The Split-Actress in Conan's World

The ambulance whirred all the way to Beihu Central Hospital.

The nurses pushed the stretcher and rushed to the operating room.

However, before suturing the wound, they also have to check the physical condition of Chiyoko and Shiratori to confirm whether any internal organs are damaged to prevent mistakes during the operation.

Chiyoko pursed her dry lips, stretched out her hand and grabbed in the air, and touched a cold little hand.

He couldn't see it, but he knew it was Haibara Ai.

"sorrow......"

He called her name in a restrained and gentle voice.

Haibara Ai understood what he meant from his furrowed brows.

The secrets of his brain cannot be discovered.

So Huiyuan Ai immediately called the doctor in front of her and said, "Please don't do a CT scan on him. He has an alloy skeleton implanted in his body."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't imagine that such a young child would have an injury that required a steel bone implant, but his medical qualities made him come to his senses quickly and he nodded.

Huihara Ai patted the back of Chiyoko's hand to reassure him, then leaned over to whisper in his ear, her warm breath blowing on the side of his face: "I'll be waiting outside."

Chiyoko's fingers moved, and finally she let go of her hand.

The lights in the operating room came on.

Haibara Ai sat alone outside the door. The iron chair in the corridor was a little cold. She hugged her hands and rubbed them back and forth, but didn't feel any better.

It is often said that the walls of hospitals, not the domes of churches, have heard the most prayers.

She looked down the long corridor and saw many people who looked like family members pacing back and forth, or like her, sitting quietly in chairs with their hands clasped together.

Haibara Ai was silent for a while, recalling the scene when Conan was shot a month ago.

At that time, she felt very upset, and the scene of Conan's ineffective rescue kept appearing in her mind. She felt that if such bad news really came, she might despair, so she borrowed Chiyoko's terminal to run data to distract herself.

But now, as she watched Chiyoko being sent into the operating room in a different posture, she could no longer see the scene in her mind at that time.

She dared not think.

She didn't even dare to distract herself, for she was afraid that if she wasn't paying attention, God would take the boy away. So even though Chiyoko's belongings were in her custody, she had no intention of picking up the terminal.

She lowered her eyes slightly and saw the obvious cracks on the terminal screen.

She didn't want to see the same cracks in its owner.

The hospital was not quiet. Occasionally, there were low cries or violent but weak curses. Huihara Ai could see the sad looks on those people's faces, and the silent support between them.

She knew that these people, though sad, were not hopeless.

Because there is another kind of people, their faces are numb, showing no other expression except tiredness.

They already know the fate of their loved ones, which can be foreseen at a glance. There is no unknown and no hope.

Compared to them, those who still have the energy to be sad and afraid are lucky.

The lights in the corridor are not dim, but always have a kind of cold silence. They faithfully witness the life and death, joys and sorrows of human beings, but never feel the same. They just silently emit a soft but cold light.

Haibara Ai began to feel tormented.

For the first time, she felt that her excellent observation skills were a burden.

She didn't want to see the coldness of the light, didn't want to hear the sadness in others' cries, and didn't want to understand what kind of pain and suffering was hidden behind those extinguished operating lights.

The broken terminal in my hand, the green surgical light, the suppressed yet deafening cries, and the sigh of reality that I couldn't escape after all...

All of this reminds Haibara Ai that all tragedies in the world are heavy and cruel.

She remembered a sentence she once heard: the core of comedy is tragedy.

The amusement in her heart turned into the most melancholy murmur the moment she thought of this sentence, and finally melted into a complex sigh.

She thought that the person who said this had probably only heard of other people's misfortunes in a few words and had felt a moment of sadness for it.

Because no one who has truly faced such a tragic event could say this.

No one can laugh in the face of the tragedy of reality.

In a period of fantasies that seemed to last for two centuries, Haibara Ai spent the most difficult four hours of her life.

The moment the "In Surgery" indicator light went out, she couldn't help but stand up, staring at the heavy door, as if she wanted to see through it and see the situation clearly.

The first person to come out was the surgeon. He took a deep breath and took off his sweaty wig.

Huibara Ai stood on tiptoe, trying her best not to over-analyze the doctor's expression, and looked past him.

The second person to go out was the bed cart, which made Haibara Ai breathe a sigh of relief.

She knew that Chiyoko was safe.

