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Author: Shuliu

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The bartender nodded in an unknown way, "Yes, even a day or two will be recorded."

"What about those who came on stage temporarily?" Conan continued to ask in disbelief. He clearly heard what they were talking about "photos of the performance". If it was not a resident singer, then there could only be photos left after they came on stage temporarily. Only such ones would not be left in the record.

"Temporary on stage?" The bartender shook his head in confusion, "I have never met anyone who came on stage temporarily." He frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Zhongdao told me that a group of college students came here to perform on stage five or six years ago, but why did you ask this?"

Conan faced his questioning gaze, pretending to be ignorant, and continued to ask, "Do you know what school they are from?"

"I didn't say this, but I remember he said he had left two photos here..." The bartender touched the back of his head, bent down and groped for a few small grids next to him. He remembered that one of them was specially designed to leave photos of tourists. "Finally found it!" He opened the drawer in surprise, but when he saw only a few scattered photos inside, he was a little confused.

"It's strange. There's only such a little bit in the past few years. Could it be that they were all taken away, right?" He thought of the previous example of Zhongdao taking photos, and couldn't help but think.

However, this was convenient for them to find it. I couldn't figure out the reason. The bartender's eyes wandered between the photos for a while, and soon found the two pictures he wanted. There were several people pulling various instruments on it, just like the one in the middle of the road. It looked like a commemorative photo taken in a concert hall, completely different from other photos.

"…?" Conan quietly leaned behind him and also followed his eyes to see the photos. At that moment, he suddenly felt that he had read it wrong. Why would a performance in a bar look like this?

But even so, he still looked over carefully. The person in the photo was a college student, and it was most likely a club. The only one who would bring musical instruments with him was a music club. They probably had plans to perform outside, so they brought inconvenient instruments when traveling.

The music club of the university, five or six years ago...

But the most important thing is the name of the university. If you don’t know which university it is, even with these clues, it will still be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Do they have no club marks? He searched everywhere in the two photos, trying to find any unique marks that could illustrate their own...

But finally found... his eyes stopped on the instrument bag of the two people in the corner of the photo, which had a strange map pattern on it.

This is the only marker that is likely to have clues.

"By the way, this place is not open to outsiders!" The bartender realized this afterwards. He quickly put down the photo and pulled Conan and walked outside. "And children can't go into the bar! Your parents are really, their children are not optimistic..."

Seeing that his thoughts were about to continue, Conan broke free with a little force in his hand. Before the other party could react, he rushed out of the bar. When the bartender reacted, he could no longer see the figure.

"What a strange kid." After frowning and muttering, the bartender returned to the place just now, pushed the drawer of the photo back, and prepared to go to the locker room to change his work clothes, but when he turned around, he did not see that there was a person leaning at the foot of the table on the other side of the bar and hearing all their conversations.

He closed the door at the end just now, so it was a little late. I didn't expect to meet a child.

——I wonder what my future children will look like?

The bartender was fantasizing and heading towards the direction of going home.

However, I have to start finding my next job, otherwise I may not even have enough milk powder in the future.

I don’t know what Zhongdao did, so I will call you tomorrow to ask.

But he never had the chance to ask again.

——

"elder brother."

It was already early in the morning when I returned to the hotel. Yukitsuki didn't expect to see the person who appeared at the entrance of the hotel.

"Xiao Yi? Why are you standing here?" Yukishizawa's heart tightened, and his right hand unnaturally hid back, fearing that the other party would notice what he had just done, "I just turned around."

“… Come in first.”

Sighing indifferently, Yuki Yoshiki stood up from the wall that was leaning against him, holding on to his somewhat slid hat, looking at Yukitsuzawa with only regret and no blame.

No blame...

This added another layer of panic in Yukisawa's heart. Did Xiaoyi know or not? If she knew, why didn't she blame him? If she didn't know... why would she feel regret?

Although he would not regret his actions, he became even more scared when he saw the different performances in Yukimuro Iru's imagination.

Following Yukiyui's pace, Yukiyuzawa found them heading towards the helicopter elevator in the hotel's underground garage, which made him more sure that Xiaoyi's idea of ​​knowing his whereabouts.

"Xiao Yi, I--" He accelerated two steps, intending to say anything, everything is good, as long as he could make her... But when he walked in front of her, Yukimuzawa couldn't say anything.

All the quibbling and concealing words turned into stones and blocked his voice.

The indifference on her face already explained everything.

"...I'm sorry." He could only say that.

He did not regret removing a person who knew Xiao Yi's past and present, and also connected the two. Even if that person would probably not expose Xiao Yi's true identity, as long as there was such a slight possibility, the person would not be able to survive.

He didn't move Conan because Belmode made sure that she would keep it secret with his and Ran Mouri, but this was just a little bartender. Yukimurozawa also clearly understood that his thoughts could never be said to Xiaoyi.

——Even if they all know this.

"Don't say sorry to me, brother." Yukio-yi gently pushed him away, his tone without a slight fluctuation. She was ready for everything from the time she decided to implement the plan.

Gin said, and he told her: "It's a dead end."

What she has to face in the middle is a world that is completely opposite to hers.

Everything she cherished in the past is just the cheapest existence here, she had known it for a long time.

She met Yukimurozawa's panicked gaze and told him word by word, "I just feel a little regretful."

Unfortunately, such a person died so peacefully and inexplicably.

"I have a task tonight, and I need to go back to Tokyo now." After walking a few steps forward, Yuki I turned the conversation and pressed the elevator button at the same time. She looked at the display screen that the elevator was coming down, and her expression was as usual, but she was still so cold.

——Just like Gin.

Yukimurozawa, who realized this again, finally woke up. I don’t know when they were becoming more and more like.

It wasn't that shipwreck, he lowered his eyes and told himself in his heart that it was the snow mountain.

———

Let me explain here that my brother is not a good person from beginning to end!

Although he was a little stupid, this stupidity was relative to high IQ.
Chapter completed!