Chapter 471 [Extra] Valentine’s Day (9)
"Boy." Mouri Kogoro said with a strange expression: "Didn't you say that drinking is bad?"
"It's really not good."
Lin Xinyi frowned and smacked the taste.
I heard that some people can taste floral, fruity, grainy, and smoky aromas from wine, but he only tastes spiciness.
Then he glanced secretly:
Hui Yuan Ai was still holding the big wine bottle and didn't put it down.
"Wine is indeed not good, but you still have to drink it."
"This" Mouri Kogoro followed Lin Xinyi's gaze and looked to the side:
The little girl with brown hair who was stuck between the two adults was ignored by him subconsciously.
And because Haiyuan Ai was sitting between Mao Lilan and Lin Xinyi.
Therefore, in the eyes of Mouri Kogoro, Lin Shinyi is now secretly observing...
His daughter.
Ha, stinky boy.
After all, he still knows how to take care of Xiaolan's face.
A smile appeared on the corner of Mouri Kogoro's mouth:
"Yes, you are indeed on the right track!"
"Come on, come on, fill it up again!"
He poured wine for Lin Xinyi enthusiastically.
"Don't pour too much." Lin Xinyi was still very reserved: "I can just drink a little."
"Only a little drink?"
Mouri Kogoro smiled even more:
"Okay, then let's drink 'a little bit'."
After three rounds of drinking.
"Uncle Maori, do you still drink?"
Lin Xinyi put down the bottle and asked with a slightly tipsy expression.
Maori Kogoro:"."
He forced his hazy drunken eyes open and looked at the row of empty bottles in front of Lin Xinyi.
After repeatedly confirming that those were not beers, let alone mineral water, but 43% Japanese whiskey.
Mouri Kogoro collapsed completely:
Did you say you won't drink? Damn it!
"It's okay to drink, just drink again!"
Mouri Kogoro secretly sent a look of help to his wife.
After realizing that her husband would be completely defeated by young people in the field he was best at, Fei Yingli had no choice but to forcefully smile, pick up the wine glass, and drink with Lin Xinyi.
Another three rounds of drinking
Lin Xinyi finally felt a little drunk.
His face was red and feverish, his eyes were dazed, and he looked completely without his usual sense and calmness.
But in comparison, the situation of Mouri Kogoro and Fei Yingli is even worse.
The two of them were leaning against each other, shoulder to shoulder, relying on each other's support and reminder to keep from falling drunk.
"I can't hold on any longer."
"Kogoro, start asking now."
While there was still a trace of clarity left in her mind, Fei Yingli whispered in her husband's ear in time.
"well"
Mouri Kogoro nodded drunkenly.
He turned his head, held up his heavy eyelids, and asked Lin Xinyi:
"S-Shinichi."
"When are you and Miss Chris going to break up?!"
"Um Chrissy?"
Lin Xinyi was stunned for a moment:
"She was not my girlfriend in the first place! Why are we talking about breaking up?"
"Oops." Mao Lilan on the side suddenly became nervous: "Mr. Lin is really drunk!"
She quietly tensed her body, always ready to interrupt, to prevent Lin Xinyi from telling more sensitive information.
As for the truth that Lin Xinyi just said.
Mouri Kogoro was completely unaware of the meaning behind this:
"Why do you kid still say such angry words?"
"Miss Chris has been with you for so long."
"Don't you love her at all now?"
As soon as this question was asked, the drunkenness in the eyes of Kogoro and Fei Yingli was slightly reduced.
They were all waiting for Lin Xinyi's answer.
Lin Xinyi’s answer is:
"Love her? How is that possible?"
"She's too old!"
The Maori couple were silent for a while:
Miss Chris doesn't look much older than you, but you actually dislike her for being older.
It's hard to tell that this kid is still a scumbag who likes the new and hates the old.
Wait, he will fall in love with Xiaolan, not just because of...
Xiaolan is underage, right?
"Alas"
Thinking of this, the couple was already considering whether to withdraw their capital in time to stop losses.
