bayedsolid Chapter 225 Young Death
Chapter 225 Young Death
Miyano Shiho was heartbroken that the artist she liked was her experimental subject, while over there, Furuya Rei and Xila were blocked by people before they could even leave the theater.
Blocking him was a beautiful lady who was wearing an elegant dress and exquisite makeup, giving off a unique temperament and charm.
Her long brown curly hair was braided into a small strand and draped over her right shoulder. She wore a black top hat on her head, her red lips were raised, and the hair on her forehead and around her ears was curled into cute little circles.
"Wow, it's really Toru. Yusaku, see, I said I could wait for him here."
The lady happily ran to a nearby street light and dragged over the elegant and intelligent man in a blue suit.
"Don't worry Yukiko, you forgot about your son."
The man's voice was filled with pampering and indulgence, causing the short boy standing not far away with his arms crossed to roll his eyes speechlessly.
Xila's cold eyes swept over the family of three. Their feet were weak, their muscles were insufficient, and there was no place to hide weapons on their bodies. They were weak children...
She concluded: there was no threat, no way it could break through her defenses and hurt her father.
Xila felt relieved. She hugged her violin case tightly and remained silent.
Kudo Yusaku approached slowly with his wife. Xila suddenly looked up at him, and Kudo Yusaku stopped three meters away from Furuya almost instinctively.
He frowned secretly, there was something wrong with this kid.
He had an inexplicable intuition that if he didn't stop, he would be stabbed.
"Hello, sorry to bother you so late." Kudo Yusaku greeted, "My name is Kudo Yusaku, this is my wife Kudo Yukiko, and my son, Kudo Shinichi."
His gaze fell on the blond young man, and his eyes flashed.
The blond violinist looked gentle, elegant, and approachable, but there was a hint of illness and fatigue between her brows.
It inexplicably reminds me of a tired bird sinking into the water. It wants to struggle but is trapped and can only gradually sink to the bottom of the water.
But when you approach to save him, your brain starts to sound alarms, and the terrifying threat makes you unable to move. It seems that the person in front of you is not the same as you, but something even more terrifying.
"This is my business card." Kudo Yu put on a stiff face and gave a friendly smile, handing over the business card. He looked elegant and polite, but his eyes were too penetrating.
Fūya Rei also forced a fake smile with a stiff face, and withdrew his gaze from the young Shinigami without a trace. He took the business card from the Shinigami's father, curled his lips and was about to speak, but suddenly turned his head away and put his fist against his mouth and started coughing. This cough made his already unhealthy lips even paler, and his body became shaky.
Kudo Yukiko said worriedly: "Toru, are you feeling unwell? Our car is not far away and can take you to the hospital."
Xila stared at her father intently, very worried about his health, and also had to spare a little attention to pay attention to the family of three.
"Your daddy doesn't look well." Little Kudo Shinichi came over and said to the little girl with a worried look on his face.
Xila corrected him seriously: "Father, it's Father."
Kudo Shinichi glanced at the blond young man quietly and said sincerely, "...But he looks really sweet, like honey, that, that..."
The little boy searched his vocabulary, his eyes lit up, and he said, "sugar daddy, honey daddy, sweet daddy."
Xila took two steps away in disgust and stated in a tone that brooked no refusal, "It's Father."
Kudo Shinichi seemed to be lost in thought. The cute little girl didn't call him "daddy" in a sweet tone, but "father" in a more majestic and solemn tone.
Is the relationship between father and daughter bad?
The adults' conversation continued. Furuya Rei took the time to give Xila a soothing smile, easing the tightness in his chest. He shook his head and rejected Yukiko's proposal: "This is an old problem of mine. It's okay."
He glanced at the black-haired boy, forced himself to stop running away, and kept comforting himself in his heart.
It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. He is now Kudo Shinichi, not Edogawa Conan. He will have the powerful power of the god of death only after he transforms. He is in a sealed state now.
Furuya Rei, who had managed to calm himself down, looked at Kudo Kiko with a stiff smile, and said in a gentle tone with surprise, "So it's 'Sakamoto Otome'. It's a great honor to meet you."
Kudo Yukiko covered her lips and laughed, her blue eyes blinking playfully: "It turns out that Mr. Toru has also seen the TV series I participated in. I should say I am honored."
"Ms. Yukiko, you are too modest. You are so talented and your acting skills are superb. I admire you very much." Furuya Rei said politely in a gentle voice.
Kudo Shinichi didn't like meaningless small talk between adults. He took small steps to Xila's side, looked at the blonde girl, then glanced at the blonde young man, his brows knotted.
"That's not right. Uncle Toru is in poor health, but you have no problem holding the guitar. Judging from your posture and demeanor, this guitar, which is very heavy for Uncle Toru, is effortless for you."
"But your strength doesn't match your age. Are you naturally strong?"
"Shinichi, don't be so rude." Seeing the cold light flashing in the girl's eyes, Kudo Yusaku quickly interrupted his son.
He said helplessly to Furuya Rei, "I'm really sorry, Shinichi is a little curious and didn't mean to offend."
Seeing this, Kudo Shinichi could only suppress his curiosity and apologized sincerely: "I'm very sorry, sir."
Furuya Rei's eyelashes trembled slightly, like the flapping of butterfly wings. The corners of his mouth curved softly, and his voice was graceful and elegant: "It's okay, Shinichi, this is good. Mr. Kudo has taught the child very well."
He tilted his head and coughed a few times, then smiled and said, "Ms. Yukiko, do you want an autograph?"
Kudo Yukiko said embarrassedly: "Yes, your violin music tonight is still fresh in my memory. You are really amazing."
Fūya Rei took out a card and a pen from somewhere, thought for a while, and then carefully wrote down a string of characters under the dim street light.
[Modesty and Pride are back and done with facts., The bitter and the sweet from the outside, the hard from within
——Toru]
He glanced at the black-haired boy, handed the card to Kudo Yukiko, covered his lips with his hands and coughed a few times, and said, "Excuse me, I'm not feeling well, so I'll leave first."
Kudo Yukiko said quickly, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Do you need me to take you there?"
Fūya Rei pointed to a car parked not far away and said, "Someone has come to pick you up. It's getting dark. You three should go back quickly. It's not safe at night."