Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 243 Kiyoko's Mask and Confession!

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

Kiyoko's voice seemed so distant, as if one could hear the faint chanting in a monastery at the foot of a foggy mountain.

The devout believers sat under the preaching hall, listening to the gentle voice in their ears.

The desire that could not be obtained finally gradually subsided and turned into liberation and relief.

Her body moved slightly.

Yingsheng immediately let her go.

Qingzi shook her head and smiled: "Actually, I don't care that much. If we talk about my contact with you, it was only after that night that I really started.

What happened in the past was just the same as what you had tried before, it was just sympathy, just lambs in the same cage, just watching silently.

It's normal to feel that the other person is of the same kind and have a sense of closeness, just like the desk mate you mentioned, and the childhood sweetheart, it's the recency effect.

What's even more ridiculous is that we have no choice.

But when it comes to really getting along with each other, we don't dare to get close at all because of an inexplicable cautiousness.

We looked at each other, but we were all looking forward to the outside world, a freer world.

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

Firefly, you tell me, is this love?

Yingsheng sighed softly: "Yes, of course this is love, the most real love."

After all, love is just a concept, not a real material existence.

Its definition is actually very broad.

But Yingsheng thought that no matter how strict its restrictions were, the vague feelings between the two people could generally be judged as love.

Yingsheng asked: "If he hadn't died, what would the future be like?"

"Who knows."

Qingzi turned her head to look at the balcony, but all she saw was darkness. The light around her was of course exceptionally bright, but the more so, the darker she saw became.

Yingsheng immediately walked towards the balcony and wanted to draw open the curtains so that her view was unobstructed.

But Qingzi held him back and whispered:

"That would be too glaring."

Yingsheng was silent for a few breaths: "Is it an exchange of killings? Before I woke up, you had already bought insurance for Xuesong Zhengren, you should be able to do it."

Qingzi nodded, then shook her head.

She was still looking towards the balcony, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were extremely indifferent.

"I have had such thoughts, but what I have thought ten thousand times more often is standing on the balcony railing, waiting for the breeze to bring the fragrance of flowers, and then leaving with it."

Yingsheng also looked towards the balcony. After a moment, he slapped his forehead in annoyance: "Wisteria? When the flowers bloom, will the god of death lead your souls away?"

Qingzi smiled and nodded.

“Oh my god!”

Ying Chang sighed: "You know, I always thought you liked it. After inferring from some details that the flower stand might be made by you, I became more and more certain, and I also thought that it matched your temperament very well."

Qingzi shook her head: "I really like it, otherwise why would I let it be my messenger."

"It's different, you like the shadow of death more. Alas, I should change it."

Yingsheng thought, what about changing it to Ivy?
"Nothing is different. Don't you like it too, Hotaru? By the way, what details are you talking about?"

Qingzi asked curiously. "Your swing is made of wood, and there are traces of fractures, cable ties, and pencil marks from cutting." Yingsheng knocked his head, "I'm sorry, many of the things I said to you all along actually had ulterior motives."

"You are really amazing. I thought I disguised myself very well, but in your eyes, I am really superficial."

"That will be enough."

"So why not just keep pretending? And start from the day... I move?"

"For the same reason I said the night before last, I want you to get to know the real me."

Yingsheng walked to the wall and turned on the light. After switching it on and off once, the pale incandescent light turned into a soft warm yellow.

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

Yingsheng stroked his cheek and smiled: "This skin provides me with many conveniences, but to be honest, I don't really care. It doesn't matter what kind of person Shuiyue Yingsheng was before, I am a different person anyway."

Qingzi sighed softly: "Is it really okay to say this in front of me? You are a little too arrogant."

"That's who I am. I always trust my own judgment." Yingsheng smiled slightly, "For example, what you said just now was not entirely true."

Qingzi's eyes flickered: "Really? How come I didn't know that?"

"Heh, if you had agreed to commit suicide with Mizuki Hotaru, then why did he die?"

Yingsheng looked around the room. Under the warm yellow light, the edges and corners of all the furniture were smoothed out, making it look round and cozy.

"Did you find the problem?" he asked.

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

Yingsheng said, "This is an extremely ordinary family. There is no laboratory or experimental equipment. When you moved, I also looked at your house and there was nothing there either. Of course, we can be guinea pigs in a laboratory outside, but when Shuiyue Yingsheng died, he was at home."

He pointed to the chandelier on the ceiling and emphasized: "And in a home with lights like this on."

"What does this mean?" Qingzi asked.

Yingsheng said: "Emotional outbursts are never without reason. There must always be a trigger. I didn't care about it before and never thought about it. But now when I need it, combined with what you said before, the answer has emerged by itself."

"what is the answer?"

"Do I have to be so clear? Kiyoko, you bought insurance for Xuesong Masato, but what about me? Have I bought insurance for the Shuiyue couple?"

"No, you can go to the insurance company to investigate."

"Yes, because Shuiyue Yingsheng had already died when he was about to buy insurance for them."

Qingzi was silent.

Yingsheng laughed: "That's when the insurance company called Shuiyue Yingsheng, right? Or to be more precise, did they call those two people's phones directly?

This is probably the tipping point.

It doesn't matter who started it first, things are like this now.

Why did the call come at that time?
Has anyone ever transferred here?
Just to force him to make a choice?

As for the evidence…

Oh, Qingzi, do you really want me to go find it?"

For a moment, Qingzi's face looked like she was wearing a mask of ice and snow.

But in just a moment, the ice and snow melted away, springs flowed, and flowers bloomed:
"Hina, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you?"

Yingsheng shook his head and took out his phone: "It's too troublesome to do it myself, let's order delivery..."

Buzz buzz buzz—!
The cell phone rings.

(End of this chapter)