In the event of a failed operation, the patient will not be pushed out immediately. Instead, the doctor will notify the family and draw up a critical illness notice, and then the patient will be temporarily placed in the hospital morgue after processing.

The hospital will avoid directly provoking the family members, but will extend the entire process into several steps to allow the family members to be mentally prepared. This is also to reduce the probability of medical disputes.

Only when the surgical situation is very good will the patient be transferred back to the ward immediately after the operation.

The return of her sanity made her feel relieved as if she had survived a disaster.

Chiyoko was arranged in a not-so-small single room. When Haibara Ai saw the specifications of the room, she guessed the meaning behind it. Sure enough, not long after, Suzuki Sonoko rushed over.

The carefree young lady's hurried footsteps in the corridor made her be discovered by Haibara Ai before she even got close to the ward.

She frowned slightly.

However, when approaching the door, the footsteps suddenly slowed down. After a very slight sound of the door opening, Suzuki Sonoko cautiously poked her head in and saw Haibara Ai sitting beside the bed. She smiled apologetically, then closed the door quietly.

Huihara Ai's brows relaxed.

Although this young lady usually looks heartless, she is actually quite considerate of other people's feelings. Haibara Ai could see that she was so anxious in the corridor because she was worried about Chiyoko, but she restrained her movements when she entered the room, for fear of disturbing the patient in the room.

On the contrary, she seemed to be a little biased.

She began to change her opinion of Suzuki Sonoko.

"It's a moderate concussion and spinal nerve damage. I don't know if there will be any sequelae in the future, but the operation went smoothly." She took the initiative to speak and spoke softly about Chiyoko's condition.

Suzuki Sonoko felt sad when she heard about the injuries. She bit her lip and said angrily, "First, Conan was shot, and now Xiaoguang was injured by a bomb. Why can't the children around me have a peaceful life?"

Huibara Ai shook her head and looked at the boy lying quietly on the bed. His beautiful amber eyes were closed, his long eyelashes drooped, and his face was sickly pink. The lazy temperament and ease that could be seen in the past were no longer there. Only a subtle sense of fragility remained.

She remembered his casual and relaxed demeanor when she first met him, his triumphant smile when he played a trick on her, and his high-spirited look when he forced Gin to retreat.

She recalled how he endured the pain after taking the antidote, and how even the pain that penetrated deep into his bones did not make him lose his composure.

She thought of his hot forehead again and of him calling her "Ai" in that low, hoarse voice.

Pain and torture could not defeat him, but the deprivation of his light and sound turned him into a frightened child.

Haibara Ai was right in front of him, but he couldn't see or hear her. It was as if she had abandoned him, as if the people in the organization had thrown him away like trash.

It was her medicine that brought him back from hell, so he was picked up by her, she thought.

Chiyoko had no idea what she was dreaming about. Her fine eyelashes trembled slightly, her brows were furrowed, and her breathing began to become disordered unconsciously.

"Chiyo, Chiyo!" Haibara Ai felt a little sad in her heart. She couldn't bear to see him like this, so she whispered in his ear.

no effect.

Chiyoko was still struggling unconsciously and looked very painful.

"... Guang." Huibara Ai pursed her lips and clearly called out the name she had never called before, almost close to Chiyo Guang's ear, and soothed her in a soft tone.

Chiyoko's struggling strength gradually weakened, but her frown still remained.

So Haibara Ai grabbed his hand.

His hands were slightly bigger than hers, but she took the initiative to hold his and let him wrap himself around her.

It was warm, or perhaps sickly hot, almost melting her cold hands, and her heartbeat quickened with the heat.

She looked at the boy a little nervously, and then saw that he fell into silence and his frown smoothed down.

She picked him up.

He is hers.

Huibara Ai suddenly thought this boldly.

So he tightened his grip a little more, feeling at ease.

From childhood to adulthood, Miyano Shiho has been in an unconscious inferiority complex. She is different from others. She does not have parents who can tolerate her and spoil her without limits. She and her sister are also rarely together. Even the blood relationship between them seems weak at the distance of half a world away.

The organization drove her like a tool, and she felt that she might not get more in her life.

But not long ago, she suddenly understood a truth.

She discovered that her sister was not dead, that Gryffindor did not care about her, and that the organization could not become a shackle for her.

Just like a little mouse that had been hungry for a long time, it climbed onto the dining table for the first time, carefully tasted a little oil, and then enjoyed it with relish.

