Conan's Helping People

Kudo Shinichi lowered his head, pinched the fingertips of the glove, and pulled it off.

Time and distance are not clear streams, but an obvious and clear dividing line.

After not seeing each other for several years, when he reached out to catch this piece of ice again, he inevitably felt strange, unpredictable and out of control.

"As a murderer, there will be people who will condemn you." Hinata stared at my grandson's wife reasonably, "but there will also be people who will be grateful to you, even if they don't know it."

My grandson is a black character. Every time he completes a task, it is basically equivalent to the loss of a life, or the destruction of a family.

If he dies, those who should have been killed by him but were not killed will survive, and they will be grateful to their indirect saviors, even if they don't know it.

But it has a premise: the life of a good person is more precious than the life of a bad person, and the lives of multiple people are more precious than the life of a single person.

This comfort is normal. Kudo Shinichi knows that any normal person can express this kind of comfort, and so can any red detective... Sorry, there are no other red detectives in Tokyo.

But is Hinata a normal person?

No.

A few years ago, Hyuga Reason was still an image of "no matter whether he is a good person or a bad person, whether he has one life or multiple lives, they are all equal objects of disregard".

Except for himself and the people he cares about, other people's lives are absolutely equal to him.

Correction, it should be 'all other lives are absolutely equal to him'. Even if the two lives in front of him are a human and a cat, Hinata will reasonably consider them to be equal.

He is only interested in the case, and his expression will only fluctuate due to the case.

If the technique of the piece is very clever, Hinata's reasonable vagina will undergo subtle changes, and there will be a slight tendency to stand up, like a snake entering a hunting state. He may not have noticed this himself, nor

I never noticed that I would sometimes smile after having sex.

That's a very, very subtle feeling.

When you think that God is just aloof, looking down at everyone coldly, and no matter how hard you try, you can't reach him, you suddenly realize that he actually cares about the world, and only you are aware of this, not even the gods themselves are aware of it.

You know him better than he knows himself, and you know his soul better than he thinks.

Before he knew it, you had already reached out and touched the depths of his soul.

This kind of thing, as long as you work harder, you can drag the god down, let him go from ignorance to taste human emotions, and be tainted with the feeling that is uniquely human...

…

So, what happened during this period that caused Hinata's reasonable concept to change?

Kudo Shinichi stared at Hinata reasonably.

After simply uttering one or two words of comfort, Hinata reasonably did not explain in depth, but as if she could confirm that my grandson, Mrs., really understood, she started to finish the work happily.

He nodded to the others, turned around and walked out of the room. While changing his shoes, he extended his hand to a police officer at the door.

The police officer skillfully grabbed his hand, pulled off the gloves on his hands, and then asked in a low voice: "Are you not allergic? The gloves I ordered have not arrived yet. Today I am using gloves from the police inventory."

"No," Hinata retracted her hand reasonably, "Thank you very much, I'll go first."

He walked out without looking back, ignoring the black cat walking in the yard, raising his tail and trying to nuzzle him.

When passing by the lake in the yard, he suddenly paused and stood still.

The cat rushed over with small steps, successfully rubbed against him, and immediately hunched over and fell on his feet, making a sweet meowing sound.

At this moment, Kudo Shinichi heard the sound of falling water coming from the window.

My grandson's wife, who was leaning by the window, pushed the window open and jumped out.

When he heard the sound, he looked over and immediately frowned. The other police officers were also stunned and looked at each other. They didn't know whether they should rush to get the person or not, and then looked at Kudo Shinichi for instructions.

Kudo Shinichi ignored it and turned to look at Hinata in the yard.

Hinata didn't move at all. He still stood in the same position where he paused halfway. He didn't have any mysophobia. He avoided the ugly cat with disgust, as if he was waiting for something.

Therefore, except for my grandson's wife who was rising and falling in the water, and the cat who was happily wagging its tail and rubbing around, and even started to stretch its paws to hook its trouser legs, no one dared to move.

In addition to the sound of water, struggling and meowing, there was only the sound of breathing in the yard.

