Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 128: Kissing Huibara Ai...

Junpei Kamei had the habit of taking photos of the target in its intact state before blowing it up and kept them in his photo album.

This habit has been maintained for many years.

The neon lights of the Suzuki Building flickered in the camera lens, and the logo of the Suzuki Group was made into a huge red logo light box, which was particularly conspicuous in the night.

In addition, under the backdrop of specially designed lighting, the building presents a unique beauty in the night, like a beautiful bride posing coquettishly, giving people endless imagination.

Whoever designed this building must be a great artist.

Junpei Kamei was determined.

This is the evaluation he gave to the other party as a top expert who is also very accomplished in various architectural arts and is obsessed with them.

However, the more perfect the building was, the more excited Junpei Kamei became.

For him, being able to destroy such a perfect work of art was more exciting than doing anything else.

Perhaps it was this strange driving force that supported him all the way to becoming one of the top blasting experts in the industry.

But just when he was fully immersed in taking pictures, he was interrupted.

One can imagine how angry Junpei Kamei must have been.

He subconsciously put his hand on the camera box hanging around his neck.

There was a mini pistol in there.

Although his close combat ability was very poor, with the help of thermal weapons, he could easily kill the two annoying guys who disturbed his interest.

Moreover, Sato Masao's car was parked at the foot of the mountain. He could just make a phone call and have him come and clean up the scene, or he could not deal with it at all. He didn't care.

However, when Junpei Kamei's eyes fell on the little girl with short brown hair.

The dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared in an instant.

It wasn't that he had any strange thoughts about the little girl in front of him. In fact, Junpei Kamei's sexual orientation had been very stable since he was in elementary school.

He has never liked any woman.

Junpei Kamei has always firmly believed that his soul is female. This firm belief not only caused him to suffer countless contempt and discrimination in his childhood, but also brought some subtle influences.

For example, he likes the ritualistic way of detonating things, likes wearing beautiful clothes and enjoying the gazes of strange men, and when he sees beautiful things, he will feel a wonderful sense of joy from the bottom of his heart...

Ai Haibara clearly belongs to the category of beautiful things.

She was wearing a beautiful white yukata with beautiful cherry blossoms embroidered on it, holding a candy apple in her hand, and there was just the right amount of panic in the depths of her beautiful ice-blue eyes that came from seeing a stranger.

She embodies all the beauty of a girl of this age.

What a little guy who is loved by God, Junpei Kamei thought.

"Of course no problem. Is it a group photo?" Junpei Kamei came back to his senses and asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Haruhiko hesitated. He just realized that Haibara Ai might want to take a photo, but he didn't know how she wanted to take it.

Haruhiko looked at Haibara Ai with a questioning look.

"Just a photo together, thank you." Haibara Ai bowed obediently.

Then she pulled Haruhiko's sleeve and chose an open place to stand. Behind them was the towering Suzuki Building.

In the distant night sky, colorful fireworks rose into the sky and exploded. The brilliant light made Haibara Ai's profile look particularly charming.

Junpei Kamei selected the shooting angle and gestured with his hand: "It's time to shoot."

The moment the shutter clicks.

Haibara Ai took the initiative to hold Haruhiko's hand.

Her little hands were soft and her palms were damp with sweat.

And when Junpei Kamei put down the camera, Haibara Ai pulled her hand away from Haruhiko again, and her guilty reaction seemed as if she had just done something very bold.

Haruhiko was a little confused.

Just now at the festival, he was worried that Haibara Ai would get lost, so he held her little hand.

Although Haibara Ai said words of thanks like "bastard, pervert, loser" at that time, it seemed that her reaction was not as big as it is now.

Which link is the problem?

Haruhiko thought about it for a long time, and suddenly realized, could it be because the hand-holding was recorded in the photo?

When they held hands at the festival before, Haibara Ai's personality was such that she would easily deny it, but this time it was recorded in the photo and there was no way she could deny it unless she tore up the photo.

But seeing how she looked at the film in Junpei Kamei's hand with anticipation, it seemed that she was not in a position to tear up the photos.

Just as I was thinking about it, Junpei Kamei had already taken out the film and handed it to Haruhiko.

Haruhiko originally wanted to give the other party some compensation, at least give him the money for the film. He felt embarrassed to ask him to help take pictures.

But the elder brother in front of him, who looked a bit delicate, said seriously: Being able to take a picture of such a cute girl is more valuable to him than any reward.

If it weren't for the purity in the other person's eyes when he spoke without any filth, Haruhiko would definitely think that this guy had some strange evil thoughts about Haibara Ai.

After thanking you again.

Haruhiko and Haibara Ai walked along the path towards the shrine on the top of the mountain.

