Great Swordsman Ke Xue

It may still be raining heavily in New York, but this has nothing to do with Shuichi Akai getting on the plane.

He left the FBI office building and went directly to the airport and bought a ticket as early as five o'clock.

By the time he arrived in Tokyo, it was already six o'clock in the morning the next day. Just like that, it was still more than an hour earlier than the scheduled time. The flight was considered smooth.

Looking at the familiar Haneda Airport in Tokyo, even though several years have passed, such a large building often does not change its appearance in a short period of time.

Akai Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief, with a rare expression on his face.

He was carrying a travel bag, wearing a scarf and a knitted hat. With his Asian appearance, at first glance, he looked like he was either a traveler from a neighboring country or a tourist returning home.

While on the plane, Shuichi Akai had already reactivated the Japanese phone card he had put aside for two years.

At this moment, he took out his mobile phone and turned it on. On the clamshell screen, the pixel-like black Japanese fonts were familiar yet unfamiliar. There was an email-like logo in the lower left corner, and a changing number gradually appeared on it.

From nothing, to 1, then to 2, to 3, and finally, to 34.

Akai Shuichi never thought that he would have a nervous day. Although his expression was calm, he knew that his heart was beating fast.

He stood in a corner of the airport and hesitated for a long time before finally opening the mailbox.

Putting aside a lot of useless carrier text messages, Shuichi Akai's fingers subconsciously accelerated a few points when pressing the down button.

Finally, when he saw a familiar name, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

But at the same time, more indescribable emotions welled up in his heart, although he still remained calm.

Beep, beep, press the button twice, select, confirm.

The first and last email that caught my eye.

"Ada. If I can leave the organization, are you willing to date me sincerely?"

Although smoking is not allowed in many places at the airport, Shuichi Akai did not look to see if there was a no-smoking sign nearby. He just silently took out a cigarette and lit it.

It seemed that at this moment, only that little orange-red light could bring a little warmth to his body and soul blown by the cold wind.

After all, although he was forced to leave at the beginning, from the beginning to the end, he was like a cold-blooded snake who was just taking advantage of Miyano Akemi.

Although he started to fall into it without realizing it, it was too late to say anything now. He didn't even hold hands with her a few times.

But is he worthy? Maybe he knew it at the beginning

When his identity was exposed. On this day, when he used Mingmei to enter the organization, it was already doomed.

After a long time, Akai Shuichi finally pressed the button on his phone again, flipping through the last days of Mingmei's life in reverse order.

But in fact, there were only two emails from Mingmei in two years.

One, about a month ago, and the other, about half a year ago.

"Ah Da. I didn't want to think of you at first, but I met a young man. His personality is a bit like my sister, but he is also a bit like you."

Akai Shuichi's pupils moved. Just like Mingmei said, she didn't want to think of him, and this email seemed like it shouldn't have appeared.

but now.

Akai Shuichi finished smoking a cigarette silently and left the airport.

When I left, the fish belly was just beginning to turn white on the horizon.

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"The ball went in!"

“The first goal of the game was scored with a header from Tokyo Soul’s Hideo Akagi!”

Along with the passionate explanation and a whistle, bursts of cheers broke out in the stadium of Nuo Da. The shouts and celebrations came one after another, and they were continuous and very contagious.

Not only did everyone in the seats stand up, but the Young Detective Team and even Conan ran to the edge of the stands and jumped to celebrate the goal.

"He is indeed a hero!"

Genta looked in admiration, and his words resonated with Ayumi and Mitsuhiko.

"Yes, what a beautiful header! Of course, Naoki's key pass also contributed a lot. It was really wonderful!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"It's a pity that if he hadn't been injured, he would have been confirmed to enter the Japanese team this time." Mitsuhiko suddenly said with regret.

"You can't join the Japanese national team. Does that mean you can't win the World Cup trophy?"

Yuantai frowned and reasoned about the cause and effect, scratched his head and said: "Speaking of which, I really don't understand why adults are so keen on the World Cup."

"Hey, my dad also said that I didn't expect Japan to participate. It's like a dream." Ayumi nodded in agreement.

"Maybe it's because it's really exciting." Mitsuhiko speculated.

At this time, Conan on the side also lost his excitement. He glanced sideways and watched the three little ones of the Young Detective Team chatting.

Hearing them talk about the World Cup, I finally couldn't help it.

"Idiot, the World Cup is the biggest event in the world where countries strive for their prestige in the sports world. Of course it will cause discussions at home. Although it is a bit frustrating that we didn't win a single game, the World Cup itself is also It’s still very interesting.”

What Conan didn't notice was that when he said these words, the three little boys of the Young Detective Team all rolled their eyes at him with the same hatred.

Mitsuhiko: "Why are you pretending to be cool?"

Ayumi: "After watching the TV broadcast, it's clear that you are the one who can't accept losing the most, right?"

Yuantai: "Yes, you were still rolling around on the table at Dr. Ali's house, crying and making trouble all the time."

"Throwing around, crying and fussing."

Behind them, Shimizu Koji repeated it lightly, making Conan, who was already speechless with embarrassment, want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

"Damn it, why are your ears so good?"

"I heard it too."

Conan turned around and looked at Koji Shimizu and Ai Haihara who were sitting at least two meters away from him, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

These two people really had no fun at all. They came to watch the game, but each held a magazine in their hands.

Waste of tickets -.

Conan muttered maliciously in his heart and turned around to stop looking at the two of them.

"Actually, you don't have to sit here with me."

After the interlude, Haihara Ai, who had not spoken much since entering the venue, suddenly spoke softly.

Her words were naturally meant for Koji Shimizu who was sitting next to her.

To be honest, she has a lot of doubts in her heart now. Many of what Shimizu Koji said before sounded at first glance to help her integrate into her current life, and it seemed normal.

But after calming down and thinking about Shimizu Koji's character, Haibara Ai didn't really think that Shimizu Koji was such a kind-hearted ordinary high school student.

Even though she knew something was wrong, she still couldn't figure it out. She had a vague guess, but she subconsciously ruled out that possibility.

At this time, Qingmizu Koji didn't know that Haibara Ai beside him had already thought so much. He was just a little surprised when he heard her words, so he smiled and explained: "I really have no interest in football. I just came to see the venue in advance and feel it." Check out the atmosphere here.”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Haiyuan Ai put down the magazine and turned to look at Shimizu Koji with his sunglassed eyes.

"I will also play here in two days."

"Kanto Tournament?"

"you know?"

"I saw it in the newspaper recently."

Hui Yuan Ai nodded, then said nothing and continued reading the magazine.

Shimizu Koji originally planned to continue reading the magazine to pass the time, but as soon as he picked up the magazine, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back.

A feeling of being watched.

"It's him?"

"Yes, that old man didn't lie. He shouldn't be wrong."

"what to do?"

"be careful."