Only then could she feel at ease.
As she was thinking, Shiratori Midori suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver slightly, pulling her shawl closer around her.
"What's wrong?" Sheila asked with concern.
The communication between these two has increased suddenly lately, they have found each other increasingly compatible, finding it very pleasant to spend time together.
The reason was simple: Shiratori Midori would soon be heading to the ICPO headquarters.
As an ICPO elite, a beautiful agent who served the organization with diligence and dedication, Sheila had finally managed to dig up a promising sprout. As a Senior, she naturally would not be stingy when it came to giving a Junior some advice.
As for Shiratori Midori, she was quite skilled in the ways of the world, she accepted Sheila's overture immediately—after all, for her, befriending Sheila was entirely to her advantage.
The two girls became acquainted just like that, spending time eating, drinking, chatting about everything under the sun, occasionally going out to shop and shop again, their friendship growing rapidly.
“It's nothing.” Shiratori Midori shook her head.
A trace of pale, almost sickly exhaustion still lingered on his face, but his eyes were exceptionally clear, showing she was clearly in good spirits.
She continued, "The temperature has dropped lately, so I have a bit of a cold, but it's not a big problem."
Even if she achieved Resurrection through the use of 'Silver Bullet'—at least that was how it appeared to outsiders—Shiratori Midori's physical condition could not return to normal levels immediately; rehabilitation was indispensable.
And years of being a corpse had greatly compromised his physical foundation, to the point that after feeling only a brief breeze, she had been coughing for the past few days.
Fortunately, this was not beyond recovery. As time passed, this sense of strangeness and helplessness regarding her body grew weaker and weaker. It seemed that in a short while, she would be mostly recovered.
Seeing that Shiratori Midori had no plan to say more, Sheila did not press her. The Black-haired girl's blue eyes scanned the surroundings, a glimmer suddenly surfaced in her eyes. A faint but genuine smile curled at his lip corner, she called out loudly, "Heine!"
At this moment, it was not yet the right time to call him Brother.
Heine looked back.
That man, who had always been unrestrained and romantic, wore a beige suit today, which further accentuated his tall and well-proportioned figure. His blonde hair was not overly styled, beneath his bangs, a pair of blue eyes were visible, complemented by a light pink rose on his chest.
His blue eyes seemed to hold the essence of autumn waters and peach blossoms, the rose on his chest was so lush and vibrant that it added an unexpected touch of decadence.
It was just that those eyes were truly too clear; accented by the Sapphire tie clip, they appeared even more translucent, adding a stark sense of innocence.
Fortunately, aside from being a bit more dressed up, Heine did not dress too extravagantly, so he did not steal the spotlight from the Newcomer.
Sheila said goodbye to Midori with a tilt of her head and walked straight toward Heine, her movements as light as a butterfly fluttering through flowers and willow branches, she casually picked up a glass of Red wine.
Compared to her Brother, Sheila could steal everyone's gaze with her face alone. Although she did not care whether the gazes of others were of amazement or jealousy, she was in perfect sync with Heine when it came to "not wanting to cause a scene."
Thus, her attire for today was intentionally low-key—though, of course, not to the point of being improper.
As soon as the siblings connected, they struck up a conversation quite naturally and headed toward the corner.
After all—
Given their two hidden identities, they should just join in the fun and nothing more; they shouldn't get involved in anything else.
To avoid bringing trouble to the little girls.
“What took you so long?” Sheila pouted slightly, looking a bit dissatisfied. “I've been waiting for you for ages.”
She leaned against her Brother's arm, the two of them whispering softly, appearing quite like a handsome man and a beautiful woman in the eyes of outsiders.
It wouldn't be good to arrive too early." Heine lowered his head and responded in a low voice, "And we are only here to join the excitement; hasn't the person who is actually supposed to come not arrived yet?
Heine's words were heavy with implication.
The finger pointed clearly at Gin.
She tilted her head, a hint of Curiosity appearing on her face. "Speaking of which, do you think Gin will come?"
Although the engagement of the sister he had watched grow up was a major event, Gin had previously promised Nani that he would attend her engagement ceremony; however, given his current sensitive identity, it would not be convenient for him to appear openly.
Heine pondered for a moment, then felt that Gin would most likely come after all.
After all, Heine looked down at his beautiful as a flower Little sister, putting himself in her shoes, he felt that if today's characters were replaced by him and Sheila, he would at least definitely attend Sheila's engagement ceremony.
—Even though he didn't want to see some wild boar snatch away his precious cabbage (＃￣～￣＃)
So, could it be a Disguise?
Heine reconsidered and felt that he might have guessed correctly—there was indeed a highly skilled master of Disguise by Gin's side.
But all those idle speculations were cut short by a single word from Sheila.
The black-haired girl glanced at her brother.
"Who said Gin hasn't arrived yet?" She tilted her neck, pointing in a direction with her chin and her gaze.
Look, isn't he right over there?
The Silver-haired man wore a beret, his long hair gathered slightly at the ends, standing calmly in an inconspicuous position. The brim of her hat was pulled low, covering half of her face, but it could not hide her beautifully shaped chin and fair skin.
Beside him was a black-haired man [male] also wearing a black trench coat, though that person [male] was dressed in a more casual style.
In the distance, Nana, dressed in a pure white dress, cast his vision toward Gin.
