Chapter 221 They shouldn’t be cursed to death by this sentence
Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 221: They should not be cursed to death by this sentence
As a ski resort, Appi Kogen Ski Resort has hot springs that are indispensable for hotels here.
After skiing, a comfortable soak in a hot spring can not only relieve muscle soreness, but also warm the body and eliminate the fatigue of the day.
Fujiwara Yu, who was exhausted physically and mentally due to his busy work, the first thing he did after returning to the hotel was to take a bathrobe and toiletries and go to the hotel's men's bath changing room. He put on his slippers and went to the bathing area to take a shower before leaving.
Enter the hot spring pool.
Maybe it was dinner time, but there weren't many people coming to the men's bath for a hot spring bath. Fujiwara Yu, who was leaning alone by the pool, felt like he was being reserved, but this kind of alone time was broken within two minutes.
I saw an unknown black object exploded into the hot spring pool like a sugar-coated cannonball. The splashing hot spring water directly hit Fujiwara and faced the flushing method of washing his face. His hair, which was almost dry, became wet again.
"Hattori you..."
"Haha, I really want to take a hot spring bath after skiing. It's so comfortable!"
Fujiwara Yu stared at Hattori Heiji performing backstroke in the hot spring with his half-moon eyes, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: He said that he was a mature junior high school student, but he was still a childlike kid after doing it for a long time.
He thought of the information he had learned when he returned to the hotel, turned to look at Hattori, and said jokingly:
"Hattori, I just asked for the name of that junior high school student. Do you want to know?"
"not interested."
Hattori Heiji curled his lips in disinterest, but the way he immediately stopped backstroke and looked serious betrayed his true inner thoughts. He still cared about the junior high school student very much, and even recognized him as his own in his heart.
Competitors in reasoning.
"Oh, I won't tell you then."
Hattori Heiji didn't expect Takaji-san to give up like this. Shouldn't a normal person ask again? Why didn't he ask again? He coughed twice in embarrassment and asked tactfully:
"Is he famous in Guandong? How can you find out just by asking?"
"Well, he is quite famous in school, but the famous place is not reasoning, but football." Fujiwara Yu recalled what the girl said, as if Kudo Shinichi was the center of the school football team, he looked at Hattori and teased
He said: "The situation is quite similar to yours. The reason why I am famous in school is the way of kendo."
Hattori Heiji's face inevitably showed a little pride when he heard the second half of the sentence. He still couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked directly:
"Brother Yingji, please stop being pretentious and just tell him his name."
To treat him as an opponent, of course you need to know his name.
"Who said you were not interested just now?" Fujiwara Yu saw that Hattori was a little anxious. He did not continue to tease the child and said bluntly: "His name is Kudo Shinichi. He is determined to become Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era. You
Come on, Hattori."
"Tch, what's so big about this? I just need to be Conan Doyle!"
Conan.
When he heard the first two words, Fujiwara Yu was slightly startled, obviously thinking of the "Edogawa Conan" who had not been found until now.
When he thought of this name, he wondered why he had no news at all after he had been looking for it for so long. He even wondered if Eliadona had given him a false clue.
Fujiwara Yu didn't understand why Hattori Heiji wanted to become Conan Doyle, because he had previously learned that his favorite writer was Ellery Queen, so he casually asked:
"Why Conan Doyle?"
"Because Conan Doyle is Sherlock Holmes's father! Hehe!"
"..."
Fujiwara Yu rolled his eyes speechlessly. He never thought that Hattori would want to be the father of someone of his own age. Boys in adolescence nowadays are really weird. They always want to be other people's fathers. Who knows where this hobby came from?
As time went by, more and more people came to bathe in the bath after dinner. Fujiwara Yu, who had always been mysophobic and did not like to be crowded in the same pool with strangers, also left early, and did not forget to take a shower again before leaving.
