Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

It felt as if a large ball of cotton was stuffed in my chest, and there seemed to be countless drills drilling desperately in my head.

Lin Yucheng's eyes were completely dark.

A dark night, a dark room, a dark future...

Dark, wet and sticky, suffocating, helpless, fearful, all the negative emotions almost completely swallowed him up...

I’m so tired. I don’t want to plan anymore. I’m so tired. I want to take a nap. I’ll just lie on the ground and take a nap, just like I did when I was a kid. Anyway, anyway, someone will call me…

Bang bang bang bang bang.

It was as if someone had torn apart the endless darkness and pulled him out of the swamp.

"Yucheng, Yucheng, Xiaochengzi, what's wrong with you? Wake up! Lin Yucheng, wake up."

Who is it? It's so noisy.

By the way, how did he get in?

...

"You are so real. How can you fall down while taking a bath?" Vermouth sat on the edge of the bed speechlessly.

Lin Yucheng raised his hand and touched the bandage on his head: "Who knows, maybe it's hypoglycemia."

Lin Yucheng was vague, "Who sent me here?"

"It seems that you fell down and became stupid. You even forgot that you called 120?" Vermouth said, "Okay, I'll go back when you wake up."

"Okay." Lin Yucheng took out his mobile phone and looked through it. Except for the call interface that had been used, there was no sign that other software had been opened by outsiders.

It was as if the person really just wanted to dial 120.

Weird policeman.

But what exactly is “brother”?

There's clearly no such word in his name?

He opened the translator and tried to input the strange characters. Vermouth suddenly came back: "The boss has sent a letter."

Lin Yucheng threw back the quilt, jumped out of bed, and left with Vermouth.

=

Lin Xiaochen touched his left arm which was injured again, feeling helpless.

He has only been in this world for a short time, and hasn't been injured that many times, but it's too much for him to injure his left arm every time.

[Host, what are your next plans? Why didn't you take the opportunity to investigate Mr. Lin Yucheng's phone yesterday? ]

"My brother is different from me. He is good at programming." Lin Xiaochen flipped through the map. "I can guarantee that if I open any email, his phone will start the self-destruct program."

【I see】

"In fact, I don't know his phone password." Lin Xiaochen said, "His password changes every three days, and sometimes he even forgets it."

Lin Xiaochen recalled the past: "Of course, I don't know why, my little sister always knows his password."

[Because your sister spent more time with Mr. Lin Yucheng? ]

"Probably. They have a better relationship." Lin Xiaochen replied indifferently, "After all, I've been out all the time."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Lin Xiaochen said, "I would rather stay away from Xiao Chengzi now. His memory..."

He paused before continuing, "Rather than complete amnesia, it's more like he had a bad experience - he gave me a very different feeling, like there were three souls in one body."

The system remained silent, and Lin Xiaochen did not continue speaking.

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Lin Yucheng felt unhappy after hearing the conversation with Uramaru Renya. He declined Vermouth's suggestion to go drinking together and strolled slowly on the road alone.

As the sun set, the number of people visiting the riverside gradually decreased, but Lin Yucheng showed no intention of leaving.

The river water gurgled, splashing a few water drops from time to time. Under the dim sunlight, the water surface seemed to be covered with golden gauze, peaceful and leisurely. It would be even better if no children fell into the water.

Wait, the kid fell into the water?!

Lin Yucheng's long-lost sense of public morality was stirred. Seeing that there was no one around, he gritted his teeth and jumped into the river, pulling the child who had stopped flapping his wings out of the river.

Lin Yucheng didn't care that he was soaked all over. He slapped the child's back, and he spit out muddy river water with a "wow" sound.

After vomiting, he coughed violently, and Lin Yucheng helplessly continued to support his back to comfort him.

After a long time, the child stopped coughing. His eyes were red. When he looked up at Lin Yucheng, tears flickered in his eyes: "Th...thanks sir."

"OK, well, Would I be honored to know why you want to mit suicide."

"I...I..." The child kept saying "I" for a long time without coming up with any reason. Lin Yucheng sighed helplessly.

"Okay, if you don't want to explain, why don't you follow me to change into dry clothes. OK? let's go."

Lin Yucheng took his hand and walked into a children's clothing store, changed his clothes into a suitable one, and then went to the next store to change his own clothes.

Then he bought the child a scoop of ice cream.

——Children all like to eat desserts.

As he was thinking this, he saw the child carefully took it and licked it very carefully.

Lin Yucheng noticed something unusual. He frowned slightly and began to look at the child's face carefully: "Boy, could you tell me your name?" Then, he heard a familiar name.

"Sawada Hiroki."

"Oh, Sawada Hiroki, it sounds like a Japanese name." Lin Yucheng readily switched the language, "Do you go to school here?"

Hiroki Sawada's eyes sparkled with surprise: "Yes, I'm from Japan, sir, are you too?"

"Yes, I am." Lin Yucheng said shamelessly, "I am a policeman, so, Zetian, can you tell me why you want to commit suicide?"

The light in Hiroki Sawada's eyes faded, and he trembled: "Are you really a policeman? Can I trust you?"

"Of course." Lin Yucheng took out his mobile phone without any psychological pressure and turned to the news. There was a report on the Nagano poisoning case. In the corner of the screen, a familiar face appeared. Coincidentally, the owner of that face was holding a police ID and showing it to the reporters, trying to drive them away.

"Look, this is me." Lin Yucheng had no sense of impersonation, "But I'm abroad now, and I don't have my police ID with me."

Seeing that Sawada Hiroki's defenses were gradually disappearing, Lin Yucheng continued: "It's okay, kid, it's okay if you don't want to talk. If you encounter difficulties or feel bad in the future, you can call me."

"Don't worry, it's not 911 or 110." Lin Yucheng wrote down a string of numbers and stuffed them into Sawada Hiroki's pocket. "I'll answer the call anytime."

There was a look of hesitation in Hiroki Sawada's eyes, and finally, he watched the policeman who rescued him go away.

The ice cream in his hand melted, and the sticky liquid exuded a sweet aroma. The tears rolling in Hiroki Sawada's eyes finally dripped onto the half-melted ice cream ball.

He took a light lick and tasted only sweetness in his mouth.