. "I always feel.. that Masked man, I have seen him before."
Vermouth's eyes flickered.
I have confidence in your abilities," she said calmly. "Perhaps.. I really have seen him before.
Borse did not answer.
Based on the current plan.. could it be the cops?" Disguised as Shinzo Tomoyasu, Vermouth tilted her head, pondering the possibility. "Maybe.. could it be the FBI?
Borse remained unmoved. "It doesn't matter who it is, as long as the mission is completed."
"You shouldn't say that.. It might even be Akai Shuichi—someone even Rum takes seriously." Vermouth gave a knowing smile, her voice lazy yet carrying a hint of underlying caution.
After all, she had already suffered a loss once before.
".. Just a traitor." Borse lowered her eyes slightly, her tone remaining calm and unruffled.
“But it might not necessarily be her—" Vermouth pondered. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and spoke thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, if Gin is also participating in this mission, I'll have to seriously consider the possibility of Akai Shuichi."
Borse frowned in dissatisfaction, "What does that have to do with that gentleman?"
“You don't understand—” Vermouth let out a light chuckle, then immediately returned to her original tone. "By the way, why did Gin entrust this mission to you?"
"That gentleman is busy." Borse gave Vermouth a cold glance, clearly dissatisfied with what she had said previously, but she suppressed her emotions and answered flatly, her eyes cast down.
He never had much enthusiasm for anyone other than Gin.
“True..” Vermouth let out a soft sigh, her gaze appearing somewhat distant—a look that Shinzo Tomoyasu almost never showed: “Gin has been delayed in Russia long enough; it's about time he returned, isn't it?”
Borse did not answer her.
Vermouth did not expect a response from her.
"I'm leaving now." After a long silence, Shinzo Tomoyasu left behind those words, her gentle expression returning once more.
..
"What's wrong? What do you want to say to me?" Nana leaned down, her Green eyes looking at the little boy, asking with a gentle smile and a good-natured expression.
The little boy, who had secretly tugged on Nana's hem to lead her away while Eating, blinked his eyes and replied in a childish voice:
Hey.. Big sister." The Little boy looked at Nana seriously and asked with great solemnity, "Are you doubting Mrs. Aida?
Nana..
This is quite awkward.
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Author's Note: (1) A type of flavored wine
What certain characters say is not necessarily the truth, nor is it necessarily a lie; everyone, please try to guess along.
Emmm.. there is another chapter tonight to make up for yesterday's update. Love you all~
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Chapter 120: But, he didn't intend to do anything..
Hey.. Big sister." The Little boy looked at Nana seriously and asked with great solemnity, "Are you doubting Mrs. Aida?
Nana: ……
This is quite awkward.
However, no matter how awkward it was, the words had to be said, the business had to be done.
Nana tried her best to appear less stern; she smoothed her slightly furrowed brows, cleared her throat, then expressed tactfully, "Before the Truth comes out, I can't make any judgments either.."
"Big sister!" the girl suddenly interrupted her, her youthful eyes staring at her.
The Child's eyes are black, when he stares at him, his dark eyes reveal a heavy darkness, seemingly containing a maturity that does not match his age; combined with his childish appearance, it makes one feel a sudden chill.
Nana lightly frowned.
"Big sister.. you—" The Boy seemed like she wanted to say something more, but she was interrupted by a man's voice cutting in midway.
"In that case—" It was the Voice of Borse.
The black-haired youth, who had appeared at some unknown moment, startled both of them, they had no idea how much of their conversation had been overheard. The black-haired youth himself merely stood with one hand in his pocket, his gaze indifferent, his voice calm yet carrying a trace of nonchalant laziness:
In that case, wouldn't it be better to just go to Mrs. Aida?
"U-uh.. B-but!" The boy appeared slightly panicked. She looked up at Nana, seemingly wanting to argue something, but was forced to shift her attention by a gaze staring at her.
The person looking at him was Borse.
The youth, who appeared indifferent to everything, looked at him with cold, obsidian eyes, yet his gaze possessed an undeniable sharpness.
The black-haired youth stepped forward a few paces and leaned down slightly.
He approached the Boy, a subtle, indescribable curve suddenly appearing at the corner of his mouth—an extremely casual curve. Yet, the sharpness and cold glint in her eyes remained unchanged.
What do you think?
Borse asked. However, there was not a hint of doubt in his tone.
The girl's pupils constricted slightly.
A sense of déjà vu-inducing fear surged up, seizing his heart. He felt a numbing chill erupt from his tailbone, crawling up his spine and racing straight toward his brain.
For a moment, his mind went numb.
Nana was startled by the stiff atmosphere and was momentarily rendered speechless.
Footsteps echoed from not far away.
Borse straightened her back again, turned around slowly, looked toward the direction from which the footsteps had come.
Then, his gaze met a pair of calm green eyes.
The black-haired youth said nothing, a faint, elusive smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth, though the casualness within it had transformed into mockery.