MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 155

"The scenery is great, you can see Mount Fuji from here." Jun A rushed forward, leaning on the railing, and then looked back at Toru Amuro, who was walking slowly behind. ."

"Well, but it's not convenient to take pictures with it."

In all senses, it is not suitable to leave video data at this time. Mr. A sighed and thought about it soon, and continued to look at the distant snow-capped mountains.

The angle here is excellent, the field of vision is wide, and the wind blows, and the mood also widens. He exhaled, and suddenly felt that something entered his eyes. It was cool, and he squinted his eyes subconsciously, observing the front from the narrow field of vision.

It turned out to be snowing... eh?

Snowing!

An Shitou pulled him off the railing, tapped his head, and raised his eyebrows when he stared blankly: "What are you thinking? I didn't hear you talking to you just now."

It was rare for him to see the dark-haired boy look so excited, blowing like a gust of wind, his feet stepping on the bar below, most of his body hanging outside, it was a level of danger that people shouted at at first sight.

Mr. A pointed outside, "It's snowing."

Amuro hummed: "The weather forecast said that you won't be without thick clothes, right?"

"I brought a thin coat." But it was obviously not enough if it snowed. Mr. A stretched out his hand and took one, and the white snowflakes were melted by body temperature in an instant.

"It's okay, I brought you." Amuro Toru said as expected, very reliably, "The temperature is a bit cold, go back and change clothes before coming out."

Jun A responded and walked back beside him, looking forward to it: "Will the snow be heavy?"

"No, but it will go down until night." Amuro looked at him, "What do you want to do?"

Being seen, Mr. A smiled and rubbed his hands nervously: "I want to build a snowman, but this seems to have requirements for snow, the amount of snow, the stickiness and so on."

Toru Amuro also seemed to understand this aspect, and thought for a while: "If you want to pile it, you can try it tonight. The temperature will be lower tomorrow, and the snow will not be able to pile up when it hardens."

"Okay!" A Jun clenched his fist.

What's more wrong is that there are many people who have the same idea as him. When he went out in the evening, the open space was already full of people playing in the snow and children running around.

Amuro Toru was in the middle of a group of people wearing down jackets, wearing a camel-colored trench coat as if they were not in the same season as them, attracting many men and women to look at them, and Mao Lilan also noticed them.

"Mr. Anshi, you guys are also here to play."

After saying hello, Toru Amuro quickly sold Mr. A, and said with a smile, "Yang Xi wants to come build a snowman. Miss Xiaolan and Conan too, aren't Mr. Mouri together?"

Between the high school girl and the elementary school student there is a snowball the size of a split head, and Conan holds it up with two gloved hands, trying to repair it with skill.

"Dad went to the hot spring." Mao Lilan smiled embarrassedly, "The snow here is relatively dry, and it is a little difficult to pile up."

When Amuro Toru just came out, he fished some snow and tried it with his hands to see if he could form a group. It was a bit reluctant, but it was not impossible.

So he said a few words of encouragement, and was about to take Mr. A away to another place when he looked down and saw the black-haired boy squatting on the ground to take over the restoration work of Snowball.

Conan stared at Mr. A who seemed to be doing a great job with an inexplicable look. The other party carefully tried to use snow as a glue, but he couldn't control his strength for a while, but the two halves of the snowball were torn apart instantly and sparsely pulled away. Going down, it seems completely useless.

The black-haired boy looked at his hands still covered in snow, looked up at Toru Amuro, and said deeply, "I think we should go back to the hot spring, hot orange juice is very good."

The drums of retreating suddenly rang loudly.

Amuro Toru: "Did you give up so soon?"

A Jun said: "Actually, I don't really want to pile up."

He is already a mature adult.

Amuro smiled slightly and said a wise saying: "Everyone has come, let's try it, even if you fail, it doesn't matter, just be happy."

Mao Lilan also said: "Actually, it's very simple. Just press it a little at the beginning, and don't use too much force after that. Just now, Conan and I were almost successful. But we were accidentally hit by a child, so we restarted again. started."

