Who works with Conan Lan Xin?

Shinichi, your appearance and return is my best gift-Lan.

Lan, your happiness and smile are my best gifts.

Xiao Lan and Conan ran panting to the door of the department store, where the garden was waiting for them.

"Xiaolan, you are so slow, keeping me waiting for so long." The garden complained.

"I'm sorry, Yuanyuan, I was late for dinner today, and I had to wash the dishes after eating, and then I hurried here with Conan." Xiaolan said apologetically.

"You really work hard, but …" The garden bent down and turned to Conan and said, "Why did the boy come?"

"Hello, sister garden. Uncle Richard Moore will watch Okino Yoko's concert on TV. He was afraid that I would disturb him, so he asked me to come with Sister Xiaolan. " Conan braved a few drops of cold sweat and said.

Can't I go with you? Conan thinks.

Conan and others walked into the department store, and there was a big sign outside the store, which read: Valentine's Day discount, 10% -7% discount for the whole audience.

"There is a big sale today, so I have to go on a shopping spree." Garden said with a smile.

"But, garden, why did you choose here? Everything in Ginza is very expensive. " Xiaolan said softly.

"Isn't everything on sale today?"

"That being said, but ..."

"Don't but, have me at, you can rest assured. By the way, Jane gave me a Valentine's Day gift yesterday, which was a porcelain cup and a piece of chocolate. " The garden said excitedly.

"I remember you gave him these things before."

"Yes, and these things are all made by him, although not very nice. He is too busy studying and has to help me with these things. Ah, that's good for me. " The eyes in the garden are all anthomaniac.

"He's so kind to you. Moreover, the more expensive the gift, the better. Ah, my real gift to you includes his concern and feelings for you. This is a precious gift. "

"You speak so well." The garden took Xiaolan's hand and said.

"Oh, yes, he sent me a letter, sandwiched in a gift. He said that tomorrow is Saturday, that is, Valentine's Day, and he will fly back to accompany me. "

"Really?" Xiaolan seems a little absent-minded.

"That little blue and you? Did the new gentleman give you a present? "

"No." Xiaolan frowned slightly.

"So he called you?"

"No." Her eyebrows are locked tighter and louder than before, as if she were angry.

Ian, I'm sorry.

Conan glanced at Lan and then bowed his head. Conan's heart ached when he saw Xiaolan's sad expression.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the garden quickly comforted: "I think the new gentleman will definitely come to see you tomorrow." In order to comfort LAN, the garden had to say so.

Of course, I'd like to go back to Lanzhou as a new girl tomorrow, if possible. Conan thinks.

"Let's go back."

"Garden, haven't you bought a present yet?"

"Come on, don't buy it. I'm going to knit a scarf for Jane overnight, and I'm going to do it with my heart. "

They walked out of Ginza. Then Conan suddenly stopped and said, "Sister Xiaolan, go back first. I have work to do. "

"Conan, it is so late ..."

"Never mind, I'll be right back."

"Then come back early."

Conan ran into Ginza again, bought a scarf and gloves, and asked the clerk to wrap them up. Then he went to the post office.

"Uncle, I want to send a parcel. When will it arrive? "

"It's too late today. Can it be delivered tomorrow? "

"Then please." Say that finish, Conan walked out of the post office and headed for Mihua Street.

What am I busy with? Will Xiaolan like the gift she bought in a hurry? Forget it. Call her first.

He came to the telephone booth, took out his voice changer and dialed the phone number slowly, as if he were hesitating. When there was one number left, he suddenly put down the phone.

Forget it. If I call her now, she will cry. I don't want to hear her tears, but it doesn't help.

Why did I make Lan so sad?

Maybe not calling her is the right choice. ...

At least she won't cry or be sad. ...

Even once ...

As long as she is happy. ...

Maybe it's wise to let her leave me ...

As long as she is happy. ...

..... To be continued.

Fifth Floor

Chapter two heartbreak

How many times can a person's heart be broken? -a new kind of orchid

At night, only a few stars adorn the night sky, and the crescent moon hides half of its body in the white clouds, so the sky is particularly dark tonight. Knock on the door. Knock on the door. ..... I don't know which clock strikes twelve regularly.

