After the World of Conan is Full of Bad Luck

    Maybe the fact was so shocking that Matsuda Jinhei couldn't say anything for a while, his Adam's apple slipped unconsciously.

    There are about 6 billion people in the world, it is not a problem to find two people with similar faces, and it is not impossible to find people who feel similar.

    But the two people you want to find feel similar, and is it even possible that the mole is in the same place? ? ?

    It is a rare cinnabar mole.

    And not between the eyebrows, but the thigh.

    Is such a rare event possible? ?

    "Mr. Matsuda?"

     The person opposite continued to ask, a little cautiously suspicious.

    The deceased will also return to the world and appear in front of him again? ?

    Will it be the person you think about? ?

      A little red plum will disappear.

    Matsuda Jinhei wanted to see something from those clear and clear eyes, he wanted to see a little vision called impossible.

    Is that you? ? Amamiya Chiyuki? ?

    The name that had been on the tip of the tongue many times was soaked in the bitterness, which made Matsuda Jinping feel a little sad.

    Half a sound, when the opposite Miss Kurosawa came step by step, no, maybe she should not be called Miss Kurosawa.

    Matsuda Jinping raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a shallow smile, "I'm fine."

    "Miss Kurosawa, it's very late, be careful when you go back, especially those with ulterior motives." Matsuda Jinping whispered.

    The person on the other side stopped and nodded, agreeing: "Okay."

    Looking at the picture of two people leaving side by side, the grass that had accumulated in my heart was ignited by a strange flame, and when the evening wind blew, the flame swept through, showing a prairie prairie. .

    Amamiya Qianxue, Amamiya Qianxue…

    He said it countless times on his lips and tried to figure out the name countless times, this time he whispered it in his heart.

    Amamiya Chiyuki, who turned and left, folded her arms in one hand, feeling a little weird for some reason.

    Song Tian, ​​he looked very strange just now, very strange, it was an expression she had never seen before.

    There was a faint unease in her heart.

    She recalled those gray-blue eyes and frowned, she just saw a little tenderness in it, mixed with longing, pinched expectations, almost empty gentle.

    In an instant, her heart was tightened, causing a burst of pain.

    The last sentence is also familiar, where did she hear it? ?

    "That person is a little dangerous." Rye glanced at the sad faces of the people around him.

    The look in the eyes just now was not so simple, and Ley could even feel a little hatred.

    Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, Spurmony always encounters this kind of dangerous man, first Sutern, then Cointreau, this time it is this Matsuda The police officer, but her attitude is very different.

     Matsuda Jinhei, is he dangerous? ? ? how is this possible! !

    "Oh? Well, that's probably dangerous for the man standing beside you."

    Amamiya Qianxue took off the ribbon, her smooth long hair hung down, and she tied it into a high ponytail, "If you don't have any of these, why don't you think about your mission? Tell me, I'm going back."

     "Don't you need me to take you?" Ley pointed to his car that was parked not far away.

    Amamiya Qianxue shook her head, "No, I'll just go back by myself." He rejected his proposal.

    Lee put one hand in his pocket and tossed the car keys with the other, smiled and said, "You are really cautious."

    "Please leave when you're done talking." Amamiya Qianxue raised her chin, her delicate brows were icy cold.

    Lee stretched her long legs and shrugged, "Okay, see you later."

    Seeing that car started to go far, Amamiya Chiyuki began to take a step. She didn't want to be known by these people, which would definitely bring trouble to Matsuda and Hagihara. Only this Absolutely impossible.

    What's more, she can't go back now, there is still a lot to do.

      Under the slightly dim neon light, it is indeed difficult to find out that the wine glass was filled with transparent syrup at once. Even though the glass was passed by every friend, the key evidence was found, and the potential friend was successfully captured. the murderer in.

    However, the reason for the murder was a factional dispute in the company, which made Matsuda Jinping frown, and the disgust and disgust on his face were very obvious.

    For these ignorant social assholes, he has never had a good face.

    The moonlight melts, like a silver stream pouring down from the sky, shrouding every corner of midnight.

     Stepping into the apartment, he saw the familiar back in front of him at a glance, Yuehua hit her on the body, a little hazy, the transparent coat was also casually placed on the body, half of the shoulders were covered On the outside, or is it just such a baggy design?

    Jinpei Matsuda doesn't understand this.

    But he knew that such clothes must be a little cold in the middle of the night, otherwise the flying butterfly bones and round and white shoulders would not have a layer of frozen red.

    Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's a coincidence.

     Just as Matsuda Jinhei was about to call out to the person in front, she also turned her head at that moment, and her high ponytail streaked a dazzling semicircle in the night.

    There was a bit of timely surprise in her brows and eyes, "Mr. Matsuda! Are you finished? It's hard work."

    He nodded slightly with a smile.

    Why, why, why is she so calm? ?

    Is she really Amamiya Chiyuki? If not, how can there be such a cinnabar mole in the same position? ?

    Soon he realized that this was not right, and focused his eyes on the face of the person in front of him.

