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"Fujiwara-kun, Uncle toasts you!"
In the Ōkyō family mansion, Ōkyō Naoto raised his wine glass and magnanimously downed the wine in one gulp.
Fujiwara Hiroshi seemed to pretend he had a low alcohol tolerance, only drinking a little and not much more.
Actually, Fujiwara Hiroshi had a very good alcohol tolerance. Sometimes, he even drank wine during missions.
But in daily life, he would control his alcohol intake. If too much alcohol entered his body, it would affect his brain's ability to think, which meant he was not taking his own life safety seriously.
For this, Ōkyō Naoto also didn't care. He pulled him over, asking about his well-being and showing overflowing affection.
The old master of the Ōkyō family also joined the banquet, but he didn't say much, merely passing the position of family head to his son, Ōkyō Naoto.
And the old master once again solemnly thanked Fujiwara Hiroshi.
"Fujiwara-kun, this is you making a name for yourself in Kurotoki again."
Ōkyō Naoto, whose face was slightly flushed from drinking, said with a hearty laugh.
Fujiwara Hiroshi chuckled, "I don't care at all about making a name for myself. As long as Miss Hong Ye is fine, that's what matters. Oh, right, why isn't Miss Hong Ye at the hospital?"
Beside Fujiwara Hiroshi, Ōkyō Hong Ye had one leg still bandaged in plaster. This proud young lady looked at Fujiwara Hiroshi with eyes as soft as water.
Hearing Fujiwara Hiroshi's words, she said softly, "I don't really like the hospital environment, and there's a doctor and enough medical equipment at home, so I plan to recuperate quietly at home."
Fujiwara Hiroshi thought for a moment. Indeed, with the wealth of the Ōkyō family, these medical conditions were never lacking.
This time, Fujiwara Hiroshi became a sensation online again. The scene of him saving someone who jumped from the fifth floor was coincidentally captured by a kindhearted person and spread online.
Once, when Fujiwara Hiroshi was in the library, he defeated a group of extremely vicious thugs using Taekwondo techniques.
Therefore, his heroic act this time did not cause a huge stir, but he was wildly praised by people.
At this moment, Fujiwara Hiroshi was already equated with titles like 'hero' and 'chivalrous' in the hearts of many people in Kurotoki.
This was very beneficial to his own election campaign.
When the elections are held this year, perhaps he can even try to become a council member of Tokyo.
Fujiwara Hiroshi's biggest disadvantage was his young age, and these actions helped him become a moral model, creating a positive image from the ground up.
"Fujiwara-kun, it's not early today. Just stay at my place."
After three rounds of drinks, Ōkyō Naoto urged Fujiwara Hiroshi to stay.
Fujiwara Hiroshi thought about it. There was nothing much to do back at the Fujiwara home, so he agreed.
The Ōkyō family's mansion occupied a considerable area, not smaller than the Fujiwara family's. It was a massive estate.
Even because the mansion was built relatively recently, many of its furnishings were newer, lacking some of the ancient charm, but it was more in line with the aesthetic tastes of modern people.
Fujiwara Hiroshi was assigned an independent room to stay in.
The room had a Japanese structure, but its furnishings were very modern. Various electronic appliances and furniture were all available.
When he had nothing to do, Fujiwara Hiroshi also liked to surf the internet, watch videos, or read the news.
This time, the actions of the Kyoto Police were not slow. In a very short time, they had tallied the casualties from the explosion at the TV station building.
A total of four dead and five seriously injured. The number of deaths was a bit more than expected. This news about the Kyoto Police was not good.
And these deceased were not burned to death; they just happened to be killed by the explosion within the blast radius.
In addition to this, Arizuka Kensuke and the death of his secretary were also taken seriously. With the help of Kogoro Mouri and Heiji Hattori, two renowned detectives, sufficient evidence proved that they were the suspects in this incident.
It was just that since the suspects were dead, the police might never know the reason why they did such a thing.
And in Arizuka Kensuke's secretary's computer, the police also confirmed that the one who killed them was a person in black. This was also Conan's deliberate exposure to the police, hoping to use the police's power to investigate the black organization.
Naturally, although the Kyoto Police launched a massive search, they found no trace of the person in black.
By eleven o'clock at night, Fujiwara Hiroshi was preparing to turn off the lights and rest.
He finished washing up, lay down on the bed, and turned off the light. Not long after he closed his eyes, he heard a sound from the door.
"Who's there?"
Fujiwara Hiroshi suddenly opened his eyes, his hand grasping the pistol beside his pillow.
"It's me, Hong Ye."
"Miss Hong Ye?"
"Hmm."
"Is something wrong, so late?"
Hearing it was Ōkyō Hong Ye, Fujiwara Hiroshi tucked the gun further away.
"Can I come in and talk, Hiroshi-kun?"
"The door's unlocked, come in."
As Fujiwara Hiroshi's words fell, the room door was gently pushed open. Ōkyō Hong Ye, dressed in a bathrobe, limped inside.
Fujiwara Hiroshi turned on the bedside lamp. In the soft yellow light, he could see that Ōkyō Hong Ye's tea-colored hair was slightly damp.
"Did you just take a bath?"
"Hmm."
"Your leg isn't healed yet, how did you manage to bathe?"
Fujiwara Hiroshi asked with concern.
"I felt sticky and uncomfortable. But I didn't actually bathe; I just had a maid wipe me down."
