[Conan/Through Her] Fairy's Indus

The moment I opened my eyes and saw a middle-aged man tied to a chair being shot to the head, I went numb.

He fell to the ground with a bang along with the chair that bound him, blood splattered everywhere, and the pungent smell of gun smoke spread along with the real and turbid smell of blood.

Everything in front of me was so real and absurd. I felt a spasm in my stomach. I moved involuntarily, and then I was horrified to find that my hands and feet were also bound - using the same binding method as the fresh corpse in front of me. On another chair of the same style as his.

...To be honest, this scene almost made me pee on the spot.

This is not filming! ?What happened?Moreover, my body seems to have become a lot smaller...

Huh?So, isn't this my body?So what should my original body look like?

...No, wait, why can’t I remember anything about myself?Have I lost my memory?who I am? ?

"Ah, little miss, are you awake?" the murderer's smiling voice came from directly in front of me.

...By the way, I still have a murderer who just killed someone in front of me. Now is not the time to leisurely ponder the three major philosophical issues...

Speaking of which, this man's voice actually gave people a gentle and sunny feeling. Surprisingly, it didn't sound like a murderer, but rather it sounded quite nice... No!The point is not that, the point should be that it is Japanese...!

I mean, I at least remember that Japanese is not my native language, but now I can understand it, and it is as familiar as if it is my native language.

I didn't dare to think deeply, so I temporarily suppressed these uneasiness and raised my head to look at the murderer who spoke to me.

He stood in front of me against the light, strong and straight, like a cheetah full of power and graceful lines.There was a bright smile on his handsome face, and his beautiful purple-gray eyes were looking at me with a gentle and harmless look.

I immediately discovered that this person might have appeared in my memory.

I heard myself asking him in a coquettish voice, "Who are you?"

--Etc., etc.

What's going on with my milky voice? ?This kind of milky voice unique to children is definitely not my original voice!This body is really not my body!

So why am I here?Where has my body gone?

Who am I?

A strong sense of disobedience washed over my numb scalp, and I could no longer conceal my panic: "Who am I? Why am I here?"

The other party was playing with his hand/gun, and his face was still stained with the blood that was splashed during the attack. Surprise appeared in his eyes, and he leaned in front of me, held my chin, stared into my eyes and raised his eyebrows: " Oh? You were so stimulated that you lost your memory?"

I stared at him blankly.

Brother!too close!

I smelled his scent.It smells very good and reminds me of sunshine.

"Those guys didn't exaggerate this..." He murmured, with a dangerous regret in his tone, "Your eyes are really beautiful, like a pair of sapphires kissed by God. I almost can't bear to destroy them. .”

It turns out that this body's eyes are blue, and just now I caught a glimpse of her hair color being light blonde, so is this a white girl?

Although I have no memory of the past, I am sure that I am not a child, let alone a white person.

But none of that matters now.

I blinked and asked cautiously: "Do you mean you want to kill me?"

He squatted down and answered me with a smile: "Actually, I didn't plan to kill you. I don't really like killing children. Originally, I tied you here just to scare that guy and see if I could kill you." Pry some information out of his mouth before killing him. But you woke up early. Not only did you see me killing him, but you also saw my face. I have no choice but to kill you to silence you."

I couldn't help but look at the fresh corpse.

Is that so? I was tied here to threaten him.That man is probably the father of my body.

But I have no impression at all.

When I looked at him, I couldn't feel the slightest sadness, and I couldn't even feel the slightest fluctuation in my heart.

I'm probably a ruthless person.

I quickly turned my gaze back to the murderer and said sincerely: "I can pretend that I have been asleep and haven't seen you."

He looked at me with interest: "But why should I believe you? Maybe when the police arrive, you will stab me out immediately."

It seems to be the case.

I rolled my eyes and tentatively proposed plan B: "Then, do you want to raise me?"

The other party raised his eyebrows in surprise.

If there is no rejection, there will be fun!

I continued to promote myself: "I'm very easy to raise. I just need to feed myself. I can do whatever I ask, hit or yell, and I promise to be obedient. For you, there is always some work for a kid like me to do." Is it more convenient?"

He still didn't speak.

Ah, give it your all.

I blinked and tears rolled down my face.I looked at him pitifully with tearful eyes, and said in a long voice: "I don't want to die, brother, please."

He finally curled up his lips: "A kid who is smart, cute, and has good acting skills... It seems to be of some use. Okay, I agree."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he may be disappointed that I am smart...

Probably he will also be disappointed with my acting skills...

...Anyway, thank you to the original owner for your beautiful blue eyes!

"I'll give you half an hour to pack your belongings," he said as he cut the rope that tied me.

This request finally made me think about the environment, and I looked around.