"It's already twelve o'clock." Conan was lying on the bed, his hands resting on his head, his eyes dimly open, staring at the ceiling.

What should I do? I really don't want to come tomorrow.

Because it is impossible to appear in front of Lan tomorrow.

Don't people call me' Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era'?

But I can't even give her what she wants.

Maybe I'm running away from tomorrow, afraid of tomorrow.

Escape or fear, I just don't want to see her cry, but I can't help anything.

Conan slowly closed his eyes and a tear spilled from the corner of his eye. It's too small to be noticed easily.

Tonight, another person also lost sleep.

Xiaolan lay on her side in bed, looking at the moon with glittering and translucent but sad eyes. She is holding a photo frame tightly in her hand, which is a photo of her and Xinyi.

Shinichi, where the hell are you?

I really want to see you, even if it's only for a minute.

Xiaolan closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep, but her mouth still cried out for Shinichi. Xiaolan turned to the other side, and the crystal on the pillow was more glittering with the help of moonlight. Those are Lan's tears.

Several parallel beams of sunlight entered the window, and dust was flying in the sunlight. Xiaolan opened her eyes and felt dazzling, so she quickly blocked the sun with her hand.

"It's already 8 o'clock."

"My head hurts." Xiaolan feels headache as soon as she is together. "It's probably too late to stay up late."

As soon as Xiaolan opened the door, she saw Conan coming out of the next room. Wearing a blue pajamas, he rubbed his hazy eyes with his little hands and said in a childish voice, "Good morning, Sister Xiaolan."

"Good morning, Conan." Xiaolan also greeted Conan.

"Sister Xiaolan, why are your eyes so red?" Conan looked up at Xiaolan and said.

Xiaolan avoided Conan's concerned eyes and said, "Nothing, but I watched it too late last night."

"Really?" Conan still looked at Lan, seemingly incredulous.

"Really, well, go and wash your face."

After a while, they finished their breakfast. Xiaolan is cleaning, and Conan is reading mystery novels in the room.

Ding Dong Ding Dong!

"coming." Xiaolan, get the door.

Conan also heard a knock at the door. He thought, who could it be? Is that Uncle Maori? But he has something to do all day today, so he can't come back so early. is it ...

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Xiaolan saw a man dressed as a postman standing outside the door.

"Young lady, this is yours. Please sign for it. " The postman handed Alan a roughly packaged gift box.

Xiaolan closed the door and sat in the chair in the living room. She wants to know who sent it. Just then, Conan gently pushed open the door, leaving only a little gap, and he could just see the side of Lan in the living room through the gap.

Xiaolan curiously opened the gift box, which contained a high-grade scarf and a pair of gloves, and there was a note below, which read:

Xiaolan:

Sorry, I can't go to your place in person. This winter is particularly cold, so I want to give you these things, and I really want to knit them for you myself, but unfortunately I can't. I hope they can bring you a little care and warmth.

New/Jimmy Kudo

"Shinichi." Xiaolan gave her a surprised but faint smile as soon as she saw that it was a gift from Shinichi.

Conan saw Xiaolan's smile and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. At least Ian accepted his gift.

However, after laughing for a while, Lan locked her brow again, and her eyes gradually filled with glittering and translucent liquid. Xiaolan immediately covered her face with her hand, and tears flowed out from her fingers.

"Don't cry, I didn't say I wouldn't cry. Even if there is no new Valentine's Day, I have to smile at everyone."

Lan comforted herself and forced a smile, but the smile at this time was distorted. That's not a laugh, Lan knows it very well.

Tears kept flowing, and Lan broke down in tears.

Conan in the room was already heartbroken. He closed his eyes and didn't want to see Lan's tearful face again, because it would break his heart even more. He would rather be shot by a dark organization than see Lan so sad.

It turns out that she has been pretending to be strong.

