Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 69

Kyogokuhiko himself doesn't feel much about the blood race, especially the blood race that migrated to Japan. He has almost never come into contact with it. The few times he has encountered it, most of them have no reason to speak of depravity. offspring of

Using Japan's division, it should be called levelE.

And the little guy standing in front of him with a stiff expression as if facing a formidable enemy, should be a level B who is not very old, according to the words of the United States, it is still a cub with no hair yet.

"Introduce yourself." Kyogokuhiko, who is several hundred years old, didn't intend to be so disrespectful with him. He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled to show that he didn't have any malicious intentions. .

As if the sense of oppression that imprisoned all limbs and bones dissipated, the blood clan moved his hands and feet with a stiff face, and said, "Zhikui Qianli...my name."

The arrogance on his face subsided completely, he took half a step back and slightly lowered his head, adopting the respectful attitude he should have when facing a strong man.

Kyogokuhiko chuckled, and randomly picked a section for him to perform.

I probably regretted it, because the company's recommendation bumped into such a tricky and troublesome role.

Zhikui Qianli has indeed regretted it. The reason why he came to this audition is because his partner Toya Rimo took the initiative to sign up for the audition of this movie. Yes, the popular novels are also very popular among blood clans. At least None of the girls in the night department hadn’t read it, and I don’t even know if he read it wrong. Although the book that Jiu Lanshu sometimes held in his hand was wrapped in a cover of a philosophical work, when he passed by, he glanced at it. What I read in the past is the latest booklet of Tuihong's novel.

Toya Rimo once asked him to read this book as a hypnotic story before going to bed. Those gorgeous and contagious rhetoric can only be realized how embarrassing and impressive they are only after they are actually read.

Kyogokuhiko’s point is Artest’s friend, the scene where his classmate Sato called him before he committed suicide. Sato has been bullied by his classmates for a long time, and his life is extremely painful. Only the gentle Artest will come after he is beaten or bullied Look for him, listen to his self-pity and complaints, and find ways to help him.

Artest was Sato's only friend, so Sato called Artest before he died.

The gentle Artest comforted the collapsed Sato, and immediately ran from home to school after realizing his suicidal intentions, rescued him from a dangerous situation and angrily reprimanded him, awakening his desire to live— — This is also the passage in the whole novel that Artest is recognized as having the most boyfriend power.

Not so.Zhikui Qianli made a gesture of making a phone call, speaking of concern, but mocking indifferently on his face.

That's right, Artest's almost desperate efforts to save his classmate's life was not for some stupid friendship or fellowship, but for a deeper and darker thought.

——If that person dies, it will be so troublesome to find another person who can bring him so much joy.

So Sato has been living in pain, his only spiritual sustenance is Artest, Artest is his god, on the day of graduation, Sato, who failed to enter the same school as Artest, committed suicide again.

Artest failed to save him this time, and burst into tears as he faced the already cold corpse.

[I'm sorry, I couldn't save you, I'm sorry, but seeing your death, I couldn't help but burst into tears from laughter.

Sorry for entertaining me with your death. 】

When Kyogokuhiko wrote it, he conceived Artest's psychology in this way.

It's a pity that too few people saw his foreshadowing. Most people only saw the various closeness between Artest and Sato, so that some articles full of pink flavor were also popular on the Internet. I saw several rows of doujinben booths.

Then, as the original author, he didn't even want to buy several copies and came back. Artest, who was described by the authors as having a strong boyfriend who blocked everything for Sato, couldn't help laughing.

"Let's do another paragraph." Kyogokuhiko smiled and clicked another paragraph.

Diarmuid pressed his shoulder gently, reminding him not to play too much for a moment of evil.

"Little bats are hard to come across." Kyogokuhiko complained in his heart, "Just let me play."

"You have a lot of things to do." Diarmuid maintained a just right smile on his face, "I am very worried about your body." The knight's worries are sincere and real, and Kyogokuhiko seems to be able to feel the pair of eyes through his sunglasses. There was sparkle in his eyes, and the hand on his shoulder had already slid to his neck, and the gentle rubbing carried a teasing aura of unknown meaning.

"If you want me to compromise, the price will be very high." Kyogokuhiko turned his head away from looking at him, but there was a hint of resignation in his tone.

"No matter what the price is." The knight leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I hope you can cherish yourself more."