Huiyuan Ai's small wooden clogs made a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground, and her white ankles were faintly visible under the hem of her yukata. She fiddled with the roll of film in her hand and said, "That uncle is really nice, but a little weird."

"You mean he might have a problem with his sexual orientation?" Haruhiko ruffled her hair. "Don't look at others with tinted glasses."

"I'm not that superficial." Huiyuan Ai glared at him, "It's you who are suspicious."

"What's wrong with me? I don't have the idea of ​​discriminating against others. Besides, that uncle is a nice person." Haruhiko spread his hands.

"Really?"

In order to convince Haibara Ai, Haruhiko looked directly into her eyes and said seriously, "I think any strange habit, as long as it doesn't affect other people, can be understood and accepted, right?"

There was silence for a moment.

Ai Huihara held the small bag in her hands and shielded it against her chest. She took a step back and said, "Is it really appropriate for you to say such things to someone like me, who only has the body of an elementary school student? You bastard pervert!"

"Hey, that's not what I meant!"

Huiyuan Ai still looked alert: "Why do I feel like you are testing my bottom line? If I agree just now, are you going to start the next plan?"

"There's no plan for the next step at all." Haruhiko stepped forward to explain.

Haibara Ai turned and ran.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the trees on both sides of the road rustled.

Only then did Haruhiko realize that the road leading to the shrine was lined with trees, swaying in the wind, like natural guards, observing the humans who came to worship.

At the end of the path was a red torii gate. The stone steps leading to the shrine were covered with green moss. A cat stood at the top of the steps and looked back at them.

The two walked through the torii gate side by side, and an ancient atmosphere hit them in the face.

There is no need to elaborate on the process of praying, as every temple and shrine is similar.

However, a small incident occurred when asking for the omikuji.

When Haibara Ai saw the lot she drew, a very complicated expression appeared on her face.

That's more than just the expression you should have when you draw a bad lot.

Haruhiko asked her what lot she drew, but she refused to tell him.

Ai Huihara folded the fortune paper and put it into a small purse, hung it around her neck, and walked down the mountain.

His expression didn't seem as cheerful as when he first came.

This made Haruhiko a little worried, and he was very curious about what was written on the stick.

The two took a different route down the mountain.

It was only when Haruhiko reached the top of the mountain that he realized there were several paths leading to the shrine from the foot of the mountain. He wondered if this design had any meaning.

Haibara Ai said that this was a local custom and Haruhiko didn't understand even after explaining a lot.

Because the distance was not far, the two walked along the road towards the hotel.

Ai said she was going to the amusement park with Ayumi and the others tomorrow, so she had to go to bed early. But as they walked, Haruhiko noticed that Ai was walking slower and slower.

"What's wrong with you?" Haruhiko asked in confusion.

"I'm tired." Haibara Ai turned her head and looked at the street lights in the distance.

Her eyes were evasive when she spoke, which made Haruhiko feel that things were not as simple as she said.

He looked up and down at Haibara Ai for a long time and found that the posture of her small feet in wooden clogs was a little awkward.

Haruhiko sighed and squatted in front of her.

"What...what do you want to do?" Haibara Ai's voice sounded a little panicked as she dodged backwards.

Haruhiko grabbed her ankle to prevent her from running away.

Then he took her white little feet out of the clogs and held them in his hands.

A closer look revealed that red marks had been rubbed onto the backs of her fair feet, and her small toes, as small as nutmeg beans, were curled up together, indicating that she was extremely shy.

"You, you are crazy. This is on the street. Let me go." Huibara said angrily and shyly, struggling to pull her feet out of Haruhiko's hands.

"Don't move." Haruhiko gently scraped the soles of her feet with his fingers. "It's almost rubbed raw. It's a shame you managed to hold on until now."

Haibara Ai's body softened by the sudden attack, and with one of her feet held in Haruhiko's hand, she lost her balance and subconsciously placed her hand on the back of Haruhiko's head for support.

Haruhiko was holding Haibara Ai's little feet, observing the injuries on her feet, wondering whether he should go to the pharmacy to buy some ointment to apply.

A force of neither too great nor too small suddenly pressed down on his head.

then--

Bo~
Haruhiko's mouth and the white little feet in his hand came into close contact.

Haruhiko didn't expect that the skin on Haibara Ai's feet was so tender and delicate that it seemed as if it could be blown away. The soft touch made his lips sink into it the moment it touched.

Then, a strong milky aroma penetrated into Haruhiko's nose, giving him the illusion that he was holding a large piece of milk-flavored jelly in his hand.

Time seemed to stand still.

A few seconds passed.

