Seeing that there were no interesting toys in Minase Harumu's house, the three little ones felt bored and happily put on their shoes and walked to the door.

"Goodbye, Sister Minase."

"goodbye."

The three little ones waved goodbye, and Conan also said "goodbye".

What's even more rare is that Haihara Ai, who has always said few words, also said goodbye, but it wasn't goodbye, but "I wish you good luck."

This made Conan a little surprised, and he looked at Haibara Ai with incredible eyes.

"Is there something on my face?" Hui Yuan Ai squinted.

Conan shook his head, "No, I just feel like you care about helping me this time."

Based on Conan's understanding of Haibara Ai, most of the time he acted indifferently and had nothing to do with him. Even if he was helping, he would just stand behind and give some occasional advice.

This time, Hui Yuan Ai took matters into his own hands and helped inquire with the neighbors along with the three little ones, which was extremely rare.

"I just happen to be in a good mood today. Is there any problem?"

There was a hint of displeasure in Haihara Ai's tone, and Conan, who didn't understand what a tsundere was, wisely stopped talking about this topic.

In fact, the reason why Haibara Ai is more concerned about her is because he sees his own reflection in Minase Yomeng.

Being unaccompanied and without support were their common pronouns before.

Although in the black organization, there were specially assigned bodyguards before, they were actually surveillance personnel and could not be relied upon.

The only support is her sister, but their meeting is also greatly restricted.

Most of the time, it's by myself.

Especially after betraying the organization, walking in the rain with the body of a child, not knowing where the road ahead is.

Losing everything you were once familiar with, and the only thing you were familiar with, is a feeling of helplessness similar to losing memory. Haibara Ai can fully understand that feeling.

Comparing his feelings with his own, Haibara Ai also wanted to help Minase Youmeng, who was similar to his former self.

It was precisely because he understood the difficulty of this situation that Haihara Ai finally said "I wish you good luck."

This is a down-and-out person's comfort to another down-and-out person.

Several people walked out of the apartment just as the sun was setting. Unknowingly, an afternoon had passed.

Qin Zhibo looked back at Jiudaomen Apartment for the last time and left with the young detective team.

Night falls.

Jiudaomen Apartment, Room 504.

In the quiet and empty room, Minase Youmu hugged his knees with his hands, sitting quietly on the wooden floor, his head lowered in despair.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were downcast, and she looked frustrated like a little girl who had just confessed and been rejected.

I don't know how long this state lasted, but finally a voice broke the silence in the room.

Gu——

Gulu——

This somewhat indecent sound reminds the brain that it is time for the body to take in energy.

Minase Youmu stood up slowly, flattened her legs to relax her muscles, then stood up and staggered towards the refrigerator.

When I opened the refrigerator door, the sensor light inside lit up, which seemed a bit dazzling in the dark room.

On the wide shelf, there was only one bento placed diagonally on it.

She reached out and took out the bento, ignoring the expiry date on it, and put it directly on the dining table.

He tore open the package, took a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard, and picked up a mouthful of rice.

"Forehead"

The rice had a sour taste, was cold, and was soggy. It was much more unpalatable than rice balls from convenience stores.

In comparison, the simple meal we had for lunch turned out to be a delicacy in the world.

In the living room, Minase Yomeng was sitting on a wooden chair, looking down at the rice that was hard to swallow, and his vision gradually blurred.

"Eh?"

She was surprised and raised her hand to touch the corners of her eyes, which were stained with some hot and moist liquid.

"Eh?"

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly sounded from the entrance.

Ding--

Minase Youmeng immediately raised his head, his brain reacted for two seconds, and then a surprised expression appeared on his face.

She quickly ran over to open the door, as happy as a child about to get a gift, and shouted at the same time.

"I knew it."

As soon as the door opened, Minase Youmu's words stopped abruptly.

Outside the door were two faces that I had some impressions of in the afternoon, but were not that familiar.

"Yang Meng! We are here!"

"Congratulations to you! Yang Meng!"

There was a couple standing at the door. They were the neighbors who lived in Room 502 diagonally across the door.

The couple was smiling with wrinkles on their faces, holding a big cake with four hands with great enthusiasm.

Minase Youmeng looked at the two of them in surprise, shaking his head repeatedly, "But... is today my birthday?"

The middle-aged woman among them moved her body towards the door frame and said: "Hey~ Who said you have to celebrate your birthday to eat cake?"

"We are here to celebrate your return, let's get together and have fun~"

While Minase Yomu stood there blankly, not knowing how to respond, the middle-aged woman handed all the cakes in her hand to her husband and pushed Minase Yomu into the living room.

Seeing the cold bento on the table, the middle-aged woman immediately looked distressed.

"Oh! Why is this girl still eating a cold lunch~"

"Throw it away quickly. Eating this will cause diarrhea and is not good for your health."

The middle-aged woman rushed forward, threw Minase Yumeng's bento with chopsticks into the trash can, and then directed her husband to put the big cake on the table.

Minase Yomeng stared blankly at the dreamlike strawberry cake on the table. Compared with the cold bento just now, it seemed as if the sky was in the sky and the earth was in the earth at the same time.

The couple busily arranged various plastic knives, forks, and paper plates, as religiously as two old slaves.

Minase Youmeng looked at the two of them at a loss and said, "But I don't know your names yet."

The middle-aged woman raised her head and said with a smile, "Just call me Aunt Lin."

"Aunt Lin" Minase Yangmeng nodded, "That"

Aunt Lin glanced at her husband who was busy next to her and said, "You can call him whatever you want, he doesn't choose a name. Just call him Lao Wang."

Minase Yomeng nodded with some understanding and repeated: "Old Wang."

When Lao Wang heard this, he was about to refute, but Aunt Lin gave him a look and shot him back.

"By the way, Yang Meng, why don't you take a bath first?"

"I see you are a little dirty too. When you finish washing, you will come out and eat cake together."

Minase Youmu looked down at herself. Although her body was quite clean, her clothes were indeed a little dirty.

Aunt Lin, who raised her head and narrowed her eyes, was already standing at the door of the bathroom. She smiled and stretched out her hand to greet you, "Come on, I'll put hot water for you."

At Aunt Lin's warm invitation, Minase Youmeng sat in the bathtub and let the warm water flow through her body.

Facing these enthusiastic neighbors, her brain was always a little uncomfortable, but the current state was very comfortable.

At least it's better than the ruthless detective who left himself here to eat a cold lunch.

snort--

Under the cleansing of these warm liquids, Minase Youmeng quickly recovered and stood in front of the mirror filled with mist, looking at his body.

She is indeed a beautiful girl~

Aunt Lin had already taken away the school uniform and said she would take it back to her home to be washed in the washing machine.

However, bath towels and bathrobes are already prepared, and they are just the right size for me.

After drying her body, Minase Youmu put on a bath towel and tied the buttons one by one. Biaji-biaji stepped on her slippers and unlocked the bathroom door.

Click——

As the bathroom door opened, Minase Youmu was surprised to find that the light in the living room had gone out at some point.

"Um?"

"Aunt Lin? Aunt Lin"
To be continued...