Seeing that Xiaolan was not sleepy, Okabaya was very excited about the story he wanted to tell, so he said lightly: "Sometimes, people always feel that they have missed some very beautiful things because of memories, especially in endless waiting, they will learn to roar in silence alone and endure the torture from parting."

Xiaolan was stunned. She looked at her cousin with a calm expression. She didn't expect that the opening remark of the story would be like this.

Conan, hiding in the corner of the wall, trembled all over, and many ignored scenes seemed to flash in his mind, and in the picture, there was a woman smiling foolishly.

"A man met a girl with a somewhat cold personality. She didn't say much, and she rarely laughed, and always walked by in a hurry. The man was cheerful and had many friends around him, but he was forcing his face to smile and did not find a sense of belonging to the world. The reason for his understanding was very special, not at the gathering of classmates, nor at the library that nourishes love, but at the murder scene surrounded by passers-by..." Okara gently pursed his lips and looked at Xiaolan.

Xiaolan was surprised because when she heard the four words "Murder Scene", she could easily think of whether the man in the story would be the cousin in front of her.

"A man has fantasized countless times that he would fall in love with a woman, a girl with an innocent smile, a hot figure, a beautiful personality, and an understanding person. But the appearance of this indifferent girl has changed all the preparations he has laid out for more than ten years."

Okata rarely tells stories, but his tone is strong and weak, pause and frustrated, making people easily create a sense of picture, which may be related to the inferences that have been expressed in front of others over the years.

"A man used his best inference to talk in front of everyone. Almost every process is closely linked, which makes many bystanders amazed. He had already confirmed who the murderer was, but he lacked the most important link, which is to prove the core force of the entire inference..."

"Evidence!" Okabaya smiled and recalled with great care: "It is said that evidence is as strong as a mountain, so there is no direct inference of evidence. It is like a shaking building that may collapse at any time. The persuasiveness of stabilizing this foundation is evidence."

"The man was very distressed. Faced with the murderer's aggressiveness, the police's unconfident eyes, the bystanders' teasing voices, he was a little confused, and regretted his rush to stand up and show himself to show himself."

Lin Xu's words made Conan, who was hiding behind the corner, imagine the situation at that time.

"At this time, a girl with short brown hair frigidly broke into the man's sight. She was very powerful. In the same age group, what she knew made people feel suffocated."

Okabata smiled, picked up the paper cup, and it moistened the corners of his mouth with some warm water: "It is said that a capable man can easily be impressed by another capable woman. I think this is a scientific logic and an unchangeable reality."

"The girl used what she knew to help him solve the situation in front of the man and directly found the most advantageous evidence to identify the murderer, so that the incident process that the man had previously told became a fact."

"The bridge between facts and inference is evidence, and the rope when a man meets a woman is like this." Okata was smiling. His smile was not adulterated, because those beautiful things were still clearly clear and happy even after a few years.

Xiaolan couldn't wait to ask: "What happened later? Did that man and the girl fall in love?"

"No." Okabaya smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The reality is that after that murder case, the boy was grateful and asked the girl's phone number, but he was rejected."

"But the man already has her in his heart. Later he found that the two of them were students from the same school, so men always appeared where she was there. Regardless of whether the girl turned around and left, whether the girl cared about him or not, whether her actions were disgusting, the man seemed to have decided that there was such a girl and that he could no longer tolerate other people in his heart!"

Okata's expression casts many memories. He is not only telling stories, but also telling: "Men are very patient. In college, they keep pursuing her and use various methods. In fact, she is not such a cold woman with brown short hair. She will also be amused by men, but she will not easily express her feelings."

"The first time I was laughing at her was in the hallway of the classroom. I said a lot, but the reaction she gave me was just nodding. Because I was absent-minded and the floor of the corridor was very slippery at that time, I fell down. Unexpectedly, she smiled, and she was much more beautiful than when she deliberately cold faces."

A strange thing flashed in Xiaolan's eyes. Looking at Okara, who was mixed with excitement in her, she knew how much her cousin liked that girl.

"She stretched out her hand, and I was helped up by her." Okabaya paused: "Her hands are very warm, not as cold as they look. When she smiled, I knew... People are waiting for such a girl to appear in their lives for the rest of their lives."

Sure enough, this man is Okata. As the whole story is told, Okata has forgotten to change the name and devoted himself to the scene he has experienced.

Xiaolan looked at Okata and asked, "What's next?"

"That time I got my phone number. Under my daily attack, she and I became an enviable couple. Like other men and women, they stroll on the tree-lined paths on campus, and sit on the bench to chat when they are tired. When they are depressed, they always call each other to let each other feel their feelings." Lin Xu smiled slightly, not concealing that happiness.

Xiaolan blinked and said happily: "Cousin, where is she now?"

Okata suddenly fell silent. Under Xiaolan's gaze and Conan's gaze, the smile on his face had already been closed and the gaze of his eyes was buried.

"I remember before telling this story, I told you... this is a story about waiting." Okabata's voice was low, and he raised his head and slowly rubbed the surface of the paper cup with his fingertips.

A drop of water overflowed from the paper cup and flowed round and round between Okata's fingers. He looked at Xiaolan and whispered: "She left me, and she had no choice."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Cousin, are you still waiting for her?" The story took place during the campus period. Now Okabata is a forensic worker who has entered society. Many years should have passed.

"Well, because the reason is very simple. Humans are emotional animals, and all my feelings may be devoted to her." Okabaya smiled and put down the paper cup. He looked at Xiaolan: "If you have to wait for someone, just think about him and think about him, you can follow this feeling and live without slacking off."

Xiaolan looked at Okata in surprise, but her mind kept popping up. Kudo Shinichi was playing football and talking excitedly about Sherlock Holmes, the picture connected to her mind.

"There is a man living in your eyes." Okayama said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan's face turned slightly red and hurriedly concealed: "No, I'm just a little stunned..."

Okabaya stood up with a smile and walked to Xiaolan. Conan, who was hiding behind the corner of the wall, changed his face. Seeing that his cousin suddenly bent down, his eyes widened, he rushed out quickly.

"Xiaolan." Conan exclaimed and rushed out, feeling his breathing was burdened.

He suddenly realized that he was very scared, afraid of losing a woman who was willing to wait for him. No matter how much he liked Sherlock Holmes, no matter how good he was at solving cases and observing...

At this moment, I can't change the feeling that God arranged.

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