Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1267 Extra: A Date After the Organization's Demise

One day after the organization was destroyed.

At six o'clock in the evening, a layer of tangerine light still hung on the horizon of Tokyo, and the neon lights on the streets lit up one after another, as if someone had casually scattered a handful of stars.

Yuya and Shiho Miyano walked side by side down the street. Yuya was carrying two plastic bags and wearing an owl baseball cap on his head—Shiho Miyano had just bought it from the store and insisted that he wear it.

Shiho Miyano lowered her head to tidy her wind-blown hair, her gaze drifting as she spoke, "I'll only feel at ease if you wear it."

"I'm not a child." Yuya smiled faintly, simply raising his hand to press down the brim of his hat, trying his best to cover his face.

Shiho Miyano looked up, her gaze fixed on him.

Yuya lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes involuntarily drawn to it.

Today, Shiho Miyano wore a snow-white tulle dress with the hem just covering her knees, and a pair of dainty leather shoes with delicate, jade-like toes. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and a lace hair clip was pinned to her temple.

She was so clean and pure, like a girl next door who stepped out of a movie, so innocent that you couldn't take your eyes off her.

After the organization's threat disappeared, she no longer needed to pretend and was able to reveal her true self.

Seemingly to match her outfit today, she had put on makeup, softening her somewhat aloof and cold demeanor into a gentle tenderness that made one want to lean down and kiss her.

"You look so beautiful," Yuya whispered.

Shiho Miyano blushed slightly, quickly lowered her head, and mumbled something under her breath.

Yuu leaned closer and whispered, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"It's nothing!" Shiho Miyano suddenly looked up and stared into Yuya's eyes, saying, "Speaking of which, when you bought strawberry milk at the convenience store last week, it seems like three girls surrounded you and asked for your autograph, shouting that they wanted to have your babies, and they almost overturned the shelf."

Yu was taken aback and quickly explained, "I bought coffee, not milk."

Shiho Miyano narrowed her eyes, her gaze somewhat dangerous: "Is the focus the coffee or the milk?"

Yuya nodded seriously: "Of course it's important. You didn't even remember what I bought, which means you don't care about me."

Shiho Miyano was stunned. She was the one questioning Yuya, so how did it become her fault now?

Her mind was a little confused, her lips moved slightly as if she was organizing her thoughts, and after a long while she finally said, "The important thing is—three girls, okay!"

Yu shrugged, the bag in her hand rustling softly. "I don't know them."

“I know!” Shiho Miyano’s voice rose a little, then immediately lowered again. “Hmph! You’re very famous now. You can find your fans anywhere on the street.”

On the contrary, after shedding her identity as a member of the organization, she became more and more like an ordinary high school girl.

Yu sniffed. Destroying such a behemoth as the Black Organization had further enhanced his reputation as a famous detective. Now, the entire country of Japan knew that a high school detective was the biggest contributor to the destruction of such a massive criminal organization.

Even some foreign intelligence organizations know of his existence.

He glanced at Shiho Miyano's puffed-up cheeks, feigned surprise, and said with a smile, "Are you jealous?"

Shiho Miyano snorted and said in a muffled voice, "No!"

Yuya smiled slightly: "Really not?"

Unable to argue with Yuya, Shiho Miyano reached out and pinched a piece of flesh on Yuya's waist with her fingers, then twisted it forcefully.

"Let me teach you to talk, let me teach you to talk!"

Yu also gasped in pain, her eyebrows twitching, and she arched her back, about to groan, "Okay, okay, it was my fault!"

Shiho Miyano didn't let go, but she also didn't twist anymore. She pouted and asked, "What did I do wrong?"

Yuya pretended to think for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Um... what did I do wrong?"

Shiho Miyano laughed in exasperation and tightened her grip even more.

Just then, two passersby brushed past each other.

"Ouch!" Yuya suddenly cried out, "No~"

Shiho Miyano paused, immediately noticing the sharp, piercing stares from passersby. Her face flushed crimson, and she muttered under her breath, "What are you yelling about!"

Yuya said pitifully, "Honey, let's go back and... okay? We're on the street, people will see us!"

The two passersby exchanged increasingly suggestive glances, and Shiho Miyano even heard one of them mutter a sigh, "Hey, these young people these days... they're really getting carried away."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for her to hear.

"Shut up!" Shiho Miyano glared, but dared not make any further movements, fearing that Yuya would say something inappropriate again.