In fact, she was secretly thinking in her heart, could she be a little more greedy?

Can she be like other normal children, with someone to pamper her, someone to indulge her... someone to love her?

When she fully realized this, she was surprised to find that her memory included the blueberry jam sandwiches on the dining table every morning when she woke up.

It seemed that it didn't matter whether she did every task issued by the organization or not, and no one would bother her.

Escaping the organization was not as difficult as she thought.

Not every one of her peers looked at her like a monster.

She felt the warmth from her palm, and her eyes softened unconsciously, lingering on the boy's peaceful sleeping face.

Suzuki Sonoko opened her eyes wide and crossed her two index fingers on her lips to prevent herself from screaming. She looked at this usually cold girl looking at Chiyoko with such gentle eyes, and almost screamed in her heart.

Slowly leaving the room even more quietly than when she came in, Suzuki Sonoko took a picture of the scene through the glass on the door, then put on a serious expression and examined the photo.

Well, the girl’s eyes were captured, the two people’s holding hands were also captured, and the composition was perfect, especially since the light diverged a little through the glass, making the atmosphere even more beautiful.

perfect!

She ran quickly down the corridor and met a nurse who was getting medicine. She stopped the nurse and asked in a serious tone, "Excuse me, do you have any insulin?"

"?" The young nurse looked at her puzzledly.

Suzuki Sonoko didn't really ask her for it, but she jumped up with her face in her hands the next second, and then looked at the photo she took, and her voice changed: "It's so sweet!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

She ran out of the hospital screaming.

......

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Conan looked at the anonymous letter in his hand solemnly.

This was the fourth anonymous letter the Metropolitan Police Department had received, all within a short period of less than four hours.

There is a code on each anonymous letter, and when it is deciphered, you can get a certain coordinate in Tokyo.

However, every time he cracked the code, the Metropolitan Police Department sent people over, only to find that what was there were just fireworks for entertainment.

This was obviously not a prank, but revenge by another gangster from three years ago.

Instead of announcing the location of the bomb and demanding a ransom as he had done three years ago, he kept sending anonymous letters, causing the police to waste time on the fake bomb.

But the police cannot just ignore it, because if any one of the bombs is real, it will be a big deal.

The four coordinates that have been solved so far are in Haido, Mika, Toriya, and Okuho. Their locations are unrelated to each other and their directions are completely different.

The entire Tokyo police force was mobilized, but they could only just catch up with the deadline each time, and were often alarmed by fake bombs.

This made everyone's nerves tense and they couldn't relax for a moment.

Conan keenly perceived the criminal's real purpose from this action.

"In this case, the police can't relax for a moment. If they don't know whether the bomb is real or not, they can't evacuate in advance. The 12 million residents in Tokyo are his potential hostages..."

"He can make countless mistakes, but the police cannot. If there is a real bomb in one place, the consequences will be disastrous. It may even affect the credibility of the police and shake the social structure..."

He stroked his chin, pondering the key to this incident.

If the criminal really intended to defeat the police and achieve his goal of "revenge", then the place where he actually placed the bomb would definitely not be ordinary.

It is impossible for him to place the bomb in a place where no one can find it. Instead, he would put it in a very obvious place, and either in a place where the crowd is very dense, which is likely to cause a large number of casualties, or in a building closely related to the police, such as the Metropolitan Police Department building or a government office.

Considering the incident that killed Officer Matsuda three years ago...

The bomb on the Ferris wheel...if left unattended, it would cause massive casualties, but if we go to defuse it, we'll be framed by the criminal just like Officer Matsuda.

Probably somewhere like this.

Just as Conan was thinking, another anonymous letter was sent to the Metropolitan Police Department and Takagi took it.

Conan took a quick look and determined that the secret code this time referred to the elevator in Tokyo Tower.

......etc!

Tokyo Tower's elevator!

"It's here!" Conan hurriedly shouted to Inspector Megure and others.

If left unchecked, Tokyo's iconic buildings would be destroyed and a large number of tourists inside would be injured or killed. If they went to defuse the bomb, it would be impossible to escape from such a narrow space as an elevator. Moreover, the criminal used a mercury column bomb, which would be even more difficult to defuse in such a suspended space!

The real bomb is here. This fifth letter is the criminal’s real killer move!