Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 235 The Story of Conan and Weiyang
Mihua Town, Black Crow General Hospital.

This day is a dark day, because death has come.

"Hey, I got it." Conan ran to the Boy Detective Team with small steps, "It's room 503."

If he remembers correctly, this doesn't seem to be a single room. That fellow Fu Jiang saw that Uncle Mao Li couldn't afford the money, so he drove him to live with others.

It's too realistic, this man.

"Yo Xi, visiting a sick dog~" Yuan Tai clenched his right fist and raised it high.

Several children ran to the elevator in a hurry, and waited politely for everyone else to enter before walking up.

Genta clamped Conan's armpit with both hands, and lifted him up so that Conan could press the button.

"Genta, you can press it yourself, can't you?" Ayumi looked at Genta suspiciously.

Genta didn't just want to find an excuse to hug Conan, did he?

"No, because it's Conan." Mitsuhiko speculated: "He must want to press it by himself. If Yuantai doesn't hug him, he will jump up and press it. It has always been like this."

"That's right." Yuan Tai patted his chest, "As the head of the regiment, I will definitely give in to Conan."

"Hehe." Conan Banyueyan laughed dryly.

Who told him to be a high school student? Even if he is smaller, it still feels weird to ask a child to press the elevator for him.

The elevator stopped, and after the other passengers leaving on the same floor rushed out, several children came out unhurriedly.

Yuan Tai went to the door of room 502 and knocked on the door, then pushed the door and walked in, hehe said with a smile:
"It's too shameful to fall down the stairs!"

"And it's for Yoko Okino's concert." Mitsuhiko covered his mouth and smiled.

"Uncle Mori, you must be careful when you go downstairs." Ayumi also smiled with enthusiasm and concern.

"Wulu Sai, a bunch of brats, it's not your turn to teach me." Kogoro, who was resting on his arms, turned his head, "Anyway, you are going out to play, so why don't you take a look at me?"

"Hihi~ That's right~" Conan mentioned the football in the net, "We just stopped by to see you."

"Conan is going to the park to teach us how to play football soon~" Ayumi took Conan's words.

Mori Kogoro's expression froze, "Tch, I got it, I got it, then don't bother and go quickly."

At this moment, an old man on the bed next to him smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you just drop by. If someone comes to see you, it means that you are remembered in my heart."

"Hey." The young detective team cheered together.

The old man's expression became a little lonely, "A lot of people came to see me when I was first hospitalized, but not a single one came recently."

Having said that, the old man looked at the man on the other side of the bed, "Am I right? This gentleman."

The man in this bed was even more miserable than him. Since he was hospitalized, no one had come to visit him.

"Hmph." A man with a skin color barely half as good as Heiji's, with symmetrical eyebrows and mustaches on his lips, turned his body away, leaving everyone with a head back.

"This person is really cold." Kogoro complained.

"He was carried to the hospital on a stretcher last week. It seems that he was seriously injured because of a car accident." The old man introduced.

While chatting, the door of the ward opened, and a middle-aged man with glasses walked in with a small husband's mouth.

"Oh, good husband." The old man's eyes lit up.

"Well, Dad, I'm here to see you." The middle-aged man with the same mouth and husband as the little husband had a scorched complexion and a slightly stooped figure, like a social animal that had been oppressed.

After he handed the old man the medicine prescribed by the doctor, he watched the old man drink the sleeping pills in the water together.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Gong didn't come?" the old man asked after drinking the water.

Liangfu's back stiffened, his lips trembled, "Xiao Gong, she... She and her classmates went to the skating rink to skate, and there is no free time."

"That's it. I miss my little granddaughter a little bit." The old man said with a smile, his words were full of regret.

"That can't be helped." Liang Fu regained his composure, "Xiao Gong just loves to play."

He turned around and poured another glass of water for the old man, while secretly staring at the bearded man on the other bed.

Conan frowned suddenly, the uncle's eyes seemed a little strange, like malicious?

what happened?Did those two people know each other?
Mustache also felt the coolness on the back of his neck, and turned his head, "Hey, uncle, what are you looking at, ah!?"

"No, that's not right, I'm sorry." Liang Fu broke out in a cold sweat.

Mustache closed the curtain, blocking his sight, and lay down again.

"Speaking of which, good husband, have the robbers who robbed your bank last week been caught?" the old man asked.

"Ah? Ah, no, no, no." Yoshio took a while to react and replied.

"A robber?" Conan smelled the smell of blood, broke through the water and rushed to the prey, popping out a bloody mouth.

"Yeah, it seems like a group of large-scale robbers. Not long ago, they cut off the bank's security system, broke into the bank with sophisticated equipment and guns, and robbed one billion yen in cash. They are quite capable. .”

The old man smiled and relieved Conan's curiosity.

"How many robbers are there?" Conan continued to ask, looking at the bank employee, Yoshio.

"I, I don't know, I was too scared and hid under the table." Yoshio said in a trembling voice, as if he was still afraid until now.

"It's really worthless." The old man picked up the glass and took a sip of water.

If Fu Jiang is here, he can't help complaining in his heart.

Hey, uncle, you are too calm, don't tell me that when you were young, you were with Pisco, the group who robbed banks, robbed trains and bombed amusement parks.

"Is that so?" Conan thought while pinching his chin.

"Okay, don't ask this or that." Kogoro knew the nature of this kid Conan.

Worried that he was curious and started running around, trying to find the traces of the robbers.

It's okay if you don't find it, but once you find it, the excellent equipment alone is not something a kid like Conan can handle.

"Okay, let's go then." Conan shook his head and stopped thinking about these things.

"Let's go, oh yes, don't forget to find a wheelchair for me and take me to the hall downstairs. I'll watch Miss Yoko's show when it's three o'clock!"

Kogoro yelled at the backs of the Detective Boys.

Through the bug under the bed, his voice was accurately transmitted to the ears of a bald man wearing headphones.

……

After leaving the ward, Conan followed the excited young detective team along the corridor to the hall.

The children happily talked about what one billion yen could buy, and where the robbers might be.

Then the conversation turned to fun in the park.

Conan walked silently behind them with his pocket in his pocket, without joining the conversation.

He suddenly felt a touch of sadness.

Over time, he seems to have become more and more integrated into this small group.

Unknowingly, he has adapted to Conan's call.

Being called Shinichi seems to have been a long, long time ago.

Did he really go back?It has been a long time since the last time I came into contact with that organization.

If it goes on like this, what should he do?
Will he continue to live as Conan like this?

Unknowingly, the BGM of Lan's Resolution sounded in his mind, and it became Ke's Resolution.

The sad Conan stopped in his tracks, and the Boy Detective Team, who was getting farther and farther away from him, became the back of Shinichi.

If time continues to pass like this, will Xiao Lan be willing to wait for him to grow up?
Or, compared to him who has been missing for a long time, Fu Jiang who has been by her side is a better choice?
Conan raised his right hand and grasped the atrium. How should he express his soreness?

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted, and he slowly looked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall.

With long silver hair covering her shoulders, a woman in a men's black tuxedo stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows,

Raise your hand and stretch out your five fingers to touch the reflection on the window.

The dim red eyes, which were like rubies but seemed to have lost their luster, stared blankly at the reflection, as if the person reflected was not herself.

Conan's pupils gradually dilated.

That's grappa! ?

Why is she here?

Seemingly aware of the gaze behind her, the woman turned around slowly, and Conan's gaze met with some dim red pupils.

(End of this chapter)