When he dried his hair and walked out of the dressing room, he saw Hattori Heiji standing next to the vending machine, already drinking cold milk from a glass bottle - sometimes he really wanted to sigh, the Japanese
The stomach is really good at this time.
If your stomach is sensitive, you should go to the toilet to report it.
Fujiwara Yu reached out and took the cold milk from Hattori Heiji, and drank it slowly in small sips. After all, if you don't drink milk in a glass bottle after soaking in a hot spring, you haven't soaked in it, just like eating fried chicken without a carbonated drink is like eating in vain.
.
Of course, this is a myth without any scientific basis.
"Takaji-nii, can I share a room with you tonight? The school has arranged a dormitory. Those guys will snore at night and can't sleep at all." Hattori Heiji said and shook the empty milk bottle in his hand.
, as if I have already invited you to drink milk, and as a courtesy, you should take me in for one night.
During these days in Osaka, Fujiwara Yu has been staying at Hattori's house, so naturally he will not refuse such a small thing. Besides, he is indeed on vacation today, and the intelligence gathering aspect has been arranged for White to handle, so there is nothing wrong with it.
It would be convenient for Hattori to live in the same room with him.
To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates, switch sources, read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]
After Yu Fujiwara put the empty milk bottle in the recycling area, he took out the old-fashioned door lock key from the bamboo basket where his belongings were placed. He didn't know if it was a "professional habit". He always felt that the security measures of Japanese hotels were very poor.
He can pick it open within five seconds of planting the lock.
"Then I will reluctantly take you in for one day."
"Hey, Takaji-san, tell me your story in the police academy tonight. My dad said you graduated from Tottori Prefecture Police Academy? How did you go to Tottori Prefecture to attend the police academy in the first place?
, wouldn’t it be better to be in Osaka or Tokyo or something like that?”
Fujiwara Yu crossed his arms and walked forward. After hearing these words, he cursed in his heart: I'm so sorry, I've never been to the Tottori Prefecture Police Academy... It's all that old fox Toru Izumiya's rationalization for the sake of filing.
, a local police academy was specially selected to fake it.
As he opened the door to the hotel room, he answered with the words he had prepared:
"At that time, I had a friend who was at the Tottori Prefecture Police Academy, so I ran there. As for the life in the police academy, I have no memory of it. I am just a bit more tired than when you were in school, and the instructors were a bit stricter."
"How could you not be impressed? Don't you have any friends in the police academy, Takaji-san? That's not right. Didn't you go to the police academy with someone you know?" Hattori Heiji raised his eyebrows in confusion. He said to the police academy
He was still yearning for it, so he was curious about what happened inside. He had heard from Officer Otaki before that there were two murders at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Police Academy in the past few years. It was said that the murders were solved by students at the police academy.
Fujiwara Yu doesn't want to recall his life in the police academy. Those memories are too beautiful, so he doesn't want to touch them easily. Moreover, he is not good at lying. If he fabricates too many lies, there will be flaws. It is safer to tell less.
He opened the closet, took out the bedding and threw it on the tatami, saying in a stiff tone:
"died."
"ah?"
"My friend from the same school as me is dead."
Hattori Heiji couldn't help being stunned when he heard this. He realized that he had said the wrong thing and was at a loss. He could only touch the tip of his nose and said with a smile:
"Ah...Brother Yingji, I suddenly remembered that guy He Ye asked me to come over. I'll go take a look and come back later. Remember to leave the door open for me!"
"Um."
Fujiwara Yuu looked at Hattori Heiji who was running away in a panic with a dull expression. After he carefully laid out the bedding, he felt that what he just said was a bit unlucky - they should not be cursed to death by these words.
But the g he set up never worked, so that was fine.
He sat next to the quilt and lowered his head. His fingertips were buried in his hair and he continued to cover his head.
When this kid mentioned it, I felt a little nostalgic for the ordinary life in the past.
Since graduating from the police academy, he has never really relaxed.
This road is too difficult to walk. I really don’t know how those two guys persisted living in that kind of place.