Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

The boy asked a series of questions: "What is your illness? Is it okay? When can you be discharged from the hospital? We will be in the third year of junior high school after school starts. You..."

He knows how hard the girl at the next table studies.

One time she came to school with bruises on her face, and he asked curiously about her. At that time, he knew something about her family.

Her father was a gambler, and his mother wanted to divorce her after seeing his true colors, but the man refused to let her go, and kept dragging on, and the divorce lawsuit was filed twice. They still lived together, often quarreled, and would hit others when they got excited.

She felt that she was dragging her mother down. If it weren't for her, her mother would have run away long ago. She wants to change her destiny through reading and live a good life with her mother.

But now...

The boy couldn't talk anymore, so he changed the subject: "Where is your mother?"

The girl at the next table smiled: "She stayed in the hospital for several days without a bed, so she just fell asleep next to my bed... I finally persuaded her to go home and rest. She will come over later."

She raised her hand, touched her bare head, and made a low sound.

"The treatment sometimes hurts, and I have lost all my hair... Am I ugly like this?"

The boy who likes all kinds of two-dimensional beautiful girls said dryly: "This is for treatment. When you are cured, you will become beautiful again."

He looked at her thin body and asked hesitantly: "You were in pain during the treatment. Did you tell the doctor and your mother?"

The girl at the next table was distracted. When she heard his words, she first said "huh?" and then reacted: "I don't dare to tell my mother."

"She has shed so many tears for me, and I don't want her to feel uncomfortable anymore..." she said with a wry smile.

No one in the room spoke for a while.

"I regret it so much now. I wish I had paid more attention to my health earlier. I had nosebleeds earlier. If I had come to the hospital earlier, I wouldn't have been like this...My mother wouldn't be so worried about me. She keeps watch over me every day. I don't dare to leave for too long, and the new life I finally got has been ruined by me..."

There were no tears on her face and she tried to speak in a calm tone.

The corners of the boy's eyes gradually became wet, and his heart felt heavy. He could hear the rich sadness and regret in her words. He felt sorry for her.

But the boy didn't know how to comfort him at all. He was not an eloquent person, and this was his first time in the inpatient department of the hospital, his first time seeing such a patient, his first time...

At this time, the girl at the next table called him again.

"Tuzi, am I going to die?"

He looked at her, and he saw that her face was even paler than the last time they met that day. She didn't look like a living person, but more like a wandering spirit that had just stayed in the world.

……

The boy left the ward.

His father was wandering outside another ward with a particularly solemn expression. When I saw him coming out, I immediately came over.

"How are your classmates?" his father asked.

"she……"

The boy was stuck for a moment, and after a long time he lowered his head: "She's not very well. She's really seriously ill. She might..."

"…might die."

He spoke very softly, almost forcing it out of his mouth.

His father heard this, sighed deeply, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "Let's go, your mother is still waiting for us at home... Don't tell your mother about this, she is too sympathetic and doesn't like it." Listen to these things.”

The boy felt that his father's hand patted him a little harder than usual, and it seemed to be shaking a little.

But he didn't think much and left the hospital with his father.

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The memory part is a bit long, maybe two more chapters. And it doesn’t have much to do with the plot of Conan. If you don’t like it, you can skip the next two chapters.

Chapter 191 Memory Recovery (Part )

On the first day of school, there was no late self-study in the third grade of junior high school. After school, the boys pack up their textbooks, homework, and new schedules that are full to the brim.

After sorting out his things, he silently put some things that didn't belong to him into another bag.

These are the relics of the girl at his desk.

——On the last day of summer vacation, she died in the hospital. The teacher received the news this morning and asked the boys to help bring all the things she had left at school to her mother.

When the boy put away his summer homework, he flipped through it. The handwriting on it is neat and neat, which shows how seriously it was written.

She is dead.

Thinking of this reality, the boy felt indescribably uncomfortable.

He had been exposed to news of other people's deaths before. He had seen funerals at the homes of unfamiliar neighbors in the community, heard from his parents about the death of distant relatives, and learned from the news where accidents occurred or where casualties occurred.

It seems mysterious, but it happens everywhere and all the time. In the eyes of teenagers and girls in the second stage of middle school, it is even a little cool.

But he didn't feel this way at all now. Only a heavy feeling filled his whole heart, because this was the first time that the familiar people around him, the people who smiled and spoke to him in his memory, died.

Seeing that his classmates were almost gone, the boys quickly picked up their things and left.

He and the girl next door happened to live in the neighborhood next door, and they would occasionally go home together after school. For this reason, the teacher thought he was in puppy love and asked him to talk... It was probably because of this that the teacher asked him to help deliver things.

