Detective Conan's Scarlet Miracle

Chapter 800 The Graveyard
Three or four o'clock in the morning is the coldest time of the day in Tokyo. The wind cut across the cheeks like a knife, and forced people who wanted to get up at night to go back to bed.

In this kind of weather and temperature, going to the cemetery, which is already full of yin and qi, is not a choice that ordinary people can make. Chris rubbed his hands, exhaled, and stomped his feet regardless of his image.

"It's so cold, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"Come and see my father."

Fei Linai was wrapped in a white scarf in front of her. When she was speaking, a wisp of white mist appeared around her mouth, and quickly disappeared into the air.

Driving back to Tokyo overnight from Kyoto is a very labor-intensive task. Of course, Chris is unwilling to let this street killer touch the steering wheel before he gets his driver's license. sleepy.

Father could watch it anytime, why did he choose this time?
The lack of sleep prevented Chris from reacting for a while. The father of Fei Linai, the Asano Guiyu who caused the entire organization to suffer a big loss 15 years ago, died at the hands of Kurosawa Jin, and his body has not been seen for 15 years.

When she suddenly understood what Fei Linai said, the latter had already walked to a tomb, stretched out his fingertips that were already red from the cold, and touched the cold tombstone.

The tombstone has been refurbished, and Zhu Fu Jingguang's name has been painted with a layer of red paint, which is brand new and unusual.

The organization was destroyed, and all the police officers who died for it were commended. A few years ago, only Ferina came to express condolences. White daisies were piled up in front of the lonely tombstone, a piece of holy white, which looked very pleasing.

Zhu Fu was buried by Fei Linai and Jiang Gu. On the day of the funeral, the two hid behind a tree, suppressing their inner impulses in their blood.

After four years, Fei Linai can finally see this old friend who warmed her up when she was most helpless.

To be more realistic, when she first joined the organization, no matter who could give her hope for the future, she would confide in her heart without hesitation.Zhu Fu Jingguang almost became her choice.

At that time, it didn't even have to be Kurosawa Jin. Ferina was like a drowning person desperate for straws. If the timing was right, even vodka might become her reliance.

But now she must have him.

Fei Linai exhaled another breath of white mist, and muttered to herself: "Brother, I will come to see you some other day."

"Who are you talking about?" Chris felt that his ears were not good, otherwise he couldn't hear what Ferina said.

Fei Linai shook her head, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, come and help."

"What?"

Chris still felt cold, shrugged his shoulders, walked to the side of Fei Linai, and happened to see a pile of white gravel next to Zhu Fu Jingguang's tomb, which barely formed the shape of a tombstone.

Ferina replied calmly: "Dig the grave."

……

Chris raised the corners of his mouth as if he had discovered a new world, and jokingly said, "Your taste is so strong that you want to dig your father's grave?"

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Fei Linai squatted down, took the lead in removing the white stone, and pushed aside the surface soil with her bare hands, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

I hope her guess is right...

A corner of something slowly appeared, Chris quickly pulled it out, and the pupils slowly shrank.

"Eh? This is..."

Before she finished reading it carefully, she felt the girl's aura around her suddenly become agitated. After suppressing it for a long time, it turned into a strange chill. The things in her hands were taken away, and then came the voice of Fei Linai.

"There's nothing going on here."

"So fast?" Chris felt fooled, "You don't dig anymore?"

"No, but this alone won't solve the case."

Feline closed her eyes.

"Accompany me to find someone else."

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The early morning flight at Tokyo Airport is generally very deserted, with sleepy passers-by coming and going in a hurry.

The girl with short chestnut hair was carrying a suitcase, her expression was cold, her steps were leisurely, and she looked a little out of place with the people around her. She looked at the Tokyo sign slowly and whispered softly:
"I am back."

(End of this chapter)