Hot flashes hit his ears, and Diarmuid's palms groped for the shape of his spine along the slits of his clothes. With the obstruction of his tall body, no one noticed his out-of-the-ordinary and disrespectful movements.

"That's all I wish for." The honey-flavored breath lingered, the earnest tenderness on his mouth was in stark contrast to the bold movements on his hands, Kyogokuhiko turned his head and hummed as he answered his request, and did not move. The sensuality seems to be talking about something serious.

Only Diarmuid, who was very close to him, could see the young man's thin red ears, as bright as peach blossoms in late spring, which made his heart move, and the moment he stood up, he gently bit him with the cover of the back of his hand. a mouthful.

Setsuna Kyogokuhiko's eyes glared over, but even the end of his eyes were rouge-colored soft, without any deterrent power.

Diarmuid was in a trance, as if he already understood how to persuade Kyogokuhiko correctly.

The so-called tactful justice... The knight's gentle smile deepened, and he asked, "There is a dessert shop near here that has a very good evaluation, what do you think?"

Appetite has decreased. The love for glutinous rice dumplings has not diminished at all. Although eating too much of this food will increase the burden on the stomach if it is not easy to digest, it is better than eating a few mouthfuls of food all day and starting to retch, and Plums are an appetizer, and eating two might give you an appetite for something else.

Imagining the taste of ice skin and blood glutinous rice mixed together, Kyogokuhiko's eyes lit up slightly, he nodded reservedly, picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, finally looking forward to lunch.

At this time, in the Tokyo City Park, which was more than ten blocks away from them, Dr. Ari and others took a group of children to spread a picnic cloth under the cherry blossom trees, and began to eat, drink and enjoy the cherry blossoms. The expression was relatively stiff, and from time to time he cast his eyes on Natsume who was sitting obediently on the side eating.

Soon, he secretly hid in a place with few people and whispered under the pretext of playing hide-and-seek.

"Haihara, are you sure you don't feel wrong?" Conan asked. If Haibara Ai said that the person was Diarmuid, he would probably believe it without hesitation, but the person she said was Kyogokuhiko, even if Kyogoku Yan is the son of Ryunosuke Ito and he is too young, "They still recruit minors?"

Hui Yuanai said with a cold face: "If you don't believe me, forget it!"

"I don't believe it." Conan said, "It's just a little unbelievable."

"I couldn't believe it at first." Hui Yuanai said, "But the feeling in him is too strong." She said with difficulty, "That feeling almost suffocates me."

As soon as she recalled the terrible oppressive feeling that Kyogokuhiko had brought her, she still couldn't help but feel chills all over her body. She hugged her arms and knelt down for a while before continuing: "He must have a high status in the organization." ...higher than gin."

Because the turbulent malice that almost engulfed her was more terrifying than gin, even if Kyogokuhiko smiled at her, what she saw was the devil's mouth curling up at her.

Conan straightened his expression, and while supporting Hui Yuanai, he said, "He probably didn't notice you today... Anyway, be careful in the future."

Hui Yuanai nodded with a pale face, adjusted his expression and walked back with Conan as if nothing had happened.

She didn't dare to tell Conan her other conjecture - Kyogokuhiko is most likely the leader of the organization.

She can take the medicine named APTX4869, and Conan can take it, so it is impossible for the organization that has kept all the medicine information to make new products. If this is the case, what is Kyogokuhiko's real age is open to question.

Similarly, his true identity is even more suspicious.

But she didn't dare to say this conjecture. Conan was too impulsive on some issues, and she was afraid that she would hurt him if she said it. Therefore, she could only bury this conjecture deeply in her heart, and secretly made up her mind to be vigilant at all times. Kyogokuhiko et al.

Compared with Conan's unswerving determination to bring the black organization to justice, she cares more about how to protect the people she cares about.

Whether it's Dr. Ari, Conan, or the children of the Detective Boys, they are treasures that are more important to her than anything else.

Important enough to give up on going after the Black Organization for that.

Conan didn't tell her the important information that Kyogokuhiko is Ito Ryunosuke's son, so that for a long time, Haibara Ai was extremely cold and full of distrust towards Natsume.

