How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

"Mr. Kazama, it's really disturbing~

" "It's okay."

Kazama Tsuru wore a warm smile, as if it had been sunburned with warm fluff.

"Come first, there is always a little mourning cleaning up at home, it's very clean."

Qianxue Sunai quietly waved her hand behind her, and the camera quietly lit up a red light.

"Mr. Kazama, is that what you usually do at home? What do you mean by little mourning?

"It's my sister."

Kazama Tsuru didn't pay much attention to her movements, and when she asked, he raised his voice and shouted.

"Little mourning, little mourning?"

"Brother?"

The little furry brown head soon appeared on the second floor, lying on the edge of the railing and looking down.

Even if you look at it from such a distance, you can see the beautiful hair color and big eyes at a glance, which is very beautiful.

"The guest is here, can I trouble you to come down?"

"Okay~"

If there are outsiders, Xiao Mo will be more well-behaved and more face-giving.

Not long after, Senyuki Suna and the photographer changed their shoes and sat on the sofa with Kazama Tsuru, and Xiao Moi also ran to the first floor.

"Brother?"

As if a little scared, Xiao Moi saw two strangers appear, one of whom was still an uncle who did not look very good, and immediately ran to Kazama Tsuru's arms to hide.

All three of them noticed Xiao Wei's gaze and looked over at the photographer.

The photographer smiled sheepishly.

The camera was now sitting haphazardly on his lap, as if it hadn't begun.

"What's wrong, Xiao Moo? Scared? The

girl in her arms did not answer, but just buried her head in his arms, and did not mean to speak at all.

Kazama Tsuru sighed softly, stroked her head and gently soothed, looked up and smiled at the two.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Wei may be a little too shy."

"It's okay, it's still a child."

Qianxue Sunai smiled, not caring at all, but curiously began to ask about Xiao Wei.

"I heard that you also have a sister before, it seems that it is this little lady."

"Yes, Xiao Wei is actually the child of my distant relatives, because of some changes, she came to live in my house, and I was also alone, so I simply adopted her as my own sister."

"Huh? So, Miss Xiao Wei is actually not so close to you?

"If we talk about blood relations, it is like this, she is actually called Haibara Mour, not surnamed Kazama, but in the usual relationship, our relationship is very good, she takes care of me most of the time when I am sick, and she cleans the house most of the time."

"So it is."

Failed to lure Kazama Tsuru to say a little brother-sister contradiction plot that the public likes, made Senyuki Suna a little helpless.

"Well, Miss Qianxue, I'm tired of you being in the living room for a while first, I usually don't have many friends, and I rarely come to the house, Xiao Wei may be a little afraid, I will come over with Xiao Wei after a few words."

"Please."

Kazama Tsuru carried Xiao Mo to a utility room on the first floor.

"That woman is not a good person."

Kazama Tsuru was stunned, turned his head to look over, where did Xiao Moi's face still have the shyness just shown, the calm and indifferent look, and even brought a little disgust.

"Not a good person?"

Kazama Tsuru gently put Xiao Moi on the ground, and saw that there was a sofa in the utility room that was scratched by the fog, and motioned for Xiao Moi to sit next to him.

Xiao Mo waved his hand, not meaning to sit down.

"When we first chatted, the camera was always on, and she wanted to lead you to say something you shouldn't."

Kazama Tsuru was silent for a few seconds.

Maybe because of the angle of walking, he really didn't notice that Qianxue Sunai had any wrong little movements.

Or perhaps out of trust in Igarashi, he was not too wary of the reporters he introduced twice.

"So... I know.

"Even if this guy introduced him, you have to remember that all journalists are very good at catching the wind, and anyone who can stay in the newspaper will not be a simple role."

After that, Xiao Wei took a deep look at Kazama Tsuru, and walked straight outside the utility room.

"Ahem... Little mourning, remember..." "

I know."

Kazama Tsuru smiled helplessly and watched Xiao Moi's figure walk away.

It seems that Xiao Wei is still quite unhappy about setting the interview location at home this time.

Especially because of this incident, she was also forced to appear in front of the public.

This cautious and Conan are completely two guys in opposite directions, so they can only cover their faces with small movements such as shyly hiding in his brother's arms.

But actually, as far as Kazama Tsuru is concerned....

In the organization, most of the people who should know her identity know it, and those who don't know her identity usually don't watch such interview videos with famous writers.

Even a star-chaser like vodka can't be interested in himself.

He couldn't imagine the scene where Gin Jiu turned on the TV and saw the video of the beautiful reporter entering the home of a famous writer to interview, and before skipping, he stopped and quietly watched the video.

It's terrifying.

Kazama Tsuru thought about these and did not have them, and greeted the two.

The three people walked down the stairs to the study on the second floor, moved the chairs, found the right angle for the interview, and Senyuki Sunai officially asked the photographer to turn on the camera.

"Hello everyone, I'm Senyuki Suna, I believe you already know who the person I'm going to interview this time is, yes, Mr. Kazama, who has always been very mysterious."

"He was seriously ill but still kept traveling, he was said to have disappeared and died but still survived at the hands of his kidnappers, and he traveled countless times and was on the verge of death but still wrote a moving story."

"Now, where I am is Mr. Kazama's home, and now, Mr. Kazama is by my side."

The camera cooperated with the camera and pulled the figure of Kazama Tsuru into the screen.

"Hello everyone, I'm Tsuru Kazama."

Kazama Tsuru was wearing ordinary casual clothes, not very tight, and wore loosely on his body, but it brought out a bit of dashing temperament, and it seemed to make his already not very strong figure a little thinner.

Surrounded by all kinds of books, his black hair was scattered, making some pale faces look a little sicker, but there was a smile on the corners of his mouth, light as the breeze of the bright moon.