Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

It was easily seen through...

But why did Mr. Guang think of aphasia?

The arrival of the doctor interrupted Zhu Fu Jingguang's questioning.

After a series of examinations, it was found that there were no other problems except a coagulation disorder and slight blood loss.

The doctor glanced at the medical records in his hand, then glanced at the silent boy on the bed, and softened his tone:

"Just take a good rest and you'll be fine. Just be careful not to get hurt on weekdays."

Seeing that the doctor was about to leave, Yun Xianhe reached out and carefully tugged at the corner of Zhu Fu Jingguang's clothes.

Your cat is making a request to you.

Zhu Fujingguang instantly understood what the other party was thinking, pursed his lips and took a deep breath:

"Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Hearing this, Jinpei Matsuda turned his head in disbelief.

He heard that the guy on the hospital bed vomited blood this afternoon.

Don't stay and check again tomorrow.

In a flash, he remembered that Yun Xianhe was silent about the people with PTSD in the hospital. He sighed lightly and turned his head away so as not to see it and not to be bothered.

It was also the first time that the doctor heard such an urgent request to be discharged from the hospital.

He would rather recommend that the other party stay in the hospital for observation, and the wound on his hand is likely to become inflamed, which means that he is likely to have a fever in the second half of the night.

The brave cat carefully tugged at the corner of the breeder Mr. Guang's clothes with a pitiful expression.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who always felt that he was hallucinating the airplane ears on the other person's head, closed his eyes and said with a very disapproving expression from the doctor:

"We're going to be discharged."

"Okay. What a strange patient. Could he be a fugitive?"

The doctor who just walked out of the ward muttered to himself.

Yun Xianhe, who had a keen ear, heard what the other party said, but was too lazy to care about it.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe was about to step on the ground with his bare feet, Zhu Fu Jingguang grabbed his calf.

The cat, whose movements were restrained, felt guilty for a moment and smiled ingratiatingly.

"Stop laughing, you look silly."

"???"

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the man who was in disbelief but unable to speak, and the smile on his face was a little bit evil:

"What's the saying you have there? 'No one will come even if you shout at the top of your lungs.'"

"..."

Mr. Zhen Ping, this is not how you should use this sentence.

After changing his clothes, the brave man rushed out of the hospital as quickly as possible.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was following behind him, was terrified, fearing that the other party would suddenly fall down like he did at noon.

Matsuda Jinpei complained with his half-moon eyes:

"How does this look like a patient?"

The brave man who heard the voice turned around and made some sign language gestures to him.

The two people who didn't understand were silent for a while, and Zhu Fu Jingguang praised:

"Xianhe is really all-round."

"Hey, Guang, you are spoiling your child now."

"Hahaha……"

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled bitterly helplessly and did not make any excuses.

It was my first time raising a child, and it seemed like something was wrong.

"Go home, Xianhe, don't run around."

Yun Xianhe is unable to speak now, and the danger level of this state is comparable to the time when he couldn't hear before.

The brave man stepped out of the hospital gate and stood on the curb, pointed at the snack bar opposite that was open 24 hours a day and turned back to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang eagerly.

Mr. Guang, who was ‘highly expected’, chuckled:

"hungry?"

Mmmmmmm!

The hero, who had already missed two meals, nodded frantically.

The other two just felt that the person who couldn't speak at the moment seemed inexplicably well-behaved.

"Eat less, go back to sleep, and eat after you wake up. Okay?"

Seeing Yun Xianhe nod, Zhu Fu Jingguang turned his head to look at Matsuda Jinpei:

"Matsuda, come along too. It's my treat."

"Oh - I'll be polite then! We should invite that Hagi guy too."

"…Are you sure about this time?"

Seeing Matsuda Jinpei take out his cell phone, Morobushi Keimitsu also looked at the time.

Very well, it’s almost four in the morning.

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

·

More than half an hour later.

Matsuda, who was familiar with the other party's house key, led Jingguang and Yun Xianhe into Hagiwara Kenji's house.

"Hagi, Hagi?"

"Hmm...ah? What's wrong, Jinpei?"

Kenji Hagiwara, who was still in a dream the previous second, subconsciously responded when he heard Matsuda calling him the next second.

The half-opened eyes were full of confusion, and the voice was slightly hoarse:

"Dream...Xiao Zhenping? Is that you?"

"I brought you breakfast."

"Ah? Ah...what? Who? Good morning..."

A sleepy person obviously can't process so much information.

In the living room, Yun Xianhe, who had already started eating, watched as Hagiwara Kenji walked out of the bedroom, staggering behind Matsuda like a wandering soul.