But Lin Xinyi, driven by drunkenness, continued to talk to himself:
"but."
"Age aside, Chrissy's charisma is hard to resist."
"But the problem is, my heart already belongs to another person completely and will not be shaken again."
"Oh? Who is that person?"
The Maori couple held their breath nervously.
Mao Lilan also held his breath nervously.
Because she knew very well that if she didn't stop it, Lin Xinyi would end up like her and end up with a social death.
"Mr. Lin——"
Mao Lilan hurriedly interrupted, hoping to save the situation in time.
But her efforts failed.
Because Lin Xinyi didn't answer with words at all, interrupting him couldn't stop him.
He answered that question directly with action:
"The one I love."
"right here."
Lin Xinyi turned his head and looked over affectionately.
He looked beside him.
"It's over." Mao Lilan's face turned pale.
She hurriedly grabbed Lin Xinyi's arm and diverted his gaze, interrupting his affectionate confession to Hui Yuan Ai.
Then he turned around and said to his parents:
"Dad, Mom."
"Mr. Lin, he, he has drunk too much."
There was a delicate silence.
Mouri Kogoro and Fei Yingli looked at each other and said nothing.
A smile appeared on their lips.
"This kid is still shy."
A soft murmur that only they could hear.
Then, with an incomprehensible sense of relief and satisfaction.
The couple finally couldn't resist the intrusion of drunkenness, lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.
"Forehead"
Mao Lilan was confused:
Her parents' reaction
What does it mean?
Mr. Lin shouldn’t have died socially, right?
Lin Xinyi doesn't care about his reputation now.
Even Mao Lilan, who was worried about him, and Conan, who had a strange expression next to him, were ignored by him.
There was only one person left in his eyes.
Under the influence of alcohol, it seemed as if he and she were the only ones left in the world.
"Ah Shiho."
Lin Xinyi gently picked up the girl around her waist and asked her to stand on the stool.
Their cheeks were only a short distance apart.
"you're drunk."
Huiyuan Ai sighed softly.
She knew that Lin Xinyi was really drunk.
Otherwise, he would never do such an intimate gesture to himself in front of outsiders.
If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.
Her cheeks gradually turned red.
And Haihara Ai also knew that this was what she wanted from the beginning.
Lin Xinyi was drunk and told the truth while drunk. Now is a good time to "interrogate" him.
But when the opportunity really came, I looked at this man who was usually not very expressive and looked at me affectionately when he was drunk.
But she no longer had those restless emotions.
"Forest"
Hui Yuan Ai hesitated for a long time and then asked.
But it’s no longer out of little jealousy or uneasiness, it’s just pure curiosity:
"Hui Yuan Ai, who is it?"
"Haibara Ai?"
Lin Xinyi was stunned:
"Haiyuan Ai, it's you."
The answer I got was exactly the same as when I was awake.
Hui Yuan Ai thought for a while and decided to change the question:
"Then why did you name me 'Haiyuan Ai'?"
"Because you are Haiyuan Ai!"
Haibara Ai:"."
She became Hui Yuan Ai because Hui Yuan Ai is her.
This all leads to an endless cycle.
Drunk people really only talk nonsense.
Hui Yuan Ai sighed softly and did not intend to continue asking any more questions.
Because she knew it from the moment Lin Xinyi looked at her instinctively under the influence of drunkenness.
"Who is Huihara Ai?" This question is no longer that important.
Let that woman live in Lin Xinyi's past forever.
It belongs to her now.
Haihara Ai was ready to end it simply like this and let her boyfriend take a good rest.
But at this time, Lin Xinyi hugged her involuntarily and continued to talk nonsense drunkenly:
"Shiho, do you know?"
"You are really Hui Yuan Ai."
"Hmm." Haiyuan Ai rolled his cute little eyes and dealt with it one after another.
"When I first saw you, you, you looked like this, only a little bigger."
"Huh?" Hui Yuan Ai frowned slightly:
The age doesn't match up a bit.