"Shinichi, do you know? What I really want is not a gift. " Lan touched the word "Xinyi" on the note with her hand and said, "If you come back to me, you will see me. As long as you are healthy and happy, I will be satisfied. "

Conan: Why is she still thinking about my happiness? Am I worth it? Her heart is made of crystal, beautiful and pure but easily broken. I wanted to protect it, but now I broke it again and again. I tried to remedy it several times, but the more I remedied it, the more fragmented it became.

Perhaps the best way is to let me retreat from her life and disappear from her life forever.

Maybe it will make her sad, but it's only temporary. As long as she finds someone who can really give her happiness, her heart will be flawless, and then let him take care of it.

Maybe I will be sad all my life, because I can't like anyone else except Lan, but it is worthwhile to exchange my sadness for Lan's happiness all my life.

That's enough, isn't it?

As long as she no longer tears for me, no longer sad for me.

Chapter III Temporary Antidote

Since fate brought us together, why not let us be together? Ian

Of course the goddess of love will sympathize with us. new/Jimmy Kudo

In the evening, Agasa Hiroshi went home.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong.

"Who is it?" Doctor, get the door.

"It's me, doctor."

The doctor saw Conan standing outside the door panting and said, "Xinyi, come in quickly." What's wrong? "

"I'm looking for Zuyuan." Conan immediately rushed into the doctor's home and quickly searched for the doctor's home.

"Little pity, she is in the computer room, she ..." Before the doctor finished, Conan came to the computer room like an arrow.

"Zuyuan, I have something to find you."

Zuhara was absorbed in losing information. She was not surprised or flustered by this sudden visit, but seemed very calm.

"Detective, what brings you here?" Zuyuan turned around, looked at Conan, and then turned to continue typing. "As you can see from your eyes, you have something very urgent. What is this? Won't be exposed by her? " Ashala's calm voice is not in harmony with her fast typing rhythm.

"That's not true, in fact ..." Conan hesitated for a moment and continued: "In fact, I want to ask you for the antidote to APTX-4869, the capsule you gave me last time we held a garden party in Didan High School."

"Oh, that's the' in vain', yes. But what makes you urgently need to grow? "

"I want to see her."

"I can't help but want to meet my girlfriend." Zuhara said with a smile, but there was a trace of sadness in the smile.

"no! Maybe this is the last time we meet. " Conan said in a low voice, he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression.

Sarah's eyes widened slightly. She stopped her work and looked back at Conan. Although there is no expression on her face, there is a trace of concern and gentleness in her eyes. "What's going on? Why do you say' the last time'? "

Conan leaned against the wall, still with his head down, and his lens gave off a faint blue light. After a moment of silence, he said, "Because I want her to leave me, and this must be said by Kudou Shinichi herself." When Conan said "Kudou Shinichi", his voice was very cold and light, not like a person saying his name at all.

"Have you really thought about it?" Ashala cares about the tunnel. She jumped up from her chair, went to the window and looked at the dead trees outside. A gust of wind swept by, and a dead leaf reluctantly left and flew away with the wind. Sure enough, the leaves are invincible. Zuyuan continued: "Can you really let go of your feelings in recent years?"

"What if I can't let go?" Conan has squatted down along the wall. "I can't give her happiness, I can only watch her cry for me and feel sorry for me, but I can't help it, so ..."

"So you chose to leave." Ashala's intelligent eyes seem to see through everyone's heart.

Another gust of wind blew, and a dead leaf clung to the branch. No matter how the wind pulled it, it never gave up, and then the wind came back disappointed. Maybe fate can change.

Zuyuan waited for a while, but he didn't get an answer from the other side, which was acquiescence. She continued: "Have you considered her feelings? She has been waiting for you, waiting for you to tell her' I'm back'. Now you have to tell her' Don't wait for me'. Will she be happy? " Ashala's voice is a little loud. Is she angry for Lan?

