Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Compared to Yun Xianhe leisurely lying down in the sun, the atmosphere in the room was a bit solemn.

It is not difficult to persuade Yun Xianhe to cooperate with the examination. The difficult part lies in how to get him into a hospital or clinic with examination equipment.

"Take it back to the lab."

Huiyuan Ai raised this point, and then looked at Zhufu Jingguang hesitantly:

"Does he feel repulsive to the lab?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head:

"I don't know. If possible, try to complete the examination at home."

This is very difficult to do, after all, large instruments are very difficult to move and hard to get.

"Doesn't Fuyun Group have a private medical team?"

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang choked and sighed helplessly:

“He asked me why I would build something I didn’t like.”

"..."

Haibara Ai, who originally thought it was just a simple medical consultation, rubbed her eyebrows and felt a little headache.

The patient is not cooperating.

If he were to use force, all the people present might not be enough to defeat Yun Xianhe alone.

Zhu Fujingguang thought about doing it like in the beginning.

While Yun Xianhe was having a high fever and was confused, they carried him directly to the hospital.

But now that the hero has lost his memory, he is on high alert.

Don't even mention carrying the person away.

Just him tiptoeing up the stairs without opening the door was enough to wake the other person up.

"sorry to bother you."

Huibara Ai, who was entrusted with an important task, stood on the outer corridor carrying her small box, with dead eyes, looking at Yun Xianhe lying on the long swing under the tree.

The other party obviously noticed her coming, but had no intention of paying any attention to her.

The Husky, who had just bared his teeth at them, was curled up not far from the swing, playing happily with a tennis ball.

"Yun Xianhe."

The brave man who heard the voice turned over and turned his head towards the other party.

...The fist is hard.

Taking a deep breath, Haibara Ai walked towards the swing step by step under the fierce gaze of Ban Brick, and finally stopped about one meter away.

"Let me examine you."

"No, I'm in good health."

The bandage around his elbow came loose.

Haibara Ai glanced at the wound that was almost healing and frowned slightly.

"I'm not a doctor."

"Ah."

Official communication obviously cannot make the hero want to speak.

"Ah, are you going to spend the whole day with me like this?"

There was no response, and the sound of turning pages was drowned out by the rustling of leaves overhead.

The young man lowered his eyelids slightly, and the shadows cast by the lush treetops blurred all the emotions in his heterochromatic eyes.

Seeing Yun Xianhe's refusal to communicate, Huiyuan Ai took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"I can sense that you hate me. Don't worry, I don't like you very much either. I came here today entirely because of the mission arranged by that guy. ...Also, for the sake of the owl wood carving you sent me."

The last sentence sounded a little awkward.

The hero slammed the book in his hand shut.

The slightly loud voice startled Huibara Ai and she froze. She looked up at Yun Xianhe, who was looking at her with his eyes lowered and a serious look. She couldn't even keep the smile on her face.

There was no killing intent, nor any disgust.

Yun Xianhe looked at the other party carefully, and according to the relevant introduction that Zhu Fu Jingguang had told him privately, he spoke softly:

"I don't hate you, but I don't like you either. Sending gifts is just a social etiquette, because Mr. Guang said we are in a cooperative relationship."

Hearing this, Huiyuan Ai smiled sarcastically:

"Sure enough, you have always been on guard against me."

"If you were stabbed five times, you would be like me."

"……What's the meaning?"

Maybe apples taste better, or maybe the weather is just right today.

The brave man was in a rare mood and shared with the other party the reason for his current attitude.

"That seemed to be the worst. I rescued a man whose experience was almost the same as yours. The only difference was that when I arrived, his anchor was already dead."

Hearing this, Haibara Ai felt cold in her hands and feet.

Yun Xianhe raised his eyes and glanced at the three people who were eavesdropping at the corner of the corridor and Conan who had arrived at some point in time, without paying much attention.

He threw the book in his hand aside casually.

The person who was originally sitting upright now leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking up at the sky in the distance, as if reminiscing:

"I rescued him, gave him help, changed his name, and gave him a brand new life."

"At that time, I didn't like to communicate. Although I wasn't very enthusiastic about him, at least I could call him a friend."

"However, one day five years later, he asked me out for dinner and told me that he knew I was at the scene when his brother died."

Yun Xianhe gave a short laugh when he said this.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes that showed neither sadness nor joy slowly lowered and met the girl's eyes:

"He said, thank you for my help, thank you for my stupid kindness."

"He said he wanted me to see his 'achievements' in the past five years."

The bandaged fingers pressed lightly on the lower abdomen, and then made a circle around the entire abdomen.

The hero looked at Huiyuan Ai who seemed to have no reaction, and slightly curled the corners of his lips, and slightly lifted his lips that did not have much blood:

"He said that the five years of dormancy were for this moment. One year, one cut."

Having said this, Yun Xianhe lowered his body and leaned close to Huihara Ai's ear.

The hero of Doomsday asked softly in his voice that was so flat that it barely had any ups and downs:

"If I hadn't saved your sister, how would you react when you saw me? Would you get hysterical? Would you just laugh it off? Or would you lie dormant like that guy and stab me a few times."

It's like the devil's temptation.

Huihara Ai looked stiffly at Yun Xianhe who sat back down, and involuntarily began to think about the question the other party had just raised.

What would have happened to her if her sister had died?

What kind of life will she lead now?

Fearful? Hiding?

On her wrist, a beautiful jewel necklace was superimposed next to the black bracelet of the 'bomb monitor' that Yun Xianhe had given her before.

It was a souvenir she bought when she went out with her sister a few days ago.

At least Haibara Ai knew that she would never be so free.

Thinking of this, Huihara Ai looked at Yun Xianhe with a complicated expression.

The other party's attitude was exactly as he said.

Don't hate it, don't like it.

The help was for the benefit and for the rest of the friends, not for her as a person.

He was very clear-headed and did not hate everyone who had the same experience because of the hurt he had suffered.

...too sober.

His eyes were fixed on the other person's hand as he picked up the book again.

Looking at the loose, bloody bandage, Huiyuan Ai pursed her lips:

"So are you now emotionally moved by the scene?"

"At best, I feel emotional because it has happened so many times that I have become numb to it."

Having said this, Yun Xianhe stopped flipping the pages of the book.

The wound on the fingertip broke open again after being pressed, and the bright red color was imprinted on the pages of the book, as if it was indicating some cruel past.

Yun Xianhe suddenly raised his eyes, with a polite smile on his face, and said in a very good mood:

"Answer my questions. If you answer them correctly, I will agree to your inspection."

Ai Haibara was suspicious of the other party's sudden change of attitude, but still agreed.

The blood-soaked pages tore easily under the fingertips.

The brave man held the torn paper in his hand, his clear eyes full of divine scrutiny:

"Do you know how to wipe out a person's kindness?"