As she said this, Ōkyō Hong Ye imperceptibly locked the room door. She then limped to Fujiwara Hiroshi's side and sat down with difficulty.
"Miss Hong Ye, why did you come here so late?"
Fujiwara Hiroshi opened his mouth to ask.
"Just call me Hiroshi-kun."
"Hong Ye?"
"Mm."
A slight curl played on Ōkyō Hong Ye's lips. She was a little shy, then she immediately put on a solemn expression.
She took a deep breath and said, "Just now the Kyoto Police called me. They said my teacher's body was found, hidden in Hyakuyosho."
"My teacher disappeared five years ago. I never thought he had already been murdered. My teacher's corpse hasn't even grown cold, and I, his disciple, feel indignant. I actually waited this long for the Hyakuyosho, who killed my teacher."
"Now that my teacher can finally be laid to rest, I also feel relieved."
Fujiwara Hiroshi smiled, "This is all thanks to the Kyoto Police."
Ōkyō Hong Ye fell silent for a moment. Then she suddenly said, "The president of Arizuka Kensuke and his secretary, you killed them, didn't you?"
Fujiwara Hiroshi was startled for a moment. His mind raced as he asked, "Why do you think that?"
"I don't know either; I just have this intuition." Ōkyō Hong Ye shook her head.
Fujiwara Hiroshi observed carefully. He saw no fear or dread in Ōkyō Hong Ye's eyes. He thought for a moment and then said, "That's right, I killed them."
Anyway, even if Ōkyō Hong Ye were to tell others, no one would believe it, so Fujiwara Hiroshi didn't mind telling her.
"Why did Hiroshi-kun kill them?"
Ōkyō Hong Ye was indifferent to the deaths of Arizuka Kensuke and the others. She even secretly rejoiced, not only because she knew Fujiwara Hiroshi's secret but also because she was delighted by Fujiwara Hiroshi's frankness.
In that case, she should keep his secret even more.
"Because they harmed someone important to me. Under Kurotoki's law, those two would definitely be sentenced to death. Arizuka Kensuke's family owns quite a bit of property. It's very likely they wouldn't spend more than a few years in prison before getting out."
"Since the laws of Kurotoki cannot provide justice, then I can only take justice into my own hands."
Fujiwara Hiroshi said frankly.
"Someone important..."
Ōkyō Hong Ye's heart pounded furiously. The person Fujiwara Hiroshi spoke of was her.
And Fujiwara Hiroshi's words spurred Ōkyō Hong Ye to gather all her courage. She raised her head and said earnestly and firmly, "Hiroshi-kun, I like you."
Fujiwara Hiroshi's brow twitched: "Because I saved you?"
"Is it wrong for a woman to like her hero?" Ōkyō Hong Ye retorted.
If handsome, then offer oneself. If ugly, then be a cow in the next life.
Fujiwara Hiroshi chuckled inwardly.
He said aloud, "Hong Ye, do you know about the suspension bridge effect?"
"When a person walks across a suspension bridge nervously, their heart can't help but pound faster."
"If, at this moment, you happen to meet another person, she will attribute the increased heart rate caused by this tense and stimulating situation to a physiological reaction generated by being attracted to the other person, and thus feel affection for them."
"Hiroshi-kun, are you trying to say that my liking for you stems from the suspension bridge effect?"
Ōkyō Hong Ye, though a high school student, possessed enough scholarly knowledge to immediately respond.
"That's right, this liking you feel now is actually the suspension bridge effect," Fujiwara Hiroshi said.
Ōkyō Hong Ye, however, was very firm about this: "No, liking is liking. Even if this is the so-called suspension bridge effect, I like you right now."
"Hiroshi-kun, this is the first time I've been moved. The first man I've truly liked. I will like you for an entire lifetime!"
A girl's first love always harbors the most beautiful illusions about love.
"For a lifetime... that's too heavy."
Fujiwara Hiroshi was speechless.
Ōkyō Hong Ye stood on one leg. She suddenly untied the belt around her waist. As her bathrobe slipped to the floor, her naked body appeared before Fujiwara Hiroshi's eyes.
Her skin was tender and translucent, her waist slim and delicate, especially the proud undulations that made Fujiwara Hiroshi utterly certain that Ōkyō Hong Ye possessed a fullness that matched her age.
One of her slender legs still had a plaster cast, while the other beautiful leg was fair and smooth, especially luminous against the snowy white. Her good leg was still wearing a sock, making it even more tempting.
Fujiwara Hiroshi was a normal man. He couldn't help but feel a little restraint. He said in a deep voice: "Hong Ye, given my status and your status, I cannot give you a promise."
Fujiwara Hiroshi absolutely could not marry into the Ōkyō family, and Ōkyō Hong Ye absolutely could not marry into the Fujiwara family. This was determined by the status of their two families, and it was simply incompatible.
Ōkyō Hong Ye insisted, "I don't care about that. I'm also prepared."
She slightly turned her head, biting her moist lips, and said seductively, "Hiroshi-kun, my leg is inconvenient. You have to be gentle."
Fujiwara Hiroshi, as a normal man, would not hesitate at this moment.
He demonstrated his tenderness through action.
He gently laid Ōkyō Hong Ye on the bathrobe beneath him. She closed her eyes, her long, seductive eyelashes fluttering. Under soft gasps, the two entangled themselves.