Conan raised his head, and the light on the lens faded away, revealing his handsome big eyes, and the knife-shaped eyebrows contracted tightly. He turned to look at Ashala and said, "How long can she wait? Even if she can wait, time will not wait for her. Our confrontation with the dark group is far away. Even if I can get the information of APTX-4869, I may not be able to make an antidote. Maybe I will die in the experiment of antidote. Can I give her happiness? " The last sentence, Conan almost shouted out. "Sorry, I was too loud just now." Conan shook his head when he saw Luyuan, and then said, "It's heartless to say that to her. She will certainly cry and be sad, but it is only temporary. As long as she finds someone she loves and can give her happiness, she will definitely forget me and live happily. " As for me, I can't forget her. Even if this memory is painful, I will keep it intact. All I can do is silently bless and pray for her. "Conan's eyes are dim, and his reasoning is that there is a clear contrast between confidence and sharp eyes.

O salad back, she moved heart palpitations, saw Conan's eyes. She felt that he was not the detective she knew who was always full of confidence and sunshine. Zuyuan turned around again, looked out of the window and said, "Are you sure she can forget you? Are you sure she can find such a person? "

"Of course. Time is the best medicine to treat wounds, and nothing can beat time, including APTX-4869. " He lowered his head again and hid his expression under his hair.

"Well, I'll give you a temporary antidote." O salad went to the front of the cabinet, took out the medicine, came over and handed it to Conan. He didn't look up, but held out his hand feebly and took the medicine, accompanied by a cold' thank you'.

Although he couldn't see his expression, Ashara was surprised to see a crystal-like thing sliding down from his frame, running down his chin and falling to the ground. Those are his tears. O salad back to the original expression, thinking, in fact, it's nothing strange. Even detectives can be helpless sometimes.

Matahara clearly heard the broken sound of something, not only his tears, but also his heart.

Conan sat there loosely, only his right hand was still pulling the medicine tightly, and he was desperate. O salad crouched down and put his hands on his shoulders, hoping to give him some comfort and make him feel better.

Conan feebly took out his mobile phone and sent a message on it:

See you at my house at 7: 00 tomorrow night.

New/Jimmy Kudo

... to be continued

The fourth chapter under the moon (on)

Even if there is no fate, I will accompany you. Ian

Can we really overcome fate? new/Jimmy Kudo

Agasa Hiroshi's door was gently pushed open and a high school student came out. He was wearing a white shirt, a dark green suit and no tie. The first button of his shirt was unbuttoned, slightly revealing his thin collarbone. Although he dresses informally, this way of dressing makes him look more handsome.

His knife-shaped eyebrows shrink beautifully, and his melancholy expression is more attractive than his smile. He exudes a unique temperament, which can't be described just by being handsome.

He came into the street and mingled with the crowd. Even in this vast sea of people, he is so conspicuous.

He accidentally stepped on the foot of a girl coming across the street. Out of due courtesy, he turned and smiled and said, "I'm sorry."

The other person smirked and stared at him. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he went back and walked on. The other party was still standing there, staring at his back closely, blushing slightly, and saying to himself, "How handsome! What a nice voice. Hate, how so handsome? " This man must be a nymphomaniac.

Every time he passes this anthomaniac, he will hear the other person say' so handsome', but he just shakes his eyebrows slightly, or stretches or tightens. But he didn't know that the slightest movement of his eyebrows made the girls feel excited. Who is this high school leftover girl who makes girls so obsessed? He is Kudou Shinichi, a high school detective who is famous as a famous detective.

Xinyi strolled to Mihua Park and found a stone bench to sit down. He reached into his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the short message Lan sent him last night (he had read it several times):

Great, Shinichi, you're finally back! I will definitely go, wait for me!

small blue

Shinichi turned off his cell phone and showed a faint smile. This is his only heartfelt smile these days. Those girls who are infatuated with flowers will definitely faint when they see it.

But the smile was stingy, and it only stayed on Shinichi's face for a while.

Shinichi: Lan must be very happy because she wants to see me tonight. I really don't want to say such rude words to her, but I have to say it for her happiness.

I looked at my watch again. It's already five o'clock.

Xiaolan came into the room with a bag of vegetables and said, "I'm back."

Richard Moore sitting in a chair, dozen dozen breathe, said; "Why are you so early today? Didn't you go shopping an hour later? And where did Conan go these days? "

Xiaolan said with a smile, "Conan was taken to Osaka by Hattori to play (this is a lie of Shinichi). I'm going to meet a friend tonight, so I have to cook quickly. "

Xiao Lan hummed a tune and went into the kitchen to cook.

