"Where is the teacher's body?" Shikawa Togo spoke in a deep voice, his voice becoming particularly hoarse.

"I buried him in the mountains..."

Officer Megumi took people to find the body overnight, and the Hsinkawa Togo and others followed him. In the end, only Kawasun and the others and a few police officers who collected evidence were left in the room.

"Are you still having a meal?"

Shangkawa Shin broke their melancholy mood inappropriately.

After all, what happened ten years ago was ten years ago. The ending could not be changed, and melancholy could not make the dead live. The key now is to fill your internal organs.

"Although I don't have much appetite, I don't have anything to eat when I get home..." Kuaido was not very interested, but he still went downstairs with Kuangawa Shun.

"I thought you would go with me."

Kuaido shook his head, "Let's go to worship after a while..."

There is no meaning now than in the past. The body needs to be dug up and buried in the cemetery. Maybe it will be published in the newspaper. It will be better if you want to worship.

Shangchuan Shun was already hungry. Because he had already said he would eat outside, and his family didn't leave him dinner at all. If he didn't eat here, he would have to find some desserts to fill his stomach when he went back.

Hattori and others also walked down. Perhaps because they encountered such things too much, their mood quickly returned to normal.

There are a lot of dishes made, and Xiaolan thoughtfully put some in the refrigerator, and then heat them up when they come back.

Kuaido had no appetite, so he filled his stomach and didn't move his chopsticks. Hattori and Ye were fighting and fighting, and the two of them scrambled to grab a piece of meat like children. Xiaolan next to him picked up food for Conan from time to time, and Conan blushed and silenced to eat.

Shangkawa Shin looked at them, his thoughts drifting away.

If the garden is there...

It was still early to get home after dinner, and Shangchuan Shun sat on the bench in the yard and looked at the sky in a daze.

The stars are sparse tonight, but the moon is very bright. There are almost no leaves on the big trees in winter, and the dry branches are like lines drawn from charcoal brushes that lie in Shangchuan Shun's vision.

He was stunned for a while, then picked up his cell phone and called Tomo Amuro.

The pistol had been returned to him long ago, and the bullets inside were replaced with normal bullets. I haven't visited him much these days, and I don't know how his injuries were.

Tomo Amuro is not someone who needs to worry about, but that guy lives in a job and has no entertainment. Guestawa Shun is not very relieved.

"How is the injury?"

Tomo Amuro is sorting out various documents. There are too many things that have happened recently. He needs to record these contents and make them into reports.

Although the left hand is injured, it does not mean that it cannot move. It is inevitable that the muscles will be hurt when typing the keyboard.

After receiving a call from Shangchuan Shun, he put his phone on the desktop, leaned his waist on the back of the chair, left the keyboard with both hands, and gently rubbed his left arm, which was a little sore with his right hand.

"Don't worry, nothing serious."

The night was quiet, and even if he didn't turn on the handset, it wouldn't affect his hearing from the handset of Kazukawa Shun.

"Don't mess with yourself too much. If you get hurt, just give yourself a vacation."

Kurakawa Shun was not worried that Amuro's wound would not heal. The main reason was that Amuro's person could not stay idle and always wanted to do something whenever he had free time, otherwise he would not have worked so many jobs.

Mitsukawa was so persuading him so hard that he felt that he had become nagging since he met Toru Amuro.

"Know..."

Yamuro was helpless. Could it be that he was a workaholic in Kurakawa's eyes?

He looked at the laptop on his desktop, but it seemed... but it was a bit...

It’s not that he doesn’t want to rest, but once he stops, many faces will always flash in his mind. Whether it’s his old friends who have passed away or the Hideichi Akai who was killed by him, these faces are like big stones, pressing on his heart and making him unable to breathe.

He used his busyness to numb his brain and forced himself not to think about these irrelevant things in order to gain a sense of fulfillment.

Group Zero's identity cannot be exposed to people. They are like guardians in the dark night, carrying huge psychological pressure. No one knows the deeds, no one tells the achievements, and all medals are sealed in encrypted documents until they die.

He also needs affirmation and encouragement, and someone needs to take such a hand when he is confused.

He didn't know how long he would have to hide his identity. Fortunately, he didn't have relatives he needed to worry about, otherwise this sorrow would probably increase a little.

"Be careful not to eat, eat more foods that help wound heal, don't drink alcohol, and don't eat spicy food..." Shangchuan Shun's nagging voice came from the other end, which was a bit more nagging than the old man who liked to nag.

"I know..." After listening to him quietly, the helplessness on his face did not dissipate, but the corners of his lips slightly raised, exuding a doting and warmth that rose from his heart.

He couldn't help but recall the first time he saw Kamikawa Shun. The boy was polite and alienated and held great warning towards him.

He actually didn't do anything, he just had always been accustomed to taking care of people, and subconsciously regarded him as someone who needed care. As he got along, Shangchuan Shun's alienation and alert slowly disappeared, and he gradually recognized him as an outsider who had no kinship.

A Shun has always been a person who values ​​feelings. After he recognizes you, you will give him a little warmth and he will give you a lot of warmth.

Originally, I just found a job when I was idle at the beginning, but who knew it would turn into such a deep bond?

“Go to bed early.”

"Yeah." Amuro Toru responded gently and hung up the phone.

He looked at the laptop in front of him and said that the report was almost done, and it would not be too late to write the rest tomorrow.

Close the notebook and he walked to the balcony to look at the stars.

The stars in the night sky are sparse, but the quiet night sky also makes people calm.

Hang up the phone, Shangchuan Shun continued to stare at the sky in a daze. The stars in the sky were connected together as if forming a shadow. He looked at it for a while, picked up his cell phone and continued to make the phone.

"A Shun, good evening."

Yuanzi's brisk voice came from the other end of the phone. She sounded very good and her voice was full of vitality, which made Katsukawa's mouth unconsciously rise.

This is probably what people in love look like. They have only seen each other for a few days, but they miss them very much as if they haven’t seen each other for a long time. They want to share what happens to their identity, and even hearing the other person’s voice is a very happy thing.

"I miss you a little."

He rarely says such things, and suddenly says this, even he feels a little embarrassed.

Two red clouds floated on the garden face on the other end of the phone, and the whole person seemed to be soaked in a honey pot.

"Hehe, how much do you think?"

"A little bit."

A soft hum came from the other end of the phone, "Hmph, I don't believe it!"

"Okay, I really want to think of it." I could even think of it as if I could see Xingxing.

Kazukawa felt his face a little hot, but fortunately he would not be seen through the phone.
Chapter completed!