Depending on the time, place and environment, the time it takes for humans to die from drowning is also different. Sometimes it takes two to three minutes to die, and sometimes it takes ten minutes to die.

The pond at my grandson's house is a very deep small lake. In an emotional situation, how many minutes will it take for my grandson's wife to die from drowning?

As time passed, at the end of the third minute, when the sound in the water began to become quieter, Kudo Shinichi moved.

Before he acted, the black cat made an unexplained cry, "Meow~~~?"

Where are the humans I captured?

The cat's meow only appeared at the beginning, and the delicate and long tail sound was suppressed by the sound of falling water.

Kudo Shinichi reacted several times earlier than that stupid cat and went to look at the pool water.

There was still only my grandson, Mrs., who was struggling instinctively on the water. There was no second human being, and the sound of water just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Officer Megure took a few steps forward, observed his face, and whispered: "...Hinata-san has gone down, do you want to send someone down to rescue him?"

"No, his underwater ability is very strong." Kudo Shin threw a pair of rubber gloves to Officer Megure, "The case is over. Prepare to take the surviving murderer to the hospital for basic examination."

In the pool, behind my grandson's wife, at an angle that she could not struggle with, a figure suddenly came out of the water. The figure directly reached out to stop her instinctively struggling hand, held her waist and swam to the shore.

They swam very fast, and in just ten seconds, they swam from the middle of the pool to the shore, and then landed easily.

Hinata half held my grandson's wife in his arms. He did not perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but made her half lie on his arm, and then patted her wet back to induce vomiting.

He continued to take a few more shots, and the police officer who just handed him the gloves felt the atmosphere of the scene, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over, reaching out to take the wife of my grandson, while whispering something.

Kudo Shinichi walked over and heard the police officer's final words, "...I just received a police uniform before I went out to police. Do you want to change it?"

"But it has been in the warehouse for two days. I just got it and haven't had time to clean it yet. You may be allergic."

"No, thank you." Hinata refused reasonably. My grandson's wife was still holding his hand tightly, so he hesitated for a moment and continued, "If you want to live, then live."

He did not open the hand, but moved it to my grandson's wife's abdomen. He placed it on it quietly for a few seconds, then removed his hand and said, "Live with the child."

My grandson, Mrs., is pregnant?

Kudo Shinichi shifted his gaze in surprise, glanced at my grandson's wife, and saw that the other party put her arm on the arm of the police officer, struggling to hold herself up, with some surprise on her face.

"You, you know that I'm pregnant?" she asked first, then blinked her wet eyelashes, "Are you telling me that I have to live even for the sake of my child?"

She was wet all over, her hair and clothes were all in a mess, and water was still dripping down her body, making her whole body extremely miserable.

"Ah," Hinata tilted her head reasonably, looked away from her belly, and calmly objected, "No."

"'Stay alive' is for you and has nothing to do with the child."

"It's only three months old and doesn't even have consciousness. It's not qualified to let a living being be responsible for it, right?"

Conscious life> A fetus that is not yet conscious, and is not even considered a life.

This equation excludes identity, status and any other external factors, and only retains the most basic concepts, making Kudo Shinichi feel a rare sense of familiarity.

Hinata stood up reasonably, shifted her gaze, and looked at Kudo Shinichi. He clenched his fist, shook the water on his arm, and then raised his hand, "Long time no see."

Wait, have you even learned to shake hands now?

It's not that Hinata didn't know how to shake hands in the past, it's just that he almost never made physical contact with other people, and didn't pay much attention to some necessary social etiquette.

Now……

Kudo Shinichi also raised his hand and held the wet palm. He looked into Hinata's reasonable green eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he felt something scratched his palm.

Hinata reasonably stuffed something into Kudo Shinichi's hand. After stuffing it, he immediately took his hand back and continued the farewell process that had just been interrupted. "I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."

He waved his hand, turned around and left.

Kudo Shinichi stood there, watching Hinata calmly wave his hands as if to get rid of dirty things, then took out his mobile phone and started editing messages, and continued to move forward.

He spread his palms and looked down.

A black USB flash drive lay quietly in his hand.