This is a medium-sized villa with ordinary decoration. The place we are in should be the restaurant on the first floor. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, we can see the small garden outside the window, and beyond, the wide and deserted road under the scorching sun.

It's obviously still morning, but is the sun so bright?

Hey, why do I know it's morning?

Seemingly noticing the unfamiliar and confused look in my eyes, he kindly reminded me: "Your room is on the second floor."

I jumped off the chair and didn't notice that the blood in my legs, which had been tied for a long time, was not flowing properly. The moment I felt the numbness in my legs, I secretly screamed, but unfortunately before I had time to react, my body fell to my knees with a pop. In a pool of blood.

The stinky blood splashed all over my body, and the disgusting smell hit my face. The enlarged face of the corpse with a ferocious expression suddenly rushed straight in front of me. I even saw his body through the blood hole with burning marks on his forehead. brain tissue……

This was so exciting that I turned my head and retched, my face covered with snot and tears uncontrollably.

My knee hurt from the fall, and it wasn't until the numbness and nausea slowly subsided that I clumsily climbed up from the ground.

It was so embarrassing.

The murderer stood aside with his arms folded and looked at me quietly.

I wiped my face randomly, not wanting to take another look at the dead or living people present, so I turned around and ran upstairs.

The man's incomprehensible chuckle came from behind.

It was easy to find the bathroom and children's room. I quickly washed off the blood on my body and changed into a clean skirt.It took me some time to find a suitcase from the cloakroom, and after stuffing a few sets of clothes that didn't look that fancy into it, I finally set my sights on the full-length mirror.

Then I saw the surprised expression on the child in the mirror.

In the mirror is a little girl about ten years old. She has long curly hair like a light golden princess, but her facial features are more Asian, and her little face is very delicate.

The most attractive thing about her face is her big sapphire blue eyes. They are not the baby blue or gray blue that is common in white people's blue eyes, but are purer and deeper, like sapphires. An astonishing royal blue.

Full of suspicion, I got closer to the mirror and took a closer look at the eyes, confirming that they were indeed her original eye color and not colored contact lenses.

Hey, are there really human eyes that can be so blue?It’s so fake!

In short, this is a skin that is too beautiful, cute and easy to remember. Looking at her, my mood didn't get much better because her appearance really didn't impress me at all.

I wrinkled my nose and made a face in the mirror, staring at that strange little face that made my skin crawl, trying to get used to it.

I still can't remember who I am... I have completely lost my memory.

To be honest, the blankness of my understanding of "self" at this moment makes me very uneasy.This strong uneasiness even overcame the fear of the corpses and killers downstairs.

But why can I remember them when I have almost completely lost my memory?

The girl in the mirror opened her blue eyes and gave me a helpless look.

When I came downstairs, the man had already washed off the blood stains on his body. He looked at me and showed a bright smile: "It's not too slow."

I looked at the corners of his mouth that were curled up in a daze, and I couldn't help but ask the question again.

"who are you?"

"I am Toru Amuro." He did not ignore my question this time, and even added the settings for me with a smile, "You are my daughter, let's call you...Ruri Amuro. Come on, little Ruri, call daddy." listen."

what?

I stared at him in shock.For a moment, I didn’t know whether I was more shocked by his identity or by the identity he randomly arranged for me.

So this person... turns out to be Toru Amuro.

How is this possible? Shouldn't Toru Amuro be a good person?But in these few minutes, in front of me, an innocent child, how could he look like a good person?

But the most important thing is that I was suddenly asked to call Toru Amuro daddy... what the hell is going on!I……!

"...Dad." The situation was pressing, and after a long while, I took a deep breath and spoke with a wooden face.

But my cheap new dad seemed completely unaware of my fierce inner struggle. He had a bright smile on his face and raised his hand to ruffle my hair affectionately.

...Gentle and sunny, that is indeed the feeling that belongs to Toru Amuro.

His white Mazda was parked at the door of my villa. Toru Amuro opened the passenger door for me one step ahead of me.

I stretched out my hand for the rear seat door, paused, and climbed into the passenger seat obediently.As he leaned over to help me fasten my seatbelt, I smelled his delicious scent again.

That's the smell of sunshine.

At that moment, my fearful heart suddenly seemed to calm down a little.

After he fastened the lock, he touched my head again.

Having calmed down a little this time, I vaguely felt that he probably... wanted to appease me.

I looked at him confused.

In this world, is he a bad person?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Toru Amuro held the steering wheel, driving at a steady speed, and his voice was careless but gentle, "Do you have anything to ask me, Ruri-chan?"

Ruri.

I felt another kind of confusion about this unfamiliar title.

Ruri Amuro, his daughter, is my new identity.

He accepted it quite quickly.

I pulled my gaze back.

"No." I said softly.

There was soothing light music playing in the car. I closed my eyes and began to relax my body and collect my thoughts.