The other person was like a big long-haired cat, and after sitting down, he leaned limply against the back of the chair.

Matsuda placed a large pile of food in front of Hagiwara with a wicked smile, and even considerately (? ) stuffed a bun into his hand.

Hagiwara Kenji ate two mouthfuls in a daze, then looked up at the clock on the wall with his eyes half closed - 04:53.

Look around the dining table again.

It was normal for Xiao Zhenping to know his key and come in.

It was a bit strange that Hiro came to his house.

...Is that Xiaoyun? ?

No, wait, why are they in their own home? ?

"Xiao Yun? Aren't you in the hospital? Are you discharged so soon?"

Yun Xianhe, who was showing off his meat buns, nodded randomly.

The person whose brain was trying to turn on the computer rubbed his face twice and finally opened his eyes completely.

"…So what are you doing?"

"Have breakfast."

Matsuda spoke with such confidence that Hagiwara Kenji choked and said "Huh?" in an uncertain tone.

Zhu Fujingguang on the other side considerately (?) handed over a cup of instant soup:

"Xianhe wants to eat something, and Matsuda said he would bring you some."

"…Wow—thank you for thinking of me like this, Jinpei-chan."

The man who had slept for only about four hours in total happily (?) put his arm around Jinpei Matsuda's neck and gave him a love punch in the stomach.

"You're welcome!"

Matsuda grinned and stuffed the meat bun in his hand into Hagiwara Kenji's mouth.

"Really, you bastard. I'll forgive you because the breakfast tasted good. So, is Xiaoyun okay? Was she discharged from the hospital in the middle of the night?"

Kenji Hagiwara, who had heard some things from Matsuda before, looked at Yun Xianhe.

The latter nodded and quickly made a few more signs.

Seeing this scene, Hagiwara Kenji was stunned and said with a smile:

"Xiao Yun, you can wait until you swallow the bun before you talk."

"He can't speak. I suspect he has aphasia."

“…Huh? Did it suddenly become like this??”

When asked, Yun Xianhe spread his hands, half lowered his head, and covered his heart with both hands, looking very pitiful.

"Heartache?"

Kenji Hagiwara tried to interpret it.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting opposite the dining table, waved his hand, pointed at his throat, then pointed at Matsuda, and finally grabbed the clothes on his chest with one hand.

A large-scale 'you gesture and I guess' scene.

Hagiwara Kenji, who didn't know what happened to these people in the hospital, made a bold guess:

"Xiao Zhenping laughed at you for being unable to speak. Were you sad to hear that?"

"Huh?! There's no way I would do something like that!"

"Hahahaha, what's the reason?"

Kenji Hagiwara, who skillfully dodged Matsuda Jinpei's sneak attack, looked at Morobushi Kagemitsu.

The latter glanced at Yun Xianhe, who was very energetic, and didn't know how to explain for a moment.

Could it be that Yun Xianhe was really scared by their actions when he just woke up?

Yun Xianhe saw what Zhu Fujingguang was thinking at a glance, reached out his hand, patted the other person's shoulder, and made a mouth shape:

It's not your problem.

"Were you injured while rescuing Hattori and the others?"

The brave man made a cross with his hands in front of his chest.

Several people asked a few more reasons, but they were all rejected by Yun Xianhe one by one.

In the end, because Yun Xianhe seemed unwilling to speak, his inexplicable loss of voice became one of the incredible events.

After breakfast, the few people parted ways.

Perhaps because he was forced to get 12 hours of sleep, or perhaps because of the disease "insomnia", Yun Xianhe seemed very energetic.

After repeatedly assuring himself that he was fine and persuading Zhu Fu Jingguang to go to bed, Yun Xianhe entered the locked room upstairs.

The white silk cloth hanging on the easel was torn off.

The brave man stood motionless in the morning sunshine, looking expressionlessly at the painting that had been drawn long ago, and his previous conjecture was confirmed.

...Sure enough, it is not clear in reality.

The faces of the people in the paintings, even his own, now seemed blurry to him.

The friend whom I could recognize at a glance in my dream, now in this world, I can’t remember his appearance at all.

Those obscured faces were all blurry and distorted even if I tried hard to recall them.

…Ha, it’s okay.

The brave man carefully touched the outlines of the people on the screen with his fingertips, lowered his eyes and murmured silently,

It's just that you can't see it for the time being.

The mark on the heart was temporarily obscured by traces of another world.

But it does not matter……

There are still 152 hours left.

it's OK.

…It’s just temporary loneliness.

Aren’t you used to it a long time ago?

So it's okay.