He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

"It's because I don't put my heart into it. From the day I was born until now, how many times have I cooked for myself..."

Ying Sheng paused, remaining silent for a long while: "Qingzi, after spending so much time together, you should have realized by now that I'm not the same person I used to be."

Kiyoko remained silent for a long time: "Actually, I already noticed it from the very first night."

A smile appeared in her eyes, but Ying Sheng clearly felt a slight chill on the back of his hand.

"I'm not just talking about amnesia."

"That's not what I meant."

“That morning, after I killed those two people, I originally planned never to come back, and I didn’t even want to inherit the name ‘Shuiyue Yingsheng’. I had no connection with this place, and even if the police came looking for me, I could just leave and live in a country that I was more familiar with.”

“I knew you weren’t planning to come back, and I was actually secretly watching you back then.”

"The little mirror on the wind chime on the flower stand, right?"

Did you notice it back then?

"Yes, but I don't care. You were probably peeking at me through the peephole when I left, right? I only had one thought at the time: I had to hurry. If this guy called the police, that would be a real problem."

"But you came back in the end."

"Because I was about to die at that time, and I had nowhere to go, I simply didn't want to cause trouble for the police."

"But you didn't leave after that."

"Because of you, Kiyoko, because you are here."

Ying Sheng sighed softly, a thousand words swirling in his throat, but ultimately he remained silent.

In this dim and tranquil world, silence lingered for a long time, and the sunlight streaming through the curtains grew increasingly intense. They embraced each other quietly for just as long.

at last,

"Are you two lovers?" Hotaru asked.

“Not really,” Kiyoko said.

"I'm sorry, but the moment I woke up, he was already completely dead and would never come back."

Kiyoko's soft, boneless body trembled slightly, and her voice also trembled a little:

"Not even a single crumb?"

"sorry, we do not have that."

Even language, a procedural memory that is almost instinctive, was not inherited by Ying Sheng.

He can speak Japanese because Tian Shu already knew it.

To be honest, he liked the feeling.

It would be even better if he didn't need a body to reside in, and could still have his original body.

However, for others who originally cared about Shuiyue Yingsheng, this was undoubtedly unfortunate news.

The person they knew had completely disappeared, and what had revived in his body was a consciousness that came from nowhere and might not even be considered human.

Fortunately, the only person who truly cares about "Shuiyue Yingsheng" and this concept is probably Xuesong Qingzi.

Ying Sheng discovered this matter quite early. Although Qing Zi was intelligent, she could not compare to him, who had received professional training since childhood.

But again, he doesn't care.

Moreover, because Kiyoko had been consistently providing him with affection, he originally thought that Kiyoko didn't care.

Regardless of origins or life story, as long as they click on the same wavelength, it's a love that transcends life and death, even if it's just for one night, even if they'll be fighting each other the next day.

Wasn't it always like this in the world before him?

However, the longer they spent together and the more they understood the world, the more Tian Shu's consciousness was eroded.

He realized that Kiyoko couldn't possibly be indifferent.

Especially these days, after they started living together.

Although, apart from this morning, Hotaru spends no more than three hours a day at the Ian apartment.

But a certain feeling just feels different.

Perhaps due to the fatigue of the past few days, that feeling reached its peak last night, and because of a sleepless night with sweet dreams, it has continued until now.

Then, Hotaru hugged Kiyoko.

Kiyoko murmured softly, "No...?"

Chapter 243 Kiyoko's Mask and Confession!

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Kiyoko's voice was exceptionally distant, as if one could hear faint chanting from a monastery at the foot of a mountain shrouded in thick fog.

Devout believers sat below the sermon hall, listening to the gentle voices in their ears.

That lingering desire, which could not be fulfilled, gradually subsided, transforming into liberation and relief.

Her body shifted slightly.

Ying Sheng immediately released her.

Kiyoko shook her head and smiled, "Actually, I don't care that much. If we're talking about getting to know each other, it really started after that night."

The things that happened before were just like what you tested before; it was nothing more than sharing the same fate, nothing more than lambs in the same cage, merely silently watching.

