A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

In the hospital office, Matsushita Ichiro had just pulled up the CT scan of the patient in room 412. His glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and he was staring intently at the computer screen like two old curtains hanging there.

There was a double knock on the door. The person knocking was polite, but it didn't seem like a formality. Matsushita turned around, but before he could say "Come in," the door was pushed open at a ninety-degree angle.

Jiang Jin strode into the office, exuding a chilling aura. His height and imposing presence seemed to lower the ceiling. Matsushita was deeply impressed by this young man who had tripped him up at the hospital ward door.

If it weren't for the blond guy next to him, Matsushita would have thought he was about to get punched. He jumped up from behind his desk, his knee slamming against the drawer with a loud bang.

Jiang Jin glanced at Matsushita, who gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his knees, his voice hesitant and barely audible: "Sir, is there...is there something you need?"

Jiang Jin didn't say anything, but turned around and closed the office door. This action made Matsushita even more nervous, as if Jiang Jin had closed not just the office door, but his own lifeline, causing Matsushita to keep glancing towards the door.

"Doctor." Jiang Jin said, walking towards Matsushita Ichiro. As soon as he moved, Matsushita floated backward. Jiang Jin moved forward again, and Matsushita floated again, almost floating out of the window. "Stand there!"

Matsushita shuddered and immediately pinned himself to the spot. Jiang Jin then walked to his desk with satisfaction. He glanced at the CT scan on the computer screen, then leaned against the desk and asked, "What is the specific condition of the patient in room 412? Please tell me, doctor."

"Turns out they're just here to ask about the patient's condition. I was terrified!" Matsushita Ichiro thought to himself, sweating profusely. He had thought they were going to cause trouble for the medical staff.

Matsushita straightened his white coat, stood up straight, and began to memorize medical records. But as soon as he finished one, Jiang Jin interrupted him coldly: "Speak like a human being."

“Uh…” Song Yi choked up, then quickly organized his thoughts and started speaking again, afraid that Jiang Jin might shove the mouse into his mouth if he got upset.

But the more he spoke, the more Jiang Jin's face fell.

As the conversation progressed, Matsushita began to show fear again, his voice growing softer and softer until Jiang Jin glanced at him with downcast eyes and asked in a chilling tone, "Are you done?"

"I've finished speaking, sir." Matsushita thought to himself, "What if he's going to attack me now that I've finished speaking?"

However, Jiang Jin simply took a deep breath, his calmness almost eerily unsettling. He patted Matsushita's shoulder, nearly knocking Matsushita out of his wits: "Okay, thank you, doctor. Please take good care of the patient in room 412."

Matsushita nodded repeatedly. Not to mention that this was his responsibility, he had heard that when the patient was sent to the hospital, the hospital director specifically instructed him that the patient had a relationship with their big boss.

Jiang Jin forced a smile: "Doctor, do a good job. When the patient recovers, I'll give you a banner that says 'Miraculous Healing Hands'."

Matsushita didn't understand what "miraculous healing" meant, but a banner probably meant gratitude, right? But what about the second half of the phrase? If the person wasn't doing well, wouldn't they have to send a wreath?

The door closed, the wind ruffling a corner of his white coat. Matsushita sat down, his back already soaked with sweat. He looked back at the CT scan on the computer screen, this time even more intently. After all, he could do without the banners; his life was more important.

In ward 412, Furuya Rei was unaware that Jiang Jin had not left directly but had instead gone to the attending physician's office for an "inspection."

He sat by Matsuda Jinpei's bedside, staring blankly at the monitoring equipment.

Looking at Matsuda Jinpei lying on the hospital bed, Furuya Rei suddenly thought of the other three people: Kagemitsu, Kenji, and the class representative. Now, with Jinpei added to the mix, they had all gotten into trouble.

"Is this what Duyago always said, 'Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years'?" Furuya Rei chuckled self-deprecatingly, as if he were talking to Matsuda Jinpei, but also to himself. "This is the first time I've seen that guy Jin run away. That guy, you can get along with him by scheming, and he can accept it gladly. But when you're sincere like this, he runs away instead."

In the hospital corridor, Jiang Jin left alone. Just as Furuya Rei had said, he had indeed run away. Looking at Matsuda Jinpei's appearance and hearing the doctor's description of his injuries, Jiang Jin felt he couldn't accept this kind of feeling.

He was destined to leave, so apart from his group members, Jiang Jin kept his distance from everyone here. Fortunately, most people were the same; the relationships and interests between them were mutual, and there was a proper balance between truth and falsehood, which was good.

Only Matsuda Jinpei, back in the snow mountain incident, Jiang Jin knew that the other party's sincerity was a heavy burden for him. In Jiang Jin's view, if Matsuda Jinpei had actually said something to Rum, he would feel much more at ease.

But this person stubbornly endured it.

Alright, once I get him back from Rum, I'll just avoid him from now on, Jiang Jin thought. With time, all feelings will fade.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The passenger door was opened, and Bin Jia got in, complaining, "My injury hasn't healed yet, why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

Jiang Jin glanced at him sideways: "It's just a little scratch? A grown man, so delicate?"

"What do you mean by 'just a scratch'?" Binga pointed to the bandage still on his face. "I almost got disfigured!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm going to deal with Rum. Do you want to or not? Just say the word." Jiang Jin said directly. Binga replied, "Yes. If I don't do it now, am I just waiting for him to come back and cause me trouble? Do you have a way to get rid of him once and for all this time? I've already offended Rum to death."

[Ooka Main Residence]

A black sedan drove out of the Ooka main house. Iori Muga stood at the entrance of the main house, watching Ooka Momiji leave for school. Only after the sedan was out of his sight did Iori Muga prepare to start his day's work as a butler, as usual.

He paused as he turned to leave, then took out his phone from his pocket. The number displayed was unfamiliar. After a moment's hesitation, Iori Muga answered the call.

"Hello, Mr. Butler!" The voice on the other end of the phone was both familiar and alarming to Iori Muga. He didn't answer immediately, so the voice on the other end spoke again, "Why aren't you saying anything? That's very rude."

Iori Muga twitched his lips before saying, "Excuse me. Is there something you need, Master Amamiya?"

"I remember Iori-kun owes me a favor, right?"

"Please wait a moment," Iori said, then walked to a secluded spot in the garden before continuing, "So, what does Young Master Amamiya want me to do?"

Jiang Jin chuckled, the sound as cool as snake scales brushing against the skin: "Can Iori-kun act?"

Iori Muga frowned slightly: "Acting?"

"Let's meet in person; it's hard to explain over the phone."