Detective Conan's Cafe Owner

Chapter 243

late at night.

in the hospital.

"what is the problem?"

Conan asked.

Regarding the sudden death of the new name Ren Taro, he seemed to be very concerned, perhaps because he felt that there was something wrong behind it.

Probably a professional habit.

Although I don't know if he really thinks so, but Qingming doesn't like people who think of conspiracies whenever something happens, so he doesn't like Conan very much.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? That's fine, why did the new teacher Ren Taro... die?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, isn't it normal?"

Qingming glanced at him.

This guy really doesn't know how to read words and expressions, so he insists on being annoying here.

What does it have to do with him after all?
The meddling style of doing things really cannot be changed no matter when. Should it be said that "the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change", or "a dog can't change and eats shit" is more appropriate?

Maybe the latter.

"It's normal, but it's too sudden..."

Conan wanted to say something else.

If you want to say it clearly, he is in the mood to take care of these things, so he might as well spend more time caring about Xiaolan. Thinking about it, I really feel a little worthless for Xiaolan.

But what should I say...

Qingming scratched his head.

He also doesn't know much about love and love.

And when it came to this, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to care much about Azusa Enomoto and Naoko Takei.

Azusa Enomoto is okay.

Naoko Takeu's words were purely to go and meet whenever he thought of it. Fortunately, she was a simple girl who could compete with Xiaolan.

I really owe a lot.

"Um……"

Qingming frowned.

owe?

When will he have such redundant thoughts?

It's all right.

And if you really want to say it, he owes the most...

"Hey, Qingming, are you listening to me? Qingming? Wake up, it's dawn, hello..."

"What are you shouting about? No loud noises are allowed in the hospital."

"..."

"Primary school student, go about your business. There are thousands of things that happen every day, and you can't control them."

Qingming waved his hand impatiently.

Obviously, he didn't want to say anything to Conan.

It has been like this from the beginning, and his relationship with Conan is not much better. For Qingming, Conan is just an object of observation and an occasional prank.

Although it is now a cooperative relationship.

It's obviously a cooperative relationship, but Qingming really hasn't helped Conan much. It seems to be the same whether this kind of cooperative relationship exists.

It does not matter.

Although it is said that he does not know how to observe words and expressions, Conan is really not that slow, and he can still see Qingming's impatient expression.

Open your mouth.

In the end, he didn't say much.

"Then I'll go first."

Shake his head.

Turn around and leave directly.

Qingming watched his back, and soon disappeared around the corner.

A moment of silence.

Then he lay down directly on the bench, one hand under his head, the other to his mouth, and yawned.

"Ah!"

Make two meaningless syllables.

Then he looked at the white ceiling above in a daze, as if it was spotless, but behind that whiteness, it was probably full of dust.

Cleaning is just cleaning the surface.

In those dark, unnoticed corners, there is always dust and a decaying smell.

Is it the same with the human heart?

Qingming thought about it.

But for such a question, he seems to have no way to find an answer, and may even spend his entire life unable to find the answer.

So, living is really tiring.

You have to do this and that, and you have to think about this and that.

"Just build a Taoist temple and live in seclusion!"

Qingming thought so.

Then he seemed too lazy to think too much, closed his eyes, and didn't know whether he was going to sleep or to rest his mind, but he gradually calmed down anyway.

Silent night.

Another day has passed.

……

the next day.

Qingming is a friend of Xinming Xiangbaoli.

But he has nothing to do with Xin Mingjia, so Xin Ming Ren Tailang's funeral has nothing to do with him.

A little help in the hospital.

Afterwards, he left, alone, and when he returned to the coffee shop, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

Azusa Enomoto is here.

"Shopkeeper, why is it so late today?"

Come over with a smile.

Suddenly, it seemed that something was wrong, the smile on his face narrowed and turned into a puzzled look.

"What's the matter, shopkeeper, what happened?"

"Ok?"

"Well, what, you seem to be in a bad state of mind."

"Not in good spirits? How is it possible."

Qingming pouted.

He is a Taoist priest, and his mental strength is many times higher than that of ordinary people. It will not have the slightest effect if he does not sleep for a few days, let alone just a night without sleep.

And he seemed to be asleep last night.

I can't remember the exact details, anyway, even if I didn't sleep, it can be regarded as closing my eyes and resting my mind, and there won't be any bad spirits.

only……

"what?"

When Azusa Enomoto took out a mirror so that he could see himself in the mirror, he was surprised to find that the young man in the mirror looked really bad-spirited.

what happened?tired?
Qingming scratched his head.

But after all, I was too lazy to think about it and just waved my hand.

"Okay, get me something to eat."

"Oh."

Azusa Enomoto nodded.

She didn't ask too much, anyway, she couldn't control Qingming's affairs.

And if Qingming wants to say something, she will tell her without asking Qingming, if Qingming doesn't want to say it, then it's useless to ask, and it's impossible for her to force Qingming to speak.

She is neither a witch nor a Taoist priest, nor is she a person with superpowers. How can Qingming admit defeat.

Qingming made it to the counter.

for a long time.

Azusa Enomoto came out with some coffee, cakes, and biscuits, and put them on the counter.

Qingming looked at her.

She is still so beautiful, the passage of time has not left the slightest trace on her...

Well, this is crap.

In this world, time is sometimes really meaningless.

After all, Qingming only came to Neon half a year ago.

Although it feels like several "half a year" has passed, so it's pointless to say that it's entangled.

"Hey, Ah Zi."

"what?"

"Xiabaoli's father passed away last night."

"Miss Xiangbaoli?"

Azusa Enomoto froze for a moment.

This incident was too sudden. Although she only knew Shinna Kabori and not Nittaro, she was still touched when she heard that a person died suddenly.

How to say that sentence, the cunning rabbit dies like a dog...

wrong.

It should be "the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and things hurt its kind".

But having said that, since I don't know each other well, I don't feel any sentimental feelings.

After a moment of stunned, he came back to his senses.

"Then Miss Xiangbaoli..."

"Ah, it's okay. She is a strong person and will come out of sadness. Don't worry."

Qingming shook her head.

He picked up the fork, placed the cake in front of him, and began to taste it.

But feel bad.

"Azi, has your craftsmanship declined? And it's tasteless."

"how is this possible."

"Hmm... well, let's not talk about this question, A Zi, when will you move to the manor?"

"..."

This time, Azusa Enomoto was not in a hurry to object.

Maybe it's under consideration.

(End of this chapter)