A-jun blushed, "Well, then I'll try it."

So they didn't look for another place. Mr. A started his own snowman project on the spot. At first, he couldn't let go. Later, Mao Lilan couldn't see his clumsy movements, so he took Conan off the field to help him, and the snowball finally rolled up for him. Put down the burden completely and push it everywhere to have fun.

Toru Amuro hallucinated hello on the spot.

It shouldn't be that he heard it wrong, maybe the sound is similar or something. Conan couldn't help showing his half-moon eyes, how could such a stupid boy like a high school student be a member of that organization?

The decorative buttons on Anshi's windbreaker were generously donated by him, and became the eyes of a brand-new snowman. The snowman has no mouth, but a line connects the two buttons. Mr. A touched his chin and circled the snowman.

Although it was still a bit monotonous, he was obviously very satisfied. Mao Lilan took the initiative to take out his mobile phone as a souvenir for him. Mr. A had already posed and pulled Conan, who had given technical guidance just now, to him.

When the girl counted to one, just as she was about to press the shutter, a white object approached at an extremely high speed. Mr. A turned back in horror, just to witness the result of his hard work - the snowman's head burst open as fragile as a watermelon.

He quickly looked in the direction of the attack. The first thing he saw was a suit of clothes. He narrowed his eyes before he could distinguish the face of the other party from the black background of the night.

The dark-skinned high school student looked apologetic: "Sorry sorry, we were having a snowball fight, accidentally—Kudou?"

Conan, who was twitching the corners of his mouth, suddenly panicked. Especially when Maorilan repeated doubts: "Kudou?"

Hattori Heiji, who had never remembered Conan's name, realized it later, and hurriedly asked for a fix: "Oh, I mean - I accidentally attacked your snowman, I'm really sorry!"

Mao Lilan didn't know whether to believe it or not. In short, this matter was exposed. She looked behind Hattori Heiji: "Has He Ye also come?"

"Ah, that guy—" Hattori Heiji paused, his face covered with snowballs.

A girl's laughing voice came from the side: "Idiot, are you just standing there stupidly wanting to be beaten by me?"

Hattori Heiji wiped his face and continued, "Just there."

Mao Lilan blinked: "So you guys are having a snowball fight."

Hattori Heiji was about to say something when a faint male voice came from not far away: "Snowball fight, it looks very interesting, how about adding me?"

He bowed his head and faced a face full of smiles, but with a faint blackness.

Hattori Heiji snorted: "Yes, yes-"

Another snowball hit him, and he shouted at Yuan Shan and Ye, who were eagerly preparing for the third blow: "Idiot! Stop the fight first, I'm here to meet the workers - Conan and Maori who are building a snowman together!"

Every time you have to rack your brains to think of homonyms, it's really hard for you.

Mr. A was speechless for a while, and turned his head to see the snowman who suffered a headshot, and his anger rekindled. He bowed to the dead snowman with grief and anger: "I will avenge you, Dabai!"

Conan: …

Did you even have a name?

Yuan Shan and Ye were very pleasantly surprised by this unexpected encounter. They chatted happily with Mao Lilan for a while, and got to know Mr. A, whom they met for the first time, and then warmly invited them to join the snowball fight. Except for Amuro Toru who refused, everyone else participated. went in.

Hattori Heiji shrank his neck and whispered, "Why do you suddenly feel a little chilly?"

Conan patted his thigh sympathetically: because the master of Dabai who was murdered by you is going to avenge you.

As soon as the horn of war was sounded, Hattori Heiji felt that he was being targeted. Snowballs hit him in the head one after another as if they had grown eyes. He wiped the snow off his face between the opponent's reloads and fought back angrily. , As a result, the figure dodged nimbly, the next second his face became cold again, and the soft snowball was penetrated by his tall nose.

Hattori Heiji:…

"What's the matter with that guy?"

Conan's face was full of black lines: "Hey, don't hide behind me, you bastard!"

