Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

"Forget it, let's play mahjong."

Looking at Sora's home, Kogoro Mori no longer felt nostalgic, picked up a coat casually and put it on his shoulders, turned the door and left without locking it on purpose.

Crossing the road, opening the door of the mahjong parlor, listening to the crackling sound, smelling the mixed smell of nicotine second-hand smoke, and greetings from acquaintances.

It seems that there is a sense of belonging here.

"Hey, Kogoro is here, there are three missing one here, it's just in time for you to come, do you need your hand?"

The owner of the mahjong shop enthusiastically walked up to him and asked about his health.

It's just that his strong hands rested on Kogoro Mori's shoulders, pushing him to an empty seat, and Kogoro Mori sat down without using any force.

"It's okay. Shuffle has this mahjong machine. With my current luck, you can win with one hand."

Kogoro walked to the table, fumbled out a few paper tickets from his pocket, threw them on the corner of the table, and pressed them with a cigarette case.

Press the button on the mahjong machine, the machine raises a table, and four people throw the mahjong into the black hole under the table together.

Listening to the crackling sound of mahjong in the machine, ten seconds later, a neat yard of tiles appeared in front of me, which was extremely convenient.

"Haha, it seems that the mahjong machine likes Mao Li-kun very much. With such a good card, it paid back its capital in the first round."

how good...

In high spirits, Kogoro pushed away the face of the cards with one hand, and at the beginning of the game, he directly won three cards, and all the table money and capital came.

"Hehehe, I just like your mahjong machine. It is purely automatic, very convenient, and the cards are dealt fairly. For example, in some places, there are four people at a table, and three people give cards to each other. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. Hey."

Quickly receiving the paper tickets handed over, Kogoro blushed and signaled the three people on the table in front of him to push the tiles into the mahjong machine, while he picked up Shuyan himself.

Feeling the physical relaxation and spiritual joy of smoking and mahjong, the inner irritability was completely resolved, and I leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"Yes, this mahjong table is fair."

The mahjong shop owner showed a kind expression.

"So, it's not fair for people to draw cards. Some memorize the cards, some play tricks, and some have partnerships. Your mahjong machine is better... I remember eight years ago, you This mahjong machine just appeared."

Kogoro recalled eight years ago when he saw a mahjong machine.

It is so convenient and fair that all the mahjong rooms in Tokyo now have this kind of mahjong machines.

"Well, nine years ago, because it was popularized in Shinjuku at the earliest time, and the fun there was good, it was provided to small shops like us, and we have to give them some money every month."

The mahjong shop owner withdrew his hand from Mori Kogoro's shoulder, watched the crowd using the so-called mahjong machine, and believed in its 'fairness'.

In fact, all that is needed is a remote.

Cheers came from behind again, and Kogoro Mori stretched out his hand and began to collect money again.

"Look, look, I lost so much before, and I just got back my money at the beginning of the game today, so I know my luck is back!"

Play around with it, it's a good thing.

Chapter 71. New tasks

Darkness, darkness, deeper darkness.

It seems that there are still snowflakes, falling slowly, mixed with the coldness of the tall buildings, the biting cold wind whistling, wearing a thin coat tightly, standing barefoot on the snowdrift.

Miyano Shiho stared at the unfamiliar environment and a familiar person.

"Oh Shirley."

Full of rhyme and affection, it seems to contain some kind of 'love' in the middle.

But what they are facing is a black hole muzzle, full of killing, without emotion at all.

Gin held the gun and pulled the trigger, making a sound that resounded through the night, and the girl in front of him fell to the ground.

The crimson blood stained the white snow, melting part and merging part, taking away the girl's remaining life, not even retaining the last lingering warmth.

It turned into a cold corpse, covered by a new round of heavy snow.

"elder sister."

After speaking, the girl closed her eyes.

……

Opening his eyes suddenly, Miyano Shiho got up from the bed in an instant.

Had a nightmare.

Covering his head with his hands, the nerve stimulation caused by staying up late for two days made the whole person look weak, and the body supported by the coffee was already wet with sweat, his face was pale, without the slightest trace of blood, and his body was emaciated, just like a starving victim. girl.

Very real dream.

Even Miyano Shiho subconsciously put his hands on his abdomen, lifted off the white clothes and carefully looked at the white skin, there was no bullet hole wound on it at all.

"But the dream is too real."

Miyano Shiho couldn't doubt the truth, the sadness from the bottom of his heart.

Dreamed that he was dead.

He lowered his head, trying to keep his head empty, not to think about the memory of being blocked by the gun, and to forget the terrifying look in Gin Jiu's eyes.