And Conan also made his own inferences about Kyogokuhiko's identity. Knowing that Kyogokuhiko's age cannot be forged, he prefers that Kyogokuhiko is a high-level member of the black organization. In the fight, he knew that Gin Jiu was already one of the top figures in the organization, so there was a higher-level existence than him. After ruling out the option of the leader behind the scenes, he fell to the option of the heir.

At such a young age, but occupying a high position in the organization, probably only the heirs in the organization can do it, so since Kyogokuhiko is the heir, the identity of the leader behind the scenes is ready to be revealed.

——Ito Ryunosuke, who once set off a bloody storm on the road, definitely fits the average person's imagination of the leader behind the black organization. The Ssangyong Association and the Imperial Consortium can also provide enough resources for them to squander.

However, the Ssangyong Society, the Imperial Consortium, and the Kyogoku Zaibatsu are escorted by three behemoths. Even if he finds enough evidence, he cannot completely bring it down.

Connecting the cause and effect together in their minds, the two consciously felt that there was no loophole. They sighed together and looked at each other. Although they each had their own thoughts and speculations, they still advised each other: "Be careful, don't be impulsive."

Really. I don’t know anything. Natsume looked at the two friends who were staring at her with strange eyes in confusion, took a bite of the rice ball and showed them a soft smile.

Innocent, pure and untainted, like a little angel.

So although he felt a little sorry for the child, Conan still endured his guilt and went to his side, chatting with him in a brisk tone.

Natsume kindly took out his small rice balls and glutinous rice Daifuku to share with Conan, and answered all his questions without any vigilance.

liqueur?

Kyogokuhiko is still underage, so the family only has cooking wine for cooking.

Talk behind closed doors?

Often, isn't it normal to keep a certain amount of privacy with the door closed?

Song of the Seven Sons?

Never met Kyogokuhiko at home and heard.

Ringtones?

The general incoming call is the piano music, the email is the default ringtone, and the special incoming call is the violin music.

temper?

Although a little moody, he was very kind to him and taught him a lot of useful knowledge.

After chatting for a while, Natsume suddenly said, "Conan, you've been asking about brother Kyogoku, is there something wrong?"

To outsiders, he kept calling Brother Kyogokuhiko, otherwise it would be a little strange.

"No!" Conan quickly shook his head and denied, "I'm just curious, that brother looks very powerful!"

"Brother Kyogoku is indeed very powerful!" Natsume's eyes lit up. He has learned the use of spiritual power from Kyogoku for a week, and he has completely become a little fan of Kyogoku. "He taught me a lot of things! He can do everything. It looks amazing!"

The young boy waved his arms vigorously to describe to Conan how powerful Kyogokuhiko is. Although he can’t tell him about the use of spiritual power, there are still things to learn. In the past six months, Natsume has missed a lot because of frequent school transfers. I haven't learned anything, so it is inevitable that I will struggle with my grades.

At least in the quiz for admission, the report card he got back was simply horrible.

In fact, Natsume himself felt bad about poor grades. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to study hard, but that the unstable environment fundamentally denied him the conditions to study hard. The learning progress of each school is different, and the textbooks used in different regions are also different. It must be the same, sometimes he has just made up the lessons here, and when he transfers to another school, he finds that he can't understand anything.

And the house where he is staying doesn't care about his studies anymore, it's his best to feed him and clothe him warmly, he just wants to let him leave his house as soon as possible, occasionally Guan Guan is also mostly because the parent meeting is really embarrassing, but fortunately, with the frequency of his transfers, few people have held a parent meeting for him.

How can children learn well without parental discipline?The wife who once lived in the house said so, with a sarcastic and arrogant tone, stepping on him to praise the children in her family who were about the same age.

In addition, Natsume's own ability made it difficult for him to live in school. After half a year of wandering, he began to doubt himself. When he returned with the report card, he couldn't help sobbing and crying.

Diarmuid hugged him tenderly, and Kyogokuhiko turned out his textbook with a cold face and asked him what he couldn't do. Every night, he spent an extra two hours of private tutoring after the class on the use of spiritual power.

There are still many who don't know it now, but Natsume has already felt his progress, and is determined to study harder and try to make Kyogokuhiko not ashamed at the parent meeting this semester.

Conan bit the rice ball depressedly and listened to Natsume expressing his admiration for Kyogokuhiko, and sighed helplessly knowing that he had no hope of finding clues on him.