Heine looked into the distance and saw Gin tilt his head slightly, his eyes curving as he flashed a smile that could only be described as gentle toward Nana, who was looking over at him.
Tsk.
..
Meeting Kinda Ichichi at the engagement ceremony did not come as a surprise to Gin—after all, he was half of Nani's teacher. Incidentally, before the engagement ceremony, Gin had already greeted Takao Haruki in advance, expressing his "hope" that the "war" between the Hell Puppeteer and his Detective Nemesis would not involve any innocent men.
Meeting Niwang Yaji, a former Tennis Club teammate, at the engagement ceremony seemed quite normal to Gin—after all, he had specifically investigated that group of youths back in the day and expressed amazement at their athletic talent.
However, who could tell him why the Mori family was also there?
Gin's gaze stared straight at a certain Blue-haired boy in the crowd, his finger twitching slightly.
In the next second, his hand was grasped by another person.
Akai Shuichi leaned slightly closer to him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Why are they here?" Gin didn't waste words, expressing his dissatisfaction in a concise manner.
Following Gin's gaze, Akai Shuichi easily found the source of the Silver-haired man's dissatisfaction. She shrugged slightly, showing her helplessness.
I don't know," Akai Shuichi replied with a smile. "But you must believe that between detectives.. there are always some strange connections.
Gin gave a cold snort. "A detective? And what about you?"
"I once wanted to be a detective too," Akai replied without hesitation.
“Your family is quite interesting,” Gin remarked nonchalantly. “But there is no need to feel too much regret, after all, your sister can inherit your wish.”
His remark carried a hint of irony, yet his words were not unkind.
Akai Shuichi's gaze tightened slightly, even his body stiffened: "You know?"
As soon as he said this, he realized he had spoken a useless sentence, so he turned to ask another question: "When did you find out?"
The Silver-haired man tilted his head and scrutinized him carefully for a while, only withdrawing his vision after a long moment, looking seemingly satisfied.
He said calmly, "I've known for a long time."
Speaking of which—" Gin's voice seemed to carry a faint, almost imperceptible hint of laughter. "Have you never investigated me?
The two had once been on opposing sides; if one were to say they had no precautions against each other, no one would believe it.
Of course—" Akai Shuichi said honestly, "I've investigated it.
"What did you find out?" Gin asked in a flat tone, yet his expression was full of confidence.
Not." Recalling those days of digging into Gin's background without rest, Akai Shuichi's face showed a hint of lamentation. "You hide yourself too deeply.
He turned his head, meeting Gin's eyes directly, a subtle smile playing at the corner of his lips: "Looking at it this way, you are still one step ahead."
Akai Shuichi evaluated him this way, his initial subconscious tension had dissipated by seventy or eighty percent. After all, the time when the two were at odds had passed, since Gin had not used Akai's family to blackmail him before, the possibility of it happening in the future was even lower.
Gin gave a sneer and said nothing, instead casually casting her gaze back toward a certain "Kanto's Great Detective" (child version).
His voice was full of dissatisfaction: "How is it that Sherry hasn't researched the antidote yet?"
“It's not that fast.” Akai Shuichi interjected, lifting his eyes to observe Gin's expression. "Speaking of which, you seem to be paying extra attention to Conan?"
The Black-haired agent felt a hint of confusion. "Why?"
Don't you think—" the Silver-haired man gave a cold sneer, his tone somewhat acerbic, "the frequency of murder cases appearing around this child is unnaturally high?
If a Shinigami had an illegitimate child, it would probably be someone like her.
..
Not far away, Conan, who was holding a juice glass with his small hands, shuddered violently.
What's wrong? he thought blankly.
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Author's Note: Thank you to the Little Angels who voted for me with霸王票 or poured Nutrient solution between 2020-01-19 23:58:25 and 2020-01-20 08:29:51~
Thanks to the Little Angel who threw a mine: Riri Yeye 1;
Thanks to the Little Angel who provided Nutrient solution: Jinxiu Weiyang 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for everyone's support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 219 Chapter 200 Isn't This Your Job?
Whether it was through Gin's own experiences or the scenes he witnessed within the Plot, they all fully demonstrated the extraordinary nature of this child, Edogawa Conan.
And so it is; in just a mere six months, this child has experienced hundreds of murder cases, a frequency that is truly staggering.
What is even more speechless is that, given the frequency with which Conan gets involved in murder cases, the Mori family has actually become accustomed to it; one wouldn't even know whether to praise them for being so nonchalant.
Of course, Gin darkly thought that perhaps Mori Kogoro had long ago realized something was wrong, but since someone was helping him build his reputation, why not take the opportunity to gain both fame and fortune without lifting a finger?
And the Japanese Police; Gin thought their operations were also highly suspicious. It was one thing if it was just one or two underage high school detectives, but now even a Child could freely enter and leave the crime scene to discuss the details of the case—
Perhaps they also feel that by turning a blind eye, they can easily offload the burden while still improving the case clearance rate.
Hmph, a bunch of freeloaders who do nothing but reap what they haven't sown.
—All of the above are merely Gin's own speculations; please do not take them seriously.
After a series of subjective and biased speculations regarding the Mori family and the Japanese Police, Gin quietly shifted his attention to Edogawa Conan, determined to nip the threat in the bud.