Lin Xinyi was assigned to be responsible for surveillance tasks by her side only after she entered college.
She was already 12 years old at that time.
How could it be as small as "now"?
Could it be that the memory fragments that he could barely recall after he committed suicide and lost his memory began to become disordered?
Hui Yuan Ai was confused.
Just listen to Lin Xinyi continue to say vaguely:
"I didn't know your name then."
"Someone told me that your name is 'Haihara Ai', so I wrote down this name."
"And then"
"I will always keep you with me."
"Take me with you?" Hui Yuan Ai became more and more confused.
"Well, it's not you, it's a cartoon of you."
"The painting is what you looked like when you were 8 years old."
"This" Hui Yuan Ai quietly realized something:
When he was 8 years old, he was still living in the organization's secret base in the United States.
At that time, Lin Xinyi had been adopted by Belmode, and he happened to be receiving special agent professional skills training in the United States.
Could it be that.
Lin Xinyi accidentally bumped into her when she was only 8 years old when she was training at the base?
Then without her knowledge, Lin Xinyi asked her the wrong name from others and mentally named her "Haihara Ai"?
At that time, the base management was strict and members of different departments could not communicate with each other.
Even if he and he, who was trained as a scientific researcher and trained as an agent, could meet by chance, they would never get to know each other.
Little Miss Haiyuan thought for a while.
Immediately, I imagined a youthful love story in which Lin Xin fell in love with her at first sight when he was young, but due to the estrangement caused by organizational rules, he did not have the chance to reunite with her until four years later.
This story is quite romantic.
There's just something wrong somewhere.
"8 year-old."
"I was only 8 years old at that time, right?"
"He fell in love with an 8-year-old girl at first sight, and secretly drew a portrait of me and carried it with him every day??"
This is a bit abnormal
Hui Yuan Ai was stunned for a while.
But think about it carefully:
Later, when Lin Xinyi officially met her and began to pursue her crazily, she was only 12 years old.
Well.
This guy seems to be a pervert.
But now
Why aren't you a pervert now? !
Looking at her boyfriend who subconsciously kept a safe distance from her even after being drunk, 8-year-old Haihara Ai felt helpless.
And in her complicated eyes.
Lin Xinyi thought for a moment in a daze, then continued to confide in her:
"Anyway, you have been by my side since then."
"The name Haiyuan Ai will always remain in my heart——"
"Although, I didn't know anything about you at that time."
"It was only later that I discovered that Haibara Ai was Miyano Shiho, and Miyano Shiho was Haibara Ai."
"The 'little girl' who is always by my side."
He gently stroked Hui Yuan Ai's soft brown hair and sighed affectionately:
"So it's you!"
"." Hui Yuan Ai was silent.
Lin Xinyi’s story is somewhat unexpected.
But there is no doubt about it.
This is the answer she most wants to hear:
"Maybe this is fate destined by God."
One year ago, Earth, Lin family.
"You brat, why are you going home for Valentine's Day?"
"Get out of here and fall in love. If you don't find a girlfriend, don't go home!"
Lin Xinyi, who was not yet called "Lin Xinyi" at that time, was hit by his father's proficiency in urging marriage as soon as he returned home.
"Dad, stop making trouble"
"Love is a matter of fate and cannot be forced."
Lin Xin sat down and put down the briefcase he carried with him.
"You evil beast, you still dare to quibble?!"
Father Lin was so angry that his beard trembled:
"How can fate fall from the sky if you don't take the initiative to find it yourself?!"
"Hey, maybe."
Lin Xinyi giggled and took out his wallet, mobile phone, and an old and yellowed cartoon pencil case from his bag.
"Maybe it's bullshit!" Dad was very angry again:
"Waiting for fate to fall from the sky——"
"You brat, think about it for yourself. In your job, how many women have you seen in these days?"
"That's a lot."
“Things you meet on the road don’t count!!”
"There are still quite a few."