    "Well, I just finished. Miss Kurosawa came back quite late." Matsuda Jinhei scratched his hair and stepped forward.

    "There is something to delay." She explained vaguely, without saying too many other topics.

      It's not at all the way to deal with a stranger.

    After he finished speaking, he was irritated why he said such a thing.

    "Ah, no." The girl beside her blurted out a negative line, then shook the bag in her hand, "Go shopping." Because of the eyeliner, it looks like amorous peach eyes, hazy.

    In the lifted clear bag were several bottles of wine and some jumble of fast food and snacks to fill one's stomach.

    At first glance, Matsuda Jinhei did not find a food that could be called healthy.

    Can these things really be eaten regularly? ?

    Jinping Matsuda frowned. He now wondered if Miss Kurosawa had a normal meal. After all, the last time she gave her beef stew with potatoes, she had a messy schedule and was malnourished. pale and weak look.

    This is what he thought in his heart and what he said, "Is Miss Kurosawa eating well? Are these things not healthy at all??"

    As expected, the girl opposite looked stiff and a little flustered, then chuckled and explained: "Although it can't be called healthy, there is still some normal eating!"

    The gentle words mixed with laughter sounded very unpleasant in Matsuda Jinping's ears, or rather unpleasant.

    I can't take care of myself at all.

    Is it because you are not good at cooking? ? The same is true of Amamiya, and the similarities have increased.

    "Ding!"

    Just as he was about to continue talking about cooking, the elevator arrived at their floor.

    The girl who had been smiling all the time waved at him, "Come on, I'll go back first, I'm so sleepy, I want to go to bed, good night, Mr. Matsuda."

    After he finished speaking, he didn't care what he said, and walked towards his house.

    A trace of panic flashed in Matsuda Jinping's heart, he took two steps and three steps, and caught up with the girl who was about to take the key. Jin Ping was suddenly startled.

    The body temperature is too low, like ice cubes.

    In the palm of his hand, it even made his skin have a slight pain hallucination.

    "Is that you?" He asked this sentence with a bewildered expression, and there was a little trembling in the end.

    It's like a raindrop falling into the dust, with a starting point called anticipation dust, misty like smoke.

    After saying these words, Matsuda Jinping even felt a little bitterness on the tip of his tongue. The bitterness seemed to be pouring out of the stomach that had not been dripped at night, and it seemed to flow in the blood vessels replaced by blood.

      Raised eyes, avoiding the scorching gaze.

    Matsuda Jinhei unconsciously added a little strength, and the other hand also supported the shoulder of the half-hanging transparent coat.

    "Don't look down at me, okay..."

    Almost a lighter air sound than the bass.

    After a two-second pause, she opened her eyelids, and there was a trance and anxiety in her eyes, like an illusory dream, "Mr. Matsuda, I am not her, you are mistaken."

    Matsuda Jinhei gasped involuntarily, the muscles on his face seemed a little out of control, impossible, how could there be such a coincidence.

    No way, he doesn't believe it.

    I wanted to recklessly say that coincidence, but the words rolled to the throat, and he swallowed it hard.

    Can't say it now, what if she is scared, what if she leaves her own world again.

      It's okay, he's been without her for two years, and he has a lot of patience.

    "Mr. Matsuda, can you let me go? It hurts a little." After hesitating for a while, she whispered.

    The words reached his ears, Matsuda Jinping quickly released the restraint, and he didn't know whether it was his strength or her skin was too soft and delicate.

    Matsuda Jinping stared at the red mark on the greasy skin, thinking that Zhuxingda was holding her arm like this today, and kneading a red mark.

    Where did it come from? ?

    He glanced, trying to find the place.

    Then the person next to her took two steps back and opened the distance.

    Matsuda Jinhei looked at the somewhat flustered face with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I scared you."

    "It's all right, this is for you, Mr. Matsuda, I'll go back first." She was a little bit confused, took a random bottle of wine from the bag and plugged it, then turned around and inserted the key, the door was still open. Squeeze in without opening it.

    A set of movements is like flowing water, although it is nervous, it is very fast, and there is no hesitation.

    Matsuda Jinping subconsciously looked at the wine in his hand, and before he had time to say goodbye, good night, etc., only the cold brown door was left in front of him.

    Standing at the door, Matsuda Jinping scratched his hair and said softly, "Good night."

    The voice seemed to have a tenderness and tenderness that could squeeze out water.

    After he finished speaking, he returned to his home. Before he could change his clothes, he took the bottle of wine and entered his room. He was obviously an adult, but he looked like an underage high school student. Just received a favorite gift from a favorite girl. Even if his brows and eyes were pressed down hard, he still couldn't suppress the joyful feeling.

    In those gray-blue eyes like the sky, it looks like a bird is about to fly out.

    Amamiya Qianxue on the other side was panting heavily, her legs and feet were a little weak, she clutched her chest that was beating too fast, and sat on the ground directly against the door.

    The bag in her hand also fell on her feet, she rubbed the red spot and buried her head in her arms.

    "Jinping Matsuda, what do you want me to do..." She muttered, with a little coquettishness in the end note that she didn't even notice.