"But that person is obviously only targeting me, my face is going to freeze!" Hattori Heiji ignored his struggle as a shield, picked up the snowball in one hand to fight back, and said, "Why is his head so good? It will predict! It makes me have no game experience at all!"

"My famous Kansai detective will never be able to swallow this breath."

Conan: …

What's this detective about?

Hattori Heiji's fighting spirit is high: "Wait, I want him to know what happens to the famous detective!"

So what does it have to do with detectives? Conan struggled, "Since you are so ambitious, let me go!"

"Don't worry, this is a battle of dignity for famous detectives. Shouldn't you help me! In short, hurry up and prepare snowballs for me! Kudo, speed!"

"Don't call me Kudo!"

So the original five-person melee became a three-person offense and defense. Conan was unlovable, and Hattori Heiji was like a chicken blood, facing the Avengers with surprisingly high evasion skills, and the battle started.

Mao Lilan watched from the sidelines and smiled: "It's really energetic."

Yuan Shan and Ye snorted: "The idiot is equal, and both are pressed and beaten two-on-one."

She was inexplicably enthusiastic, and put her hands on her mouth in a trumpet shape: "Fujita-kun, come on! Let that guy know how powerful he is!"

After thinking for a while, Mao Lilan joined the cheerleaders: "Come on Conan!"

As for what to do, she didn't even think about it.

Conan: …

He put the rubbed snowball on Hattori Heiji's face with his backhand, and the famous Kansai detective was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Damn! Are you going to betray our detective union?"

This alliance has never been better!

The enemy's provocative voice came from the opposite side: "Have you had an internal strife, hum, be wise enough to surrender, and if you sincerely apologize to Da Bai, you can spare your life."

"Who is Dabai?" Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment, but it didn't matter, he immediately raised his voice and shouted back, "Don't even think about it, it's impossible for me to compromise with you as a dignified detective!"

"So tenacious? Then don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Did you have fun?"

"Happy is happy, but I always feel like I forgot something." Mr. A who walked into the hotel suddenly tapped his palm and blurted out, "Dabai!"

It was originally to avenge Da Bai, who suffered a headshot, but in the end, he completely forgot his original intention.

"Dabai?"

A Jun explained to him: "It's the snowman I built. The inspiration comes from the movie you watched before. You have seen it before, do you remember?"

Amuro thought back for a moment: "Baymax?"

"Yes!" Jun A nodded affirmatively, "Isn't it like that?"

Toru Amuro said euphemistically, "It's a little abstract."

To be honest, they have nothing in common except that they are all white.

Mr. A didn't hear what he meant, just said happily: "Speaking of movies, how about we watch movies at night?"

"Animated movie?"

Jun A shook his head: "No, a horror movie."

When they returned to the room, Mr. A was urged to take a shower, change his wet clothes, and when he came out, he took the hot orange juice handed by Toru Amuro, and went out of the hot spring seamlessly.

Without Amuro to disturb the military's heart, he can spin and jump in it freely.

But after a few minutes, he got a little bored. The quiet environment and the steaming hot spring quickly woke him from sleepiness. He yawned three times in a row, and finally lay on the stone and squinted drowsy.

Amuro counted the time, and after fifteen minutes there was no response, so he opened the shoji door.

The black-haired boy turned his head in the direction of the door, his arms were folded under his face, one hand was stretched forward, his chest was immersed in the hot spring, and most of his back was exposed.

Because of the movement, the butterfly bone behind him bulged slightly, the skin was as white as the sun, and the pale pink scar became the color of ripe berries as the hot springs deepened for a long time.

Amuro squatted down and reached out and patted his back. The tentacles were warm and soft, and he could feel the shallow bulge on the top. Opened eyes: "Do you still want to watch a movie?"

Mr. A, whose mind was bewildered, closed his eyes again: "What movie..."

Amuro Toru didn't wake him up again, he just scooped up the man, wiped clean water, dried his hair, and finally stuffed it into the quilt.

Mr. A, who woke up the next day, stared blankly at the sunlight shining in from the window.

"Movie..." How could he fall asleep!

Damn it, his plan!