Richard Moore: She must have gone to see the detective boy, otherwise would she be so happy? But it doesn't matter. She was always moping a few days ago. When asked, she said nothing, but she was still worried about her. After all, Valentine's Day is the hardest for her now, but now it seems that she is ok.

Although Richard Moore is always rough at ordinary times, he is very careful with his daughter.

It's just after 6: 30 in the evening, and the sun and the moon have exchanged roles. Tonight is the full moon. The moon hangs in the oblique sky, with a thin layer of clouds floating around it. Moonlight pours down brightly and softly, like fog and milk. Everything on the ground casts a long shadow under the touch of moonlight. Evergreen on the street is also immersed in the moisture of moonlight, which is a bit like writing with a charming veil. The breeze blows, and the calligraphy dances with the rhythm of the wind, accompanied by light and shadow.

Lan Xin is walking on this street, which leads to a new home. She also likes moonlight. She smelled the peculiar smell of earth at night, accompanied by the smell of wind, but what she remembered was his smell. It has been particularly hot since last night, which is a rare weather in winter.

Xiaolan is wearing a pale pink long-sleeved dress. Under the wind, the skirt swayed slightly, just like cherry blossoms blooming in the snow. Although it is out of season, it still looks so chic and beautiful. Xiaolan turns at the end of this street and comes to another street. Not far away, she saw a figure, but she couldn't see who he was because he was standing in the long shadow cast by the house behind him. Although I can't see who he is clearly, Lan smells him, a long-lost but familiar smell. Yes, that's him. She misses him very much.

Lan quickened her pace, because she had been waiting for this day for a long time, and she was worried that he would slip away again, but it was more an unspeakable happiness and an unspeakable tension.

At this point, a pair of hands in his trouser pocket, upper body leaning against a wall near his door, staring at the front in a daze. Suddenly, he turned his head and opened his eyes wide. It is the hazy pink not far away, which makes his originally dim eyes shine instantly.

It's her. He cares about her.

He lowered his head again, and an idea flashed through his mind: maybe it's not too late to regret, tell her' I miss her' and tell her' Be sure to wait for me again'. Xinyi quickly shook her head hard: no, I must not harm her. I must tell her to leave me tonight. Sure enough, Shinichi is a calm and rational person. He knows the priorities.

He turned his head again, and his worried eyes met Lan's sparkling eyes.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Then there is silence, a silent but nostalgic silence.

They are still staring at each other's eyes, because surrounded by a black shadow, they can only use each other's eyes to confirm each other's position, and they all know each other is around.

"Shinichi, is it really you?" Xiaolan's voice trembled.

"A fool, of course, it's me. Who else will stand at my door? " Xinyi's soft voice is full of magnetism and makes people feel soft. Thanks to Yamaguchi Jiaping's superb dubbing skills.

"It's great to finally see you again." Xiaolan opened her eyes wide and stretched herself.

"That look is coming again." You can see Lan's expression in her eyes. "Why do you wear so little? Not cold? " The new head is placed on Xiaolan's thin shoulder.

"Is it cold? Isn't it very hot now? " Xiaolan blinked, and she felt that the heat in the novice was constantly spreading to herself.

"It's very hot these days, but what if it suddenly gets cold? You should take care of yourself while I am away. " New caring words are the best comfort for Lan these days.

Xiaolan smiled gently, and Xinyi asked strangely, "What are you laughing at?" The voice is a little complaining, but it is still so gentle.

"I haven't heard any new bothersome complaints for a long time. But when it comes to caring, I think you should worry about yourself. I always take care of you when we are together. "

Xiaolan's thoughtfulness and warmth are not unknown to Xinyi.

"That's right. My life is still very disorganized, but Lan, you often come to my house to help me clean, wash clothes and cook. I accepted so much help from you without saying thank you. Thank you, Xiaolan. " There is more sadness in Xinyi's gentle voice.

Shinichi: I want to bypass these concerns and tell her directly. But now I still can't help but say it.

to be continued

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