Was that really that fast?
Fujino looked at the little girl in the distance, who seemed like a ghost, and grumbled inwardly.
He had just finished talking about how Night Watchmen divided yin and yang, and now one had come right up in his face.
Did I not deserve any dignity, you damn ghost?
"Um... that looks like a little girl, right?"
"Come to think of it, wasn't the ghost from the rumors supposed to be a little girl?"
"Could that really be a ghost?!"
Watching the little girl in the distance wave at them, the girls' faces all turned pale.
Even Sonoko, who usually looked fearless, had frozen after seeing an actual ghost...
All that could be said was...
Could you let go of my arms first?
Still, that scene in The Wandering Swordsman where someone used a human-shaped hand warmer was pretty realistic. They really were warm, after all.
Momiji had felt it before, and Sonoko was like water in a sponge—if you squeezed, there would always be some...
No, why am I thinking about this?
Fujino glanced from side to side at Sonoko clinging to his left arm and Momiji holding his right, silently roasting himself.
He felt like he was turning into some kind of lecher.
After coughing, he moved his arms, which were trapped on both sides, and reminded them, "Anyway, no matter what it is, can you let me pull my hands out first?"
"Oh... oh!!"
The two froze for a moment, then snapped back to their senses and released him. Their faces reddened in embarrassment. After exchanging a glance, they hurriedly looked away, like little girls who had done something wrong.
"Stare..."
Ai Haibara lowered her eyelids, giving him a deadpan look. She withdrew her gaze and asked flatly, "So, is that really