How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

As Kazama Crane said, he glanced at Tu Chuanjing quietly.

Just now I was busy signing autographs and dealing with fans, so I didn't pay much attention to this person's situation. It seems that I still have to find another opportunity to go there.

It seems that Tuchuan Jing has been shrinking in that place, pretending to think about something behind the table.

Kazama Crane noticed that a few people went to chat, but they walked away after a few minutes. It seems that Tu Chuanjing didn't want to get in touch with others at all, and he was vigilant to a certain level.

This will not work.

You have to think of a reason to let him relax.

"Hmph, you are very busy, there is no one on my side! Hmph!!"

Uncle Mao Li held a glass of low-proof red wine in his hand, shook it, and drank it in one gulp.

Originally, there was another Yunju Qiandao beside him, but this time was a rare gathering after all, he left without saying goodbye, leaving Uncle Mao Li drinking alone here.

Oh no, there are Xiaolan and Conan... Wait, where is Conan?

Kazama Crane was thinking, and suddenly found something was wrong.

"Father, this is a writers gathering, of course everyone wants to find opportunities and Kazama..."

"Wait, Xiaolan, where did Conan go?"

Xiao Lan was comforting Uncle Mao Li, and was taken aback when she heard the words.

"Just now Conan said he wanted to go to the bathroom, then he walked away and hasn't come back until now..."

Xiaolan frowned.

She knew that Conan was going to the toilet, so she didn't pay much attention, but...

Isn't it too long to go to the toilet? !Where did Conan go?

"Hey, who cares what that brat is doing, the hall is only that big, can he still get lost? Probably because he saw the writer he knew and went over to chat."

Uncle Mao Li picked up a new glass of wine and answered casually.

He said casually, which comforted Xiaolan to a great extent.

"That's right, I'll look for it when it's almost over."

Xiao Lan thought about it and nodded.

But did Conan really go to the bathroom?Looking for a chat with a writer you know?

Kazama Crane does not believe this.

However, this is a good excuse.

Kazama Crane thought for a while, and said to Xiao Ran with a light smile.

"That's right. I'd better find Conan, and I can chat with other writers by the way."

"That's it... Then I'm going to trouble Brother Kazama."

Xiaolan responded with a smile.

In this way, Kazama Crane got a reason to scurry around the field.

He pretended to be looking for Conan, walked several places in the field, and approached the crowd to ask.

As the most famous person in the field who was introduced alone, he was complimented by a bunch of people wherever he went, but nothing bad happened that was ignored.

But inquiring about Conan's news, as he expected, did not yield any results.

Everyone is taking this opportunity to chat with others, and no one will notice such a child with only legs.

So Kazama Crane pretended to be a little anxious, and walked towards Tuchuanjing.

When Tu Chuanjing saw Kazama Crane approaching, he was a little vigilant, but he couldn't just walk away under the eyes of everyone, so he could only stay where he was in embarrassment.

"You are... Mr. Tuchuan, a gourmet writer, right?"

Kazama Crane's gentle voice sounded.

Tu Chuanjing smiled awkwardly, thinking in his heart.

I seemed to have met the eyes of this famous travel writer just now. Is he the one who stared at me?

It doesn't look like much...be careful and run when you get a chance!

"Well, yes, I didn't expect Mr. Kazama to know such a small person as me."

"If you are a small person, other writers don't know what to think..."

Saying that, Kazama Crane frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed his chest.

Tuchuan Jing noticed Kazama Crane's movements.

"Mr. Kazama, are you feeling unwell?"

Kazama Crane clutched his chest, seeming to take a few breaths with difficulty, and propped himself up on the table.

"Well, it's a little uncomfortable, it's okay, I often do this, in a while..."

As he said that, Fengjianhe frowned deeper, panting a little louder, as if he was really uncomfortable, and it was a bit difficult to speak.

Seeing this, Tu Chuanjing immediately felt relieved.

No matter what kind of person that organization wants to send, it will definitely not be such a person in such a bad health.

Not to mention that it is difficult for the people in the organization to develop such a great reputation. There have been rumors that the writer is in poor health since a long time ago.

How could the organization allow people with such poor health to join the organization?

It wouldn't be so bad if half of the missions were done and everyone was gone.

What's more, with such a poor body, if someone plots against him, he won't even have the strength to fight back.

It's good to have someone next to you, so that you don't have to deal with those who come to chat.

Tu Chuanjing crossed a series of lines in his heart, but his expression on the surface was somewhat sincere.

He got up immediately, and supported Kazama Crane to sit beside him with a worried look.

"Sit down and rest for a while."

Kazama Crane reluctantly nodded, frowning to adjust his breathing.

That way, it seems to be really sick.

But well...

Thus his purpose was accomplished.

Sure enough, learning to use one's weak disguise to break into the enemy's interior, this is the most suitable surveillance method for oneself~

(Add more for the boss "Asu without trouble", 27/79)

Chapter 190 A Paper Cup

Kazama Crane panted for a while, and seemed to be slowly recovering, and it seemed that he was not so uncomfortable.

"Mr. Kazama, are you feeling better? Do you want me to find some..."

Seeing Kazama Crane like this, Tu Chuanjing hesitated a little and said.

"no need."

Kazama Crane interrupted what he hadn't finished speaking.

"I'll rest for a while..."

As he said that, Kazama Crane slightly adjusted his sitting posture, and also adjusted the walking stick beside him, and put it where he could get it at any time.

Tuchuan glanced at it, not paying too much attention to Kazama Crane's small movements.

"Mr. Tuchuan, have you seen a small child, a short boy with glasses?"

After Kazama Crane rested for a while, he asked again with some eagerness.

Tu Chuanjing thought about it carefully, and remembered the scene where Kazama Cranes ran all over the field just now.

So I was looking for a child...

Wait, find a child! !

"Uh...I've been sitting here and haven't noticed this kid."

Kazama Crane was slightly regretful, and sighed worriedly.

"I don't know that child is..."

Kazama Crane glanced, why is Tu Chuanjing's eyes so weird?

"Oh, it's a child from a friend's family of mine. This time I followed him, but I didn't know where he went after a while."

"oh, I see……"

Tuchuan let out a long sigh of relief.

Kazama Crane: ...? ? ?

"Cough cough cough..."

Kazama Crane seemed to be about to say something, but suddenly coughed again, the hand covering his chest turned white with force, and his face flushed even sickly.

Tuchuan was shocked.

"Mr. Kazama..."

Kazama Crane waved his hand feebly.

Tu Chuanjing thought for a while, and called a waiter over, asking the waiter to help bring a glass of warm water.

"Mr. Kazama, your physical condition..."

Kazama Crane panted heavily, his body trembling slightly.

Obviously I should be pretending... Why is it getting more and more uncomfortable...

The damn system.

"My body was slightly better before, and it has been getting worse and worse during this period."