The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

"That shouldn't be the case, Sonoko, Mei or he is either with us or attending an event or something."

No time for romance?

Mao Lilan thought so and categorically denied this outrageous conclusion, "And it may not be a gift from a girl. It may be from Hagiwara brother and others."

Thinking of the two adults she met when she sent Xing Hai Mei home yesterday, Mao Lilan became more and more certain of this speculation. Speaking of the two policemen, Suzuki Sonoko was rarely immune to the handsome guy filter. She lowered her eyelids and looked indifferent. She stretched out her voice and said, "They are really quite normal."

"But aren't they both free tomorrow? The same goes for Midorikawa-san. It looks like we're the only ones who can celebrate his birthday this year." Suzuki Sonoko patted the small bag she was carrying and raised her chin. "The gift I bought this time is not like the previous ones. This is something I carefully selected."

"You put a lot of thought into the gift you picked before." Ran Mouri was quite curious about the gift that Suzuki Sonoko had kept secret this time. They used to choose together, and sometimes they would give matching gifts.

"If you're very curious, I can also give it to you..." Suzuki Sonoko pretended to be reserved and waited for her friend to ask her. She winked playfully, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a sharp scream.

“Ahhhh——!!!”

The two girls were startled and quickly leaned out to see what was happening, without even putting the books in their hands back.

"Stand back." The gray-haired boy stretched out his hand to stop their movements. He took a step forward to block the two of them, although he was still shorter than the two girls behind him.

"Mei? What's wrong with you..." Mao Lilan stood closer to Xinghai Mei. She saw the messy hair on the edge of the boy's scarf. Although she didn't know what had just happened, she was inexplicably not so panicked.

The young man turned sideways and pushed the two girls back, using the bookshelf to hide his body. He lowered his head, and his hair covered his eyes and the cold color in their pupils.

There was a robber in a bookstore in broad daylight. The security in Tokyo is really amazing.

"It's a robber, don't move." Xing Haimei may have noticed something wrong when she entered the store. It was an intuition rooted in instinct. In addition, he stayed with Kudo Shinichi for a long time, and noticed that he suddenly looked at something in a trance, so he could realize that there was something wrong.

But he didn't expect something wrong like this.

One, two, ...six.

"I don't have my phone with me. Someone call the police now before they notice this place."

Xing Hai Ya's eyes fell on the gun in the hands of the leading robber, and his head ached slightly. The gun looked really familiar, so familiar that he could tell at a glance that it was the real thing.

The gun that Gin used to shoot at hostile forces was of this model. At that time, he praised the gun for its powerful firepower. Now, if one is not careful, he will be shot into a sieve by this powerful gun.

But why a bookstore?

Even this bookstore is old, and the people guarding the bookstore are only an old man and a young boy, who are not the first choice for robbery. Xing Haiya thought speechlessly, the other party has such firearms, why would they rob a bookstore instead of a bank?

If it was for money, then the robbers felt that robbing a bookstore was more cost-effective than robbing a bank or jewelry store.

But how is this possible?

Unless there is something wrong with the bookstore itself.

Mei Hoshimi noticed Kudo Shinichi coming over from two bookshelves. He gestured to ask whether the police had been called. Mei Hoshimi turned around to look at the two girls, who were dialing.

But in such a quiet environment, the sound of talking would definitely attract the attention of the criminals at the front desk.

Xing Hai Ya secretly looked at the men standing at the front desk. He was not sure for the time being that there were only six of them. This was the number he saw, and none of them were masked.

why?

Are you so blatant, are you sure you can get away with it?

This bookstore is very old. Apart from a surveillance camera at the door, there are basically no other anti-theft measures. Even if there are surveillance records, they probably won’t be uploaded synchronously.

As they were watching, the leading man pulled out a knife and stabbed it into the wooden tabletop, with one-third of the blade sunk in, obviously as a threat.

"Old man, you know what we want." The man had a ferocious face. Facing the cold temperament that obviously showed that he had seen blood and killed people, the old man sitting at the cashier did not react much. He just shook his head to indicate that he did not know.

"Don't be stupid. Where are the things your son brought back two days ago?"

While the man in front was talking, Suzuki Sonoko quickly told the police officer about the situation in the bookstore. There was a tremor in her voice, and she was obviously afraid.

Kudo Shinichi bent over with his hands on the tiles on the ground, listening to the previous conversation and had some thoughts in his mind, but there were too many gangsters, and each of them even had a gun, and they were so strong that they looked like they could beat three at once!

Although Suzuki Sonoko called the police, it was still a question whether the police could arrive here in time. The other party obviously did not take the customers in the store seriously. The scream at the beginning belonged to a mother with a child, but now the criminals have no other actions except that one person pointed a gun at her and the child.

But there is no guarantee that the criminals will always ignore the people in the store.

Kudo Shinichi glanced at the gray-haired boy who was protecting the two girls behind him. His expression was indifferent, but his movements were firm. Because of the distance between them, he couldn't see clearly, and he felt that the guy was even a little dazed.

He ran over after hearing the scream, only to see two girls being prevented from sticking their heads out. The gray-haired boy calmly looked at the situation at the front desk while asking the two people behind him to call the police.

Completely rational.

Although Kudo Shinichi seems calm enough now, he is actually a little unsure.

He had checked when he came over just now. There was no one else in the store except the woman who had just screamed and the four of them. With so few people, it would be almost impossible to resist if the criminals wanted to do anything.

He was only fourteen years old, so of course he was panicked, but not to the point of being at a loss.

But Xing Hai Ya was completely calm. At the same age, the boy who usually made people worry was the most rational at this time.

Kudo Shinichi barely suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and shifted his attention to the current situation. In fact, he couldn't think of any good solution for a while. The difference in strength was too big. Acting rashly was not bravery, but suicide.

Since the other party wants something brought back by the old shop owner's son, it will definitely take time to find it, but if we stay here for a long time, we will be noticed by the police, which is very risky.

Why not ask the old shop owner's son directly? Instead, ask the old shop owner who might not know the whereabouts of such things. The former obviously saves time. Since he rushed into the store in broad daylight, it should be...

It was urgent. I needed that thing so urgently that I would not mind breaking into the store with a gun in broad daylight. Attracting the attention of the police was secondary.

The old shop owner's son should be missing. No, since this group of people knew that the old shop owner's son brought things to the bookstore two days ago, they should have been monitoring his whereabouts.

Then... he must have been killed.

Kudo Shinichi forced himself to think. He looked up and looked around, but he couldn't find any place to hide anything. This store is so small, and there is nothing but bookshelves and books. There is really no other place to hide...

"Jingle Bell--"

The crisp sound of a bell interrupted the boy's thoughts. After he came to his senses, he looked at the source of the sound in shock - the bell hanging at the door of the store, used to remind the clerk that a customer had arrived.

No, why would anyone come in under such circumstances?!