In fact, in the final analysis, the question of "who is he?", including the extended questions of "is he a good guy or a bad guy?" are too trivial in the face of the huge and unsolvable issue of "who am I?" .

For myself, all that is known now is that I have the common sense and knowledge that a normal social person needs to have, including the parts that belong to this body (such as mastering Japanese) and the parts that do not belong to this body.

And the part of knowledge that should not belong to this body gave me a sense of disobedience that has been with me since I woke up.And my intuition tells me that that knowledge is what truly belongs to me.

Other than that, I only have one memory.

It's very funny. I forgot everything about myself, but I remembered a set of comics called "Detective Conan", which was still an unfinished version.And apart from the general plot of the comic book world that has nothing to do with me, I can’t remember much more.

No, no, for me at this moment, the world in Detective Comics is probably no longer a world in comics that has nothing to do with me...

...After all, I just called a man named Toru Amuro daddy...

…I mean, I was supposed to be just a reader of this world.

I didn't belong here, I wasn't supposed to be this little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, but I took over her body and started the story inexplicably with a blank brain that forgot about myself.

In fact, if you think about it from another angle, it is also possible that I am just a sub-personality created by this little girl to escape the reality that she will be killed if her biological father is killed.Everything I knew, including my memory of the comic and the sense of inconsistency I experienced, were all illusions imagined by this little girl.

She may have subconsciously longed for a mature soul to take over her body, face the reality she didn't want to face for her, and deal with the things she couldn't do well for her, so she used her subconscious to create me.

This explanation is indeed more reasonable than the explanation that I am a person from another world who has lost his memory and time-traveled into this little girl's body.

But if that's the case, if "I" is just a sub-personality, if everything "I" knows is made up, then the existence of "I" is completely meaningless.

No one knows me, no one expects me, no one understands me. Maybe one day, I will be quietly obliterated or absorbed by the master personality.

——"Xiao Ruri? What's wrong with you?"

Amuro Toru's voice promptly interrupted my thoughts that were surging with negative energy.

I turned to look at him blankly, only to realize that I had fallen into unspeakable panic, and my face was covered with tears.

He parked the car on the side of the road and leaned over to look at me.

"Have you recovered your memory?"

"No." I answered him blankly in a hoarse voice, "I'm just afraid..."

His tone became softer: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me?"

Yes, what am I afraid of?

I was probably too weak to fall into such a fear of self-denial.

In the final analysis, the question of whether "I" is just a imaginary sub-personality of a child, or an independent soul from another world that has lost its memory, can be solved.

I just need to confirm whether I really know things that this child cannot possibly know, and whether I have mastered skills that this child cannot possibly master.

I should be strong and take the initiative to seek verification.

But at this moment, the desire to talk filled my heart, and I couldn't help but say: "I was afraid just now that I would disappear."

Human beings are lonely animals. Sometimes they don't even know what they are thinking, but they always long for the understanding of others.

Toru Amuro looked at me doubtfully: "Why are you afraid of this?"

"Because I have no memory - and I feel that I should not be this child." I murmured in confusion, "I shouldn't belong to this world, I shouldn't belong to this body, I shouldn't be a child, I shouldn't I have blond hair, and I shouldn't have blue eyes, but I don't remember my original appearance... maybe I don't have my original appearance at all, maybe I'm just a sub-personality created by this child's main personality, and it will disappear soon. .”

Toru Amuro was silent for a while.

"It's incredible," he said softly.

I looked at him doubtfully.

Toru Amuro looked at me and straightened his face: "Although I don't know how far you can understand, I can tell you the information I know about you."

"You are indeed not an ordinary child. You were originally an experimental subject of the underground organization to which I belong. I don't know much about this experiment. I only know that the children who were the experimental subjects all have one thing in common, that is, they all have A pair of beautiful blue eyes like sapphires.”

I asked blankly: "Then, what is the research topic of this experiment?"

"Soul replacement."

"Soul replacement...? But...has the existence of the soul been confirmed?"

Toru Amuro shook his head: "I don't know the specific content. In fact, this research was abandoned by the organization two years ago because there was no progress for too long. The remaining experimental subjects were also destroyed at that time. You He is the only one who was smuggled out and survived."

I stared at him dumbfounded, feeling like I was listening to a science fiction story.

Toru Amuro restarted the car: "The man I killed this morning was the guy who smuggled you out and was also the main person in charge of that experiment. I don't know why he is so persistent with you, and I don't know what he did to you. I don't know what's special about you. He destroyed all the records and was unwilling to say a word even to death. But he did value your existence very much, even more than his own life. .”

Ah...that's actually the case.

Maybe that man can answer my questions, but he is already dead.

Toru Amuro drove into the parking lot of a large hospital and smiled gently at me.

"Anyway, let me take you for a comprehensive physical examination first."