How can I live next to Conan when I vomit blood from time to time?

Xiu Nian was taken away, Conan's doubts could not be explained for a while, Uncle Maori's reasoning was as good as before, Xiaolan couldn't help but feel sad for Xiu Nian

"Sister Xiaolan, why are you sad?"

Xiaolan's sadness was written directly on her face, but even with Conan's wisdom, he couldn't figure out why Xiaolan was so sad.

"Master Xiu Nian is so pitiful. His brother died suddenly, so he entered the temple under an assumed name to find the truth, but in the end he ended up like this.……"

Xiaolan's face was filled with sadness.

She followed Conan, the Elementary School Student of Death, and had seen many murders, but she had never seen a murderer turn himself in.

The murderer who wanted revenge and then took the initiative to accept punishment after the revenge was successful made her start to think more.

What if the case two years ago was not ruled as suicide... What if Xiunian did not choose to do it today, and there was no famous detective present... What if……

"Girls your age just think too much!"

Uncle Maori, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said disdainfully

"That's right, Sister Xiaolan, no matter what the reason is, killing is wrong and he must be punished by law!"

"So that's it……"

Xiaolan tried to smile, and was half comforted, but not completely comforted.

"Sister Xiaolan, don't think too much. It's normal to pay the price for killing someone. And his voluntary surrender will allow him to be released from prison faster and start a new life earlier. It can be considered as good people being rewarded!"

"That makes sense.……"

"Why think so much?" Uncle Maori sighed,"It's a pity that the tire of the car was punctured. I have to pay a large sum of money again, ahhhh!!"

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's your fault that you didn't pay attention to the road when you were driving!"

Xiaolan regained her vitality.

The other side was different.

Hospital, familiar ward.

Fengjian He opened his eyes tiredly.

He was transported directly to the hospital by helicopter. This was due to the relationship with Inspector Megure and the fact that he was also a well-known person in society.

However, the transportation to the hospital was faster, but it didn't have any substantial effect. With a fixed physical fitness of -1, he couldn't die or jump up and down.

In short, he was half dead for a long time.

He just lay there, from the bed to the stretcher, to the ambulance bed on the helicopter, to the operating table, to the bed, and his consciousness remained semi-conscious throughout the whole process.

Oh...

Listening to the doctor shouting about various injections and equipment, he felt as if he was on the verge of death at any time.

He had been rescued several times!

""Kazama-kun?!"

In front of him was his old friend, Dr. Nagai Miishi, who seemed to be doing an examination.

"It looks like you have recovered well. You woke up much earlier than expected, Mr. Fengjian."

Dr. Nagai smiled with a serious face.

But Fengjian He was not happy.

"No, Nagai-kun, to be precise, I have never fainted. I have always been somewhat conscious, including when I was on the operating table."

Feng Jianhe looked exhausted, and his whole body exuded a sense of tiredness from the inside out.

His eyes were half closed, and his eyes flashed with a little fluorescence. His lips were pale, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face, like an orchid that was about to wither in the morning light and was covered with dew.

"You have never lost consciousness? You have always been awake?"

Dr. Nagai understood what he meant and widened his eyes in shock.

"This shouldn't be the case. The brain waves show……"

"I am not completely conscious, it's like I'm in a dream, I can feel the movements outside, but I don't remember much, and I don't have the ability to think."

"Just like just now, I felt you coming, but it was not until I woke up that I realized you were here to check my body."

Doctor Nagai frowned, and called the nurse to connect Kazama Tsuru to the brain wave detector.

He had used the brain wave detector before, but it was on the operating table. When he arrived in the ward, he only connected the electrocardiogram (ECG) detector. After all, Kazama Tsuru had a lot of criminal records.

But now... the brain wave detector was connected, and everything was normal.

Doctor Nagai called a neurosurgeon to see, but he didn't see anything abnormal. After asking Kazama Tsuru, he could only give up and ignore it.

But soon the abnormality appeared.

Kazama Tsuru couldn't sleep.

He was obviously in a very bad state. He was tired, and his heart was tired, but he just couldn't fall asleep. He just closed his eyes to rest.

Doctor Nagai could only prescribe some sleeping pills for him, and he fell asleep.

After the blood congestion in his lungs was cleared, his cough was gone, and it seemed that his tuberculosis-like body was also completely healed, leaving only insomnia.

During this period, Xiaolan and Conan came to see him as often as before, but he lacked energy and was basically exhausted after a few words, so the two did not come to disturb him again.

Uncle Maori also came for the first time, why?……

"Uh uh...signature?"

Feng Jianhe leaned on the bed, and his dizzy head became clearer after hearing this.

"Yes, that’s right. I recently met a beautiful lady, hehehe……"

Uncle Maori laughed obscenely for a long time, and I don't know what he thought of this girl. Then he was shocked by the look in Fengjianhe's eyes when he looked at the obscene man.

"Ahem! Anyway, this lady likes reading. After hearing that I know you, she asked me to come and get an autograph!"

Uncle Maori asked for an autograph in a very tough way, and there was a hint of sourness in his words. He was probably irritated by the fact that a"famous detective" was not as good as a"famous writer".

"The signature is simple."

Kazama Tsuru was very tired and spoke less.

"You can let Xiaolan come. You came here specially.……"

"Uh, um, have you started writing a new book?"

Uncle Maori's words were inexplicable, but Feng Jianhe guessed something.

"Haven't started yet, but are planning on it"

"Ahem, I heard that you will write about the special people you meet in your book.……"

Uncle Maori rubbed his hands.

Fengjianhe understood immediately and smiled gently,"I will write you in, don't worry."

So Uncle Maori happily left with a signed book. Fengjianhe looked at his brisk steps and couldn't help but laugh. His tired heart seemed to be moistened. It's really good to live a simple life...

No matter whether Uncle Maori is really stupid or pretending to be stupid, anyway, just on the surface, this appearance really doesn't make people feel alert, and they feel very comfortable getting along with him.

However, writing a book should indeed be put on the agenda.

Time flies, Fengjianhe has spent most of his time in the hospital, and this time is no exception.

By the time he was discharged from the hospital, the symptoms of insomnia were not so serious, but the sequelae still made him always want to close his eyes and rest.