jdhmnovel Chapter 883 What a great opportunity!
Chapter 883 What a great opportunity!
He stretched out his hands, gently hugged the little Zhenzhi, and patted his thin back gently. "Don't be sad. If there is anything, you can come to me."
A faint smile appeared on Asa's handsome face, and he hugged Kawasho Masashi tighter and tighter.
Zhenzhi's light purple eyes were soaked with tears. She buried her face in his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist.
The young man with red woolly curly hair stroked the back of the boy's head from time to time. The pink and white hair that had grown again after being trimmed was entangled with his bony fingers.
There was a faint smile in his grey eyes, and he seemed to like Kawasho Masashi's current state.
A hint of excitement was quickly hidden by him.
It was quick, fleeting, and not obvious, so Mao Li Ran just thought she was seeing things.
After all, Asa was really worried about Zhenzhi.
Watching a strand of nearly white pink hair slip away from his fingertips, Asa gently let go of Xiao Zhenzhi, held his cheeks with both hands, and wiped away his tears with his fingertips.
Asa had a smile on his face, and as if no one was around, he comforted Zhenzhi with a few words, rubbing his slightly thin cheeks.
"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating well recently?"
Asa's eyes were full of pain.
Xiao Zhenzhi curled his lips and leaned closer to his arms aggrievedly, "I don't like the food here..."
"Is that so... Then I'll cook your favorite dishes and bring them to you later?"
Asa thought about it, then smiled and pinched his cheek and suggested.
Zhenzhi's eyes lit up, "Great, great!"
"That....."
Before Asa finished speaking, Zhenzhi hugged his waist and said in a wronged and coquettish manner: "Brother Asa, don't leave. Stay with me for a while..."
The young man blinked, hesitated for two seconds, and finally tapped his head lightly with a hint of pampering, "Okay."
"Yeah!" Zhenzhi rubbed his chest happily.
Asa touched his head, turned around and looked at the others with a smile, "If you have anything else to do, go ahead and do it. I'll take care of Zhenzhi here."
"Then I'll go over to see Qingyao first."
Qian Zhu, who had been watching quietly, spoke softly at this moment, as if he had simply come to take a look at Zhenzhi, and seeing that he was in good condition, he was about to go see the person he really wanted to see.
Machi blinked and looked at him, "Um... okay."
Qianzhu smiled slightly and turned to leave.
Seeing how Zhenzhi and Asa were getting along, the others left as well. After all, it might seem a bit redundant for them to stay here.
Entering Liu Qingyao's ward, Qian Zhu glanced at the black-haired young man whose breathing was weak and unstable. He took out a few white lily of the valley flowers from the bag in his hand and put them into the empty vase on the bedside table.
Then he just stood beside the bed, looking down at Liu Qingyao.
"Chitake...don't worry too much." Mao Lilan comforted him softly.
Qian Zhu heard this and shook his head slightly, "I'm fine, but..."
He didn't finish his words, just sighed softly, then took out... a stack of invitations from his bag.
There is a dried red spider lily flower under the wax seal on the invitation letter.
This style... Just by comparing it, you can tell that it is Death's work.
Except for Mao Lilan who was a little confused because she did not receive the first letter, the expressions of the others suddenly became heavy, and they stared at the invitation letter in Qianzhu's hand with burning eyes.
Qianzhu handed the letters to them one by one according to the recipient's name on the lower left corner of the envelope, even Liu Qingyao who was in a coma got a copy.
Mao Lilan held the letter in her hand, a little confused, "...Does it include a copy for me?"
"Perhaps everyone who knew of their existence received it." Qian Zhu lowered his eyes slightly and expressed his guess gently and calmly.
"Open it and take a look." Kuno Nayazuki frowned slightly and opened the envelope in her hand.
Except for Chitake and Kitaya Otogo, everyone else took action.
Qianzhu might have opened it and read it when she received it, so it’s not surprising that she didn’t open it again now.
Percy took over the task for Kitayanogo. She opened the envelope, took out the letter, glanced at it, and read out the contents:
"Dear Master Kita Ayane, I will host a dinner on the Tilos ship at 2:29 p.m. on February 5th at the end of this month at Port No. in the South China Sea. I look forward to your arrival.
Please do not refuse in a hurry. I am sure I will see you on the ship that night.
— Gaius. "
Except for the recipient's name and title, the rest of the content is the same.
Conan's heart sank, "Why are they so insistent on having us attend this so-called party?"
Mao Lilan's heart skipped a beat, and she frowned and guessed solemnly: "Could it be that they want to gather all the people who know about the "Death" organization together and then get rid of them together?"
"possible."
Kuno Nayazuki calmly turned the letter over, took a look at the huge Möbius strip printed on the back that took up nearly one-third of the entire paper, then folded it and stuffed it back into the envelope.
"Then what should we do?" Although Mao Lilan learned some information about Death through Kuno Nayozuki, she really didn't know what to do next at this moment.
Should I go to the appointment or pretend that the invitation never existed?
"Let's first see the situation and find out why they are so sure that we will go that day."
Bei Lingyinwu tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingertips, his tone calm.
"Yeah." Kuno Nayazuki responded and reluctantly stuffed the invitation letter into her bag.
Of course, while they were looking at the contents of the letter, the same scene was also happening in the distant safe house No. 39.
The silver-haired boy was lying on the sofa, with his legs casually resting on Gin's thighs. The letter in his hand was placed on his face, covering his entire face.
Gin lowered his eyes to look at the contents of the letter, and with his other hand he held Bertrand's slender ankle, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his anklebone.
What’s rare is that this time Vodka actually received a formal invitation.
In addition, there was a letter on the table, which was addressed to Vermouth.
But she is still abroad now.
Vodka put away the letter in his hand and looked at Gin hesitantly: "Brother, are we going?"
Gin didn't say anything, but looked at Bertrand calmly.
"Go, why not, this is such a good opportunity~"
Bertrand waved his hand, then removed the letter covering his face, revealing an innocent and sweet smile.
After a brief thought, he looked up at Vodka and said, "Please keep an eye on the situation at the South China Sea Harbor."
"clear."
Vodka nodded.
Glancing at the date on the invitation, Bertranci hummed softly, "There's still a month until the banquet..."