"We only met face to face, and those who spent less than one minute together are not counted!!"
"This." Lin Xinyi hesitated:
"Does death count?"
“It doesn’t count!!!”
Father Lin angrily slapped the case and seemed to want to practice a family martial arts with his son on the spot.
"Oh then there's only one."
"Um??"
Dad’s opening palm suddenly stopped:
"There is actually such a person?"
"What is the girl's name? How old is she this year? What does she look like? What is her education level? Where does she live? How many relatives do she have? How much gift will she need? Will the house be named? How many children are she going to have in the future? Whose surname will the child have??"
"Ah, this." Lin Xinyi scratched his head in embarrassment.
He bit the bullet and pushed out the yellowed pencil box in his hand.
"How about that, Dad."
Lin Xinyi pointed to the cartoon portrait of Haihara Ai on the pencil box:
"Ask her yourself?"
Father Lin: "."
"Evil beast!!"
"Can a small painting be your wife?!"
Before his eyes, he saw another crazy magic boxing move that killed relatives for the sake of justice.
But before the punch landed, he suddenly stopped as if something suddenly occurred to him:
"Son, let's talk about it"
"You are already working, why are you still carrying this pencil case from elementary school?"
"Could it be that someone important gave it to you?"
"For example, which girl is it??"
Father Lin asked seductively.
"It's a gift from a female classmate."
"Oh?!" Dad's eyes lit up:
"What's her name? What does she look like? What is her education level?"
"Uh, forget it."
"Dad doesn't ask for anything more from you."
"It's a woman, alive, that's fine."
"Anyway." Father Lin asked expectantly: "Can you still contact the girl now?"
"Well, let me think about it." Lin Xinyi thought hard for a while: "Sorry. I just remember that a female classmate in elementary school gave it to me, but I forgot the name."
I forgot my name, let alone my contact information.
"Bastard! Then what's the point of keeping this pencil case for you?!" Father Lin almost exploded again.
"Is this it?"
Lin Xinyi was silent for a while.
He gently stroked the heavy pencil box and looked at the little girl with brown hair who had been with him for half his life.
"Because there is something on this pencil box"
Fingers gently brushed over Haiyuan Ai's portrait
“There’s a ‘collision corner’.”
Finally it stopped at the sharp corner of the pencil box.
In order not to hurt people, the corners of ordinary metal pencil cases are blunt.
But this pencil case is designed to be square and square, with sharp edges and corners.
Coupled with its weight, which is comparable to that of bricks
Even a rookie who doesn't understand martial arts can easily smash his opponent's head with this thing and give him a long-term meal ticket to the hospital.
This is undoubtedly a very anti-human design.
"Anti-humanity" on the physical level.
"This pencil case has the power to control weapons, but it is a real 'daily stationery'."
"If you use it for self-defense, even if you accidentally kill the gangster, it is still a legitimate defense."
"After all, as a mental worker, it's normal for me to carry stationery with me, right?"
"Isn't it too much to be forced to use stationery to defend yourself when you are attacked?"
"I could only use 'stationery' to defend myself, but the gangster still died. Can you blame me? It can't be considered an over-defense, right?"
Lin Xinyi introduced his own magic weapon with excitement.
He caressed the pencil case, just like Lu Bu caressing his Fang Tian Hua Ji.
"Hey, you kid, you've learned all your forensic skills in vain."
"Yes, this pencil case is a good thing."
"I'll give it a try someday."
Father Lin was very happy to see Hunter.
Then
"Asshole! Don't change the subject for me!"
"Where's your girlfriend? Where's your wife?!"
Father Lin was furious and started shouting:
“I spend more time touching pencil cases than women—”
"Can the little person above be your wife?!"
Lin Xinyi picked up the pencil case and said, not to be outdone:
"Don't worry about-"
"I still want her to be my wife!"
Sorry. I originally set the flag to resume two updates, but ended up holding it in for another chapter until midnight.
This chapter has 4800 words. It’s barely two updates_(:з」∠)_