Yuya chuckled and gestured with his chin forward: "We've arrived."

Shiho Miyano looked up and saw a movie theater, which was also their destination.

A movie trailer was playing on a loop in the glass display case. Yu glanced at it; it was a romance movie.

"When did you start liking to watch this?" Yu asked, somewhat puzzled. "Shouldn't you be watching something like 'Einstein's Glorious and Troubled Days'?"

Shiho Miyano glanced at him sideways but didn't answer—why did she, Shiho Miyano, need to explain to Yuya Kamiya what movies she watched?

Without receiving a reply, Yuya looked at the movie synopsis again. It was a story about a man searching for his lost memories and then finding the girl he loved. The reviews were very emotional.

He couldn't help but ask, "Did you choose this movie because you wanted to see me moved to tears?"

"You can cry?" She turned her head, her lake-blue eyes neither smiling nor cold. "Can a rational creature like a detective, so rational to the core, be made to cry by a romance movie?"

He wiped his nose with the back of his hand: "What are you saying? Biological beings and detectives are human too, they can be moved, okay?"

Shiho Miyano smiled and looked at Yuya with expectant eyes: "Then I really want to see you cry with emotion."

The wind swirled the fallen leaves, making a twirl right at my feet.

He stared at her profile—the neon glow left a pale golden outline on her face, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes was as thin as a needle.

Yu also reached out and gently touched her wrist.

"What?" Shiho Miyano glanced at him in confusion.

You didn't speak, but leaned closer, close enough to smell a faint fragrance of jasmine, and carefully examined her expression—the latter leaned back slightly, her ear tips quickly turning red, as alluring as agate.

He said seriously, "I want to confirm if you are real." Normally, Shiho Miyano would never say something so playful.

Wait, isn't this Shiho being cunning again? Yeah, she's definitely being cunning.

Shiho Miyano froze for a fraction of a second, then turned her face away, her expression as cold as a refrigerator door: "Did you get your brain caught in a door?"

"No," he suddenly laughed, "it was because you squeezed it."

Shiho Miyano was stunned for a few seconds before she finally understood the meaning behind Yuya's words. Her cheeks flushed crimson, all the way to the roots of her neck, and she gritted her teeth and cursed, "You pervert!"

Yu also smiled, her eyes crinkling, but her smile was extremely lewd.

Shiho Miyano couldn't help but roll her eyes—okay, now she looks even more like a thug.

When they arrived, the movie hadn't started yet, so they bought two Cokes, a big bucket of popcorn, two pieces of dark chocolate, and a bag of dried mangoes before getting their tickets and taking their seats.

The cinema wasn't crowded; only a few couples sat scattered around. The lighting was dim, and the background music was piano, as soft as breathing.

"This isn't like watching a movie, it's like going to a supermarket." Yu grabbed a few kernels of popcorn and stuffed them into her mouth. She had already bought quite a few things at the convenience store, but ended up buying some more at the counter.

There's nothing I can do; those snacks just smell so good.

"Movies are containers for emotions, and snacks are seasonings." Shiho Miyano inserted the straw into the cup, took a small sip, and felt a strange sensation as the cola bubbles burst in her mouth—she still preferred coffee.

"What movie did you watch last time? You were eating beef jerky and crying, and your snot was all over your sleeves."

"That was touching! By the way, did you take a picture of me without my knowledge?"

"It's just recording." Shiho Miyano's tone was calm, showing no remorse for being caught taking photos. "Inhalation frequency, tear gland response, facial muscle contraction are all valuable data."

Yu rolled her eyes. So you're treating me like a research subject? She took a few kernels of popcorn and held them to her lips: "Try a bite and write a review."

She glanced at him, didn't look away, opened her mouth to eat the popcorn, and then lightly licked it.

Feeling the soft warmth on her fingertips, Yu felt her heart skip a beat—was this woman doing it on purpose or unintentionally? This is dangerous!

Neither of them moved.

After a while.

“…It’s quite sweet,” she said softly.

"The popcorn you're talking about... or my fingers?" Yuya asked knowingly.

"It tastes good." Miyano Shiaki had already read the off-topic answer and felt that it was inappropriate, so he added, "I meant the popcorn."

She lowered her head, biting the straw tightly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes—every time she teased Yuya, seeing his shy yet feigned composure, she felt a secret joy mixed with embarrassment.