Haruhiko let go of his hand and wiped his mouth in disgust: "What are you doing? That's disgusting."

Huihara Ai didn't say anything.

She stared at the saliva on the back of her feet in a daze.

I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was actually... forcefully kissed by this guy on the street.

Even though it's a foot, that's not okay...

And Haibara Ai always felt that if this guy had to choose between lips and feet, he would most likely give up lips.

"I, I didn't mean it. Who told you to grab my feet suddenly?" Huibara blushed with shame and said in a low voice.

Haruhiko shrugged: "I just wanted to see the injury on your foot. Who told you to be so stubborn?"

Haibara Ai fell silent.

Logically speaking, there seems to be nothing wrong with what Haruhiko said.

Haruhiko continued, "Can you still walk like this? Don't be so stubborn. If you get hurt, you won't be able to go to the amusement park with Ayumi tomorrow."

Huiyuan Ai lowered her head and stared at her toes: "I know, let's call a taxi to go back."

Haruhiko nodded and stood by the roadside to stop a car.

I don’t know if it was bad luck, but I didn’t find a taxi for half a day.

Haruhiko had no choice but to go back to Haibara Ai, who was hugging his shoulders, and carried her towards the hotel.

Haibara Ai was naturally unwilling, but there was no better way at the moment, so she had to do this.

Haibara Ai was very light, almost weightless, like a kitten lying on his back.

But perhaps because both of them were not wearing much, Haruhiko could clearly feel that the rhythm of her breathing was much more rapid than usual.

"To be honest, I was quite afraid to come to the shrine to pray before." Haibara Ai broke the silence, perhaps trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"why?"

Huiyuan Ai: "Because I always came here with my sister before, and this time I suddenly became alone, I was afraid that my emotions would be overwhelmed."

Haruhiko thought, "Am I not a human being?" But she was remembering her sister, so he should not ruin the atmosphere.

Huiyuan Ai continued, "I didn't expect that after coming here, I didn't feel the kind of grief that comes from seeing the scene. Do you think I'm a cold-blooded woman?"

Haruhiko felt that her sudden pessimism might be related to the content of the fortune slip.

He could only continue to comfort Haibara Ai, but the effect was not very good.

As we were chatting, a cherry blossom tunnel suddenly appeared in front of us.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the tunnel where I fought against the Yakuza with Sato Miwako.

No wonder Haruhiko always felt that this road looked familiar. It turned out that he had just walked it a few days ago.

At this time, Haibara Ai also discovered the cherry blossom tunnel, and she immediately thought of the rumor that Conan had told her - people who walk through the cherry blossom tunnel together can grow old together.

Haibara Ai's little face turned red all of a sudden, and she buried her face in Haruhiko's shoulder and pretended to sleep to ease the embarrassment.

But after a while, Haibara Ai seemed to be too tired and actually fell asleep.

Haruhiko felt the gentle touch on his back and slowly calmed down.

He slowed down his pace, not wanting to wake up Haibara Ai.

...

When we returned to the hotel, Haibara Ai had not woken up yet.

She must be exhausted after a whole day of hard work.

Haruhiko carried Haibara Ai directly to the room on the second floor, gently placed her on the bed, and pulled the quilt over her belly to prevent her from catching a cold.

Of course, I didn't take off my clothes, but the material of this yukata is relatively soft and close-fitting, so I guess it wouldn't be too uncomfortable to sleep in it.

Before leaving, Haruhiko was afraid that the air in the room would be stuffy, so he opened the window a little to facilitate ventilation.

Looking at Haibara Ai lying on the bed with a sweet smile on her face, Haruhiko turned off the lights in the room and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Haruhiko's eyes fell on her slightly rising and falling chest.

What exactly is the content of that fortune slip?

Haruhiko recalled the strange expression on Haibara Ai's face when she saw the fortune stick.

What could have caused her to show such a strange expression? Will it affect the subsequent plan to fight against the Black Organization?
Haruhiko was a little worried.

He decided to look at the contents of the lot and then comfort Haibara Ai in a targeted manner.

Haruhiko came to the bed and sat down.

Haruhiko reached out to the red string around her neck and gently pulled it, trying to pull out the small purse.

Unexpectedly, it got stuck in the collar and couldn't get out.

He was afraid that pulling hard would wake up Haibara Ai, so he stretched out his fingers and tried to pull open the collar of her yukata.

at this time--

Huibara Ai woke up.

Her eyes fell on Haruhiko's hand, and her yukata was pulled open a little on her chest, revealing a piece of snow-white.

Haibara Ai's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Haruhiko was also a little embarrassed.

He withdrew his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "I think I can try to explain it."

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(End of this chapter)