Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

My ears were filled with the sound of chirping and humming.

When Rum opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a cold operating table in a hospital gown.

His hands and feet were bound with leather straps, and his entire body was spread out in a half-spread shape.

It was dark all around.

The only light source was the surgical light above his head, which was so bright that he squinted his eyes uncomfortably.

Rum subconsciously wanted to call for help, but then found it difficult for him to even open his mouth.

...Oh, yes.

He was injected with unknown drugs and has become a vegetable.

No wonder I can’t feel my hands and feet.

After losing the initial anger and the ability to lose temper,

Rum was calmer than ever before.

The old killer who had walked calmly through the bloody storm for half his life had never thought that

One day I will end up like this.

He thought he would die in an operation or be assassinated by someone.

Those who are luckier will die of old age.

Maybe the boss will develop a successful drug before he dies, so he won't have to die.

The only thing he never thought was that he would be made to suffer a fate worse than death.

The man, who was completely unable to move, lay there with a stern face, thinking about all sorts of things.

Perhaps the shock of becoming a vegetable was too severe for Rum to notice anything was wrong.

after awhile.

Rum, who had freed himself from the thought of becoming a useless person, finally remembered a question.

Why was he strapped to the operating table?

Da da da……

It seemed to be a response to his thought.

A second sound besides his breathing came from the empty room.

The light sound of the heels of leather shoes hitting the ground showed that the other person was in a good mood.

Rum tried to turn his head to look over, but it was in vain.

Fortunately, the owner of the voice did not make him wait too long.

When the boy with white hair and red eyes appeared in his sight, Rum's pupils shrank, and then a strong hatred surged in his heart.

This person! This is the person!

Could it be that he tied himself here? !

Unlike Rum, whose breathing became heavier but who was unable to speak.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be in a 'good mood', the boy smiled and said softly:

"Guess what I brought you?"

The slender arm was raised, and a scalpel with a cold glow appeared before his eyes.

The bony fingers twisted the knife lightly, as if to show him how sharp it was.

"Do you like it? I just picked out a new one specially."

The boy smiled innocently.

Under Rum's angry gaze, the other party gently pressed the tip of the scalpel against his heart.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."

laugh,

A killer who has been licking blood from the tip of a knife for half his life can easily distinguish the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

Something is leaking from my heart.

The bright red color splashed on the boy's fair cheeks, making his red eyes look charming and cold.

The other person's hand movements were very light.

Rum seemed to feel the cold blade slowly stirring into his heart.

But the voice of the demon holding the sharp blade is so gentle.

It was like the mumbling of the abyss, forcing its way into my brain.

"Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The white-haired boy lowered his head suddenly.

Rum could see the pair of red eyes shrouded in shadows emitting a strange light.

The other party seemed to be satisfied with the fear in his eyes, and grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth:

"Soon you won't feel it anymore."

"?!"

He will die, he will die!

No! He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die yet!!

Didi didi! ! ! !

"what happened?!"

"My heartbeat suddenly quickened!"

"Hasn't he become a vegetable?!"

"Hold him down! The needle is still in!"

There was chaos in the laboratory.

On the hospital bed, Rum suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the doctors wearing masks and goggles surrounding him, and shouted angrily:

"who are you?!"

The experimenter who was about to give the other person a sedative paused.

He looked up in disbelief:

"Rum? You recovered?!"

Rum, who was about to struggle to escape, froze.

He took two deep breaths, reached out and tore off the oxygen mask on his face, and looked fiercely at the doctor who had just spoken:

"What did you call me just now?"

"Lord Rum, this is all arranged by that Lord."

The man who had just escaped death glanced warily at everyone present.

When he saw that there were two researchers he had brought here, he let out a long breath.

Was it just a dream?

It's so true.

Wait a moment,

He has recovered, does that mean...

Was that some vegetative medicine fake?

No, the paralyzed feeling I had at that time was not fake.

In other words, this drug can indeed cause such consequences, but it actually has a time limit? !

That kid was lying about the 'rest of his life'!

In just one day, Rum was forced to experience the feelings from fear to anger to despair.

The person who felt he was being fooled was furious and couldn't stop cursing:

"Damn it! Damn that white-haired kid! Damn that black-robed guy!"

"Calm down, calm down Lord Rum!"

Seeing that Rum was going crazy, the researchers surrounding the bed took a step back.

The attending researcher looked at the infusion tube flying up and down along with the other person's arm, and subconsciously raised his hand to adjust his goggles.

"Lord Rum, the needle will fall off."

"roll!"

"That lord asked us to take good care of you."

After hearing this, Rum did not yell at them anymore, but just gritted his teeth in anger.

Seeing that he seemed to have calmed down, the other researchers were still in the mood to take notes.

Most of the people who can participate in this plan and come here to work are not afraid of death.

You can even say that they are all crazy.

There is something wrong with my brain - I am obsessed with medicine and research to the point of madness.

For example, now, rather than being killed by the other party, they are more curious about:

Why can a person whose physical condition was like a vegetative state when examined two hours ago suddenly wake up?

Is the medication no longer effective?

What was the reason for the brain wave fluctuations and the drastic changes in the electrocardiogram just now?

Dreaming?

Could dreams be a way to break free from the drug's control?

Does the drug's primary function affect the brain or other organs?

Countless unknowns...

It's really... so fascinating!

The researchers looked at Rum almost greedily, and at the instruments that were still connected to each other and could display data in real time.

Rum, who was filled with anger, did not notice the strange looks from the people around him.

In a place he couldn't see - in the one-way observation room next to the laboratory.

An experimenter looked at Rum, who was still not very strong but was indeed full of energy, and took out his cell phone and dialed the number.

"Sir, Rum is awake. Moreover, his vegetative state seems to have disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

The voice on the other end of the phone rose a few notches.

The boss glanced at the time on the clock hanging on the wall, then looked at the time when he received the video yesterday.

18 hours. Exactly 18 hours.

He temporarily vacated Rum's position, arranged the personnel to take over, and ordered them to be sent to the laboratory.

Even had someone draw several tubes of blood from him,

Just to study the 'vegetative virus' and see if they can perfect their own experiments.

Now you tell me, he's fine?!

When he sacrificed his rest time, mobilized a large number of people, and dealt with so many troubles? !