Even though they are—in Yuya's words, an old married couple—they still feel their hearts racing.

However, she knows that it is these occasional jokes that keep the relationship fresh and vibrant.

Anyway, it always works very well, and Shiho Miyano herself enjoys it.

The theater went dark, and the music surged in like a tide.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Yu took out a box of ice cream from the insulated container and opened it.

Shiho Miyano reached out her hand.

You didn't say anything, but just glanced at her: "Didn't you say that cold food is bad for your stomach?"

"My stomach is fine."

"..." Yu remained silent, and could only place the ice cream in her hand into her palm.

But Shiho Miyano pulled her hand back: "I almost forgot—you can't eat anything cold for the next few days."

He froze, then remembered that Shiho Miyano's cycle seemed to be in the last few days.

He was furious: "You did this on purpose? You teased me all the way here, and just now you deliberately licked my fingers, making me distracted, and now you're telling me I can't eat iced food?"

Shiho Miyano's lips curled up slightly as she glanced smugly at Yuya: "You can't even remember my birthday, which means you don't care about me at all."

Yuya's forehead went black as the boomerang she had just thrown hit her right back, but she still argued, "But those days fluctuate by a few days, unlike our boys' periods which are always on time."

Shiho Miyano was taken aback: "What is 'uncle-in-law'?"

Yuya said in a serious tone, "Actually, just like girls, boys also have a few days each month when they feel unwell."

Shiho Miyano remained silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and asked cooperatively, "Just like you said, boys change their diapers every year?"

Yu nodded seriously and earnestly: "You're right."

Shiho Miyano rolled her eyes. As a PhD in both medicine and biology, she knew Yu was talking nonsense, but she was willing to play along.

"So, since you're changing it this year, did you make an appointment in advance?"

"The appointment is done."

When to change it?

"About 7 days later, and then I will need to rest for about 20 to 30 days."

"···"

Shiho Miyano fell silent. This time coincided with the period when her relatives were not present. Was this a deliberate act of revenge against her?

"I was wrong," she whispered.

Yu leaned closer and said, "What did you say? Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you clearly."

Shiho Miyano brought her mouth close, her breath sweet as orchids: "I said... Awoo!"

She opened her mouth as if to bite, and Yu was startled, leaning back sharply—only to see her lips curl into a triumphant smile.

"..." Okay, it seems he lost again.

What can we do? Just spoil her.

Yuya reached out and found Shiho Miyano's small hand, which she grasped tightly in return, their fingers intertwined.

Neither of them spoke again.

The movie begins.

The starry sky slowly rotates on the screen, and the male protagonist finds the last missing piece of memory in the ruins—a mint wrapped in a candy wrapper.

In the audience, someone gasped softly.

Miyano Shiho didn't cry, and neither did Yuya.

A detective and a scientist won't be moved to tears by a mere romance movie.

It's simply because their experiences are more absurd and unimaginable than any movie script.

Shiho Miyano turned to the side and gently rested her head on Yuya's shoulder.

You didn't move, but simply rubbed her chin against the top of her head.

The popcorn was still crackling, the ice cream was empty, and the cola was bubbling away.

The climax is here.

The male protagonist put the candy in his mouth, tears dripping onto his palm: "It turns out it wasn't my memory that made me remember you... it was my own willingness to hold onto every moment with you."

The theater went completely dark, leaving only a beam of blue light that gently fell on her eyelashes.

Shiho Miyano pulled a mint from her pocket—cool, refreshing, and with a familiar sweetness.

She secretly bought this at the convenience store when Yu wasn't looking.

He held the candy wrapper between his fingers and brought the candy to his lips.

"Open your mouth."

He looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, and said nothing. He simply opened his mouth and put the candy in it—as if in retaliation for Shiho Miyano's earlier actions, Yuu deliberately licked it with the tip of his tongue.

"Ah!" Shiho Miyano exclaimed softly, quickly withdrew her hand, straightened her back, and sat down as if nothing had happened.

After a moment, Yuya's gaze, which had been fixed on her, made her exposed skin feel hot. He tried to change the subject: "How does it taste?"

"Sweeter than a movie."

"But it's not as sweet as yours."

Every moment with you is the sweetest.

She didn't answer, burying her head even deeper: "...Idiot." Her voice was soft and cheerful.

He smiled, pulled his arms around her shoulders.

The two nestled together quietly, just like the couple in the movie who found their memories and reunited with their lovers.