It's normal to feel close to someone you consider to be like yourself, just like your deskmate or childhood friend – it's a recency effect.

And what's even more ridiculous is that we had no choice.

But when it comes to actually getting to know each other, they are too cautious and dare not get close at all.

We looked at each other, yet we both longed for the outside world, a freer world.

But we only have each other, each other in our eyes.

"Firefly, tell me, is this love?"

Ying Sheng sighed softly: "Yes, this is love, the most genuine love."

Love, after all, is just a concept, not a tangible material existence.

Its definition is actually very broad.

But Ying Sheng thought that even if its restrictions were very strict, the vague feelings between the two could still be roughly judged as love.

Ying Sheng asked, "If he hadn't died, what would the future have been like?"

"Who knows."

Kiyoko turned her head to look at the balcony, but all she could see was a dim light. The surrounding light was obviously very bright, but the more bright the light was, the dimmer the view became.

Ying Sheng immediately walked to the balcony, wanting to pull back the curtains so that her view would be unobstructed.

But Kiyoko pulled him back and whispered:

"That would be too glaring."

Hotaru was silent for a few moments: "Is it a murder exchange? You already bought insurance for Masato Yukimatsu before I woke up, you should be able to do it."

Kiyoko nodded, then shook her head.

She continued to look towards the balcony, a smile playing on her lips, but her eyes remained remarkably calm.

"I have had that thought, but ten thousand times more often, I have stood on the balcony railing, waiting for the breeze to carry the fragrance of flowers, and then leaving with it."

Ying Sheng also looked towards the balcony, and after a moment, slapped his forehead in annoyance: "Wisteria? When the flowers bloom, will death lead your souls away?"

Kiyoko smiled and nodded.

"Oh my god!"

Ying Sheng sighed, "You know what? I always thought you liked it. After deducing from some details that the flower stand might have been made by you, I became more and more certain, and I also thought that it matched your temperament very well."

Kiyoko shook her head: "I do like it quite a bit, otherwise why would I have made it my messenger?"

"It's different, isn't it? You prefer the shadow of death. Sigh, I should change it."

Ying Sheng pondered, "Should I really switch to ivy?"

"Nothing's different. Hotaru, you like it too, don't you? By the way, what detail are you referring to?"

Kiyoko asked curiously.

“Your swing is made of wood, and there are still marks from the break, cable ties, and pencil marks left from the cutting.” Ying Sheng tapped his head. “I’m sorry, but a lot of what I’ve said to you all this time wasn’t for pure purposes.”

"You're really impressive. I thought I was hiding my true feelings well, but in your eyes, I'm quite superficial."

That's enough.

"So why not continue pretending? And since... the day I moved?"

"The reason is the same as what I said the night before last: I want you to know the real me."

Ying Sheng walked to the wall, turned on the light, and with one switch, the pale incandescent light turned into a soft, warm yellow.

"Does this make it clearer? Besides, I think it might not be necessary."

Ying Sheng touched her cheek and smiled slightly: "This body has provided me with many conveniences, but to be honest, I don't really care too much. What kind of person Shuiyue Ying Sheng was before is completely irrelevant, since I am a different person now."

Kiyoko sighed softly, "Is it really okay to say these things in front of me? Aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"

“That’s just who I am. I always trust my own judgment.” Ying Sheng’s lips curled slightly. “For example, what you said just now wasn’t entirely true.”

Kiyoko's eyes flickered slightly: "Really? How come I didn't know?"

"Ha, if you and Shuiyue Yingsheng had already made a suicide pact, then why did he die?"

Ying Sheng looked around the room. Under the warm yellow light, all the sharp edges of the furniture were smoothed out, making it look rounded and cozy.

"Have you found the problem?" he asked.

Kiyoko glanced around and shook her head: "I don't understand what you mean."

Ying Sheng said, "This is just an ordinary family home. There's no laboratory or experimental equipment. I saw your house when you moved, and it had nothing there either. Of course, we can use outside laboratories as guinea pigs, but Shuiyue Ying Sheng died at home."