The boy carried his things and quickly arrived at the community where the neighbor's desk lived.

It's not his first time here. This is an old-fashioned community. When it was built, it was not thought that private cars would roam the streets in the future, and no underground garage was built. As a result, many cars were parked next to the green belt and occupied the aisles.

It's really dangerous. If an accident occurs, it's difficult for ambulances and fire engines to arrive as soon as possible...

With this thought in mind, the boy entered the floor where the neighbor's house was.

This was his first time going upstairs. In the past, he usually sent people downstairs at most. He knocked unskillfully on the door, and while waiting for the door to open, he anxiously thought about how to comfort the other person.

The door didn't open.

The boy couldn't help but knock again. After waiting for a few more minutes, there was still no response.

Is it in the hospital? Or contact the funeral home to prepare for the funeral? She just died not long ago, so her parents must have a lot of things to deal with...

The boy sighed because he had run for nothing and planned to come back on the weekend. Just when he turned to leave, he accidentally glanced at the window next to the corridor and found a crowd of people gathered downstairs.

They all gathered in front of the building, all raising their heads and looking up at the sky, pointing with their fingers.

For some reason, the boy felt uneasy. It happened that someone walked downstairs quickly and passed behind him. He quickly stopped him and said, "Do you know what happened downstairs?"

The middle-aged man who was going downstairs stopped and replied: "They say someone is going to jump off the building!"

"Huh? Jump off the building??!!"

The boys are stupid.

He didn't expect that when he was delivering something, someone would happen to jump off the building here.

Seeing his reaction, the middle-aged man couldn't help but glance at him, then looked at the door number again, stunned for a moment.

"I heard from my wife that she is the woman from this family... Do you know her? Do you want to persuade her? You can go directly to the rooftop from here."

The boy was completely stunned.

……

The boy first called the police and then quickly rushed to the rooftop.

Although it was summer, he was shivering all over, and his hand holding the relics on the next table was ice-cold. Facing the dazzling sunset, he saw the woman who had rolled over the railing.

The person at the next table told him that her mother was beautiful and had a particularly gentle and strong smile.

However, the woman in front of her looked numb, holding the guardrail with one hand and standing there lightly, as if a gust of wind could knock her down completely.

There were other people on the rooftop, and they also came to stop him. They were surprised to see him coming, and one of them even stepped forward to persuade him: "Children, don't come here."

They were worried about him, but the boy didn't leave. He carried something and said, "I am her daughter's classmate!"

The boy got rid of them and finally squeezed to the front. He stood about 2 meters away and did not get closer.

The woman noticed him and her dull eyes stayed on him for a moment.

Those originally beautiful eyes seemed to have regained some of their sparkle.

The boy opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to call her. Would calling her "Mother XXX" irritate her? He knelt down on the ground while she looked at her and opened the bag containing the relics from the next table.

"I...I'm here to give you something."

He took out the test papers and homework books left at school, his hands shaking constantly.

"It's all stuff from her school... This is the paper she took in the first month of junior high school. That time she ranked first in the grade, and the teacher praised her; this is what she did in a classroom simulation test, and some of the questions on it were over the top. She still did it all, she really... worked really hard..."

"And these, this is her composition from last summer's Chinese language homework..."

He spoke incoherently.

The white paper was coated with a layer of red under the setting sun. He looked at the article and read out a specially separated line of text.

"...She said she loves you very much."

She wants to live happily with you.

Having said this, the boy saw the woman in front of him smile at him, vaguely remembering the gentle look described by the table next to her.

He felt happy and stretched out his hand to her: "Auntie, come down quickly and live well. Don't..."

However, before he finished speaking, he heard a voice downstairs.

It was unclear whether the voice was male or female, whether it came from a young man or an old man. It was too ordinary, just the kind of voice that occasionally reached my ears while walking on the road.

"Jump!"

After one voice, a series of voices sounded.

"If you feel like it, just jump down! We're all waiting to see!!"

"Jump! Jump! Jump!"

“You don’t dare! Hahahaha——”

Someone was laughing below.

Obviously he didn't know what happened, and he didn't know what kind of tragedy the people above him had experienced, so he started to make fun of him, and more noises were heard.

At this moment, the boy felt dizzy. This is obviously a rooftop, so far away from the ground floor, but the sounds coming together are so deafening.

Whether it was due to excessive anger or fear, his brain was buzzing. He couldn't say a word, he just looked at the woman subconsciously.

She ignored the voices and said to him: