"I'm smiling proudly~"

Guangyou walked in the direction of the office with steps that he didn't recognize.

The scene of Xiao Ai carrying his clothes into the door was vivid in his mind, which made him happy and felt that the relationship between the two had taken another step forward.

On the way back, Guangyou felt that the stars were a little brighter, and even the blue night sky became much clearer because of the presence of stars.

The stray cats that occasionally ran by also became much cuter. If it weren't for the fact that there was no cat food in his hand, Guangyou might have squatted down and fed them some cat food.

The sound of a couple quarreling over trivial matters coming from the house on the street didn't sound as unpleasant as usual for some reason, but instead sounded a little warm?

Guangyou didn't want them to quarrel like this in the future. If he wasn't careful, it would affect their relationship, which would be worth the loss.

A small quarrel, no, it would be more appropriate to say a bickering.

Bickering in life, no arguing or quarreling, and the two of them laughing heartily in the end can also play a role in enhancing their relationship.

But forget about a big quarrel, even once it leaves a gap in the relationship, no matter how insignificant the gap is.

Humming the song and returning to the office, Xiaolan was washing dishes in the kitchen, Uncle Maori was in front of the TV watching a mystery show, and Conan was sitting on the sofa playing chess with himself.

"You're back just in time, want to play chess?"

Conan raised his head and looked at Guangyou, reaching out to indicate the spot opposite him on the sofa.

"OK."

Guangyou sniffed, sat on the sofa and helped Conan lay out the chessboard.

I just have nothing to do, so it would be nice to play chess with me to stretch my brain.

After placing the chess pieces, Conan looked at the position of the chess pieces, raised his head and asked: "You are red and I am black?"

"It's up to you." Guangyou waved his hand and urged, "Let you go first."

Conan did not shirk. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and moved his soldier forward. Then he asked: "I forgot to ask before, was it you who did that thing?"

Guangyou looked at the chessboard, reached out and made a move. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "I did it."

Conan's eyes dimmed after hearing this, and after making a move, he asked in confusion: "Why?"

Guangyou's tone was very calm, his eyes were full of determination, and the force of the move seemed to be stronger: "Whether intentional or not, he should never try to put my family in danger."

After Conan heard the answer, his hand suddenly stopped in the air.

He's talking about...family?

These two light words seemed to weigh as much as a thousand kilograms, weighing heavily on Conan's heart, and those words kept lingering in his mind.

Conan heard it right. Xiaolan, Uncle Maori, Fei Yingli, all of them took care of Guangyou in their hearts.

He lived here on loan, so he was considered an outsider, but none of the Maori family regarded Guangyou as an outsider.

If there is something delicious, I will bring it to him, and if there is anything interesting, I will remember him.

Dr. Ali is like a doting grandfather who goes out camping every now and then. During these times, he could have invented some small objects to make money.

Not to mention there is a little Ai who will develop into a family member in the future.

In Guangyou's heart, although they may not be related by blood, they are no different from family members.

For a long time, or maybe in an instant, Conan's thousands of thoughts turned into a sigh, and he dropped the chess piece that he thought had not been dropped for a long time: "You shouldn't do it, he will be punished."

Guangyou nodded, neither objecting nor agreeing, but silently made the next move.

Conan looked at the chessboard and thought deeply for a moment before he made a move. His words were full of regret: "You really shouldn't have done that. Our duty is to catch the criminal. He naturally has the law to judge him."

He didn't want Guangyou to continue to do such things, he wanted to try to change Guangyou's mind.

However, Guangyou's mind was not changed so easily.

Guangyou raised his head after falling for a while, with a calm expression: "You are a detective, I am not. I have my code of conduct and bottom line. If he wants to blow up Tokyo Tower, I don't care."

"Even if he hurt 12 million people in Tokyo, my heart would not be shaken. The most I could do is catch him, cripple him and throw him into the Metropolitan Police Department."

"But now he's trying to put people who he considers family members in danger, and I can't stand that anymore."

"You can call me cold-blooded, but that's who I am."

Conan was silent, he didn't know how to answer these words for a while.

After a moment, there was something else in his eyes, and he said, "But you won't kill him."

"I heard the scene was miserable."

"It looks miserable, but it's not bad for him. He smiled at the last second, and he will always keep that smiling face. It seems to be a bit advantageous to him."

Guangyou dropped the last word with an expressionless face, then stood up and walked upstairs with his hands on his knees, leaving only a soft sentence, "General, I win."

The conversation between the two deliberately lowered the decibel level, so Xiaolan and Uncle Maori naturally did not hear it.

Conan stared at the ended chess game, shook his head, and murmured softly: "The chess game was won, but you were still wrong, and the mistake was outrageous."

"Wrong..."

....

His murmur was not heard by Guangyou who was sitting at the desk. If he heard it, he would just curl his lips in disdain.

As for regrets?

Forget it, everyone has his own values, you can't force them.

If the murderer really just wanted to harm those 12 million people, he really didn't feel anything.

Anyway, in Japan...

He also has no deep feelings for this Japanese island.

Even if the island sinks now, he doesn't care at all as long as it doesn't affect the people around him.

Guangyou knew he was wrong, but if he were asked to choose again, he would still choose the same option.

Originally, he just wanted to deal with the prisoner and then throw that person to Miwako to resolve the knot in Miwako's heart.

But that person really went too far.

At this time, a text message on his cell phone interrupted Guangyou's contemplation. He took out his cell phone and saw that it belonged to Xiao Ai.

"Come pick up the clothes tomorrow."

Guangyou smiled and replied: "Can I pack you away by the way?"

Xiao Ai's message was quickly replied: "That's a pretty idea. It's just clothes. I'll ask you to pack some lunch for tomorrow at most."

Guangyou replied: "That's not impossible, but what about tomorrow?"

"It's great if you have it. Do you still want to choose?"

This reply was immediately followed by another, "What do you want to eat?"

After reading this message, Guangyou smiled helplessly but happily, but his hands kept saying: "I want to eat you."

The reply was full of threats: "I'll give you another chance."

Guangyou tapped his chin with his finger. After thinking for a few seconds, he replied: "Can you make me a sandwich? I want it filled with peanut butter and blueberry jam."

"Um."

After seeing the reply, Guangyou put down his phone, stood up and walked to the window.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes twinkling, but his heart was full of thoughts.

Who can understand the sorrows and sorrows? How many burdens are there in this world?

What does it look like to be in a coma? It's like being in a shower of bananas.

"This poem is for myself."
Chapter completed!