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

"Kazema?" Igarashi Yang finally saw Kazama Crane's face clearly through the moonlight shining in through the window, "Are you okay? I'll go out and call an ambulance now!"

"Do not……"

Feng Jianhe stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Wu Lanyang's clothes, seeing him stop, he dropped his hand weakly.

Igarashi sighed helplessly

"Don't get excited, relax, and breathe slowly."

Kneeling down to look at Kazama Crane, his tone was rare and gentle.

"Don't worry, take your time..."

Igarashi Yang's slow and warm tone really had some effect, Kazama Crane gasped a few more times, and gradually came back, his heartbeat finally slowed down a little bit.

"Alas...it's finally healed." Wu Lanyang sighed helplessly, and returned to the usual speed of speech, but the voice was still so warm.

"Why are you doing this all of a sudden, and I don't know what the situation is so I don't dare to give you medicine indiscriminately. You must remember to tell me next time, and I will bring the medicine in advance."

"Okay, you stay here for a while, I'll find out if there's anything to warm you up."

After finishing speaking, Wu Lanyang got up and walked out of the room. Hearing his footsteps, Kazama Crane should have passed towards the depths of the corridor on the second floor.

call……

Kazama Crane loosened the hand on his heart, the palm was already covered with sweat.

Really... He obviously wanted to scare others, but in the end he almost sent himself away...

It must be the only one who made a prank to make himself like this.

When Igarashi Yang said "Why are you doing this all of a sudden?", Kazama Crane was already able to speak, but what could he say?

Originally, I wanted to scare you, but I didn't expect the effect to be too good, and your screams scared me "over"...

The scene of the death of the society.

Let's not talk about it.

Kazama Crane has mixed feelings in his heart.

In the room that was piled up with scattered debris, only the cold moonlight illuminated it, and in the beam of light, countless dust could be clearly seen floating irregularly.

The curtains danced quietly, and the shadows kept changing on the ground.

Kazama Crane only had a faint dull pain in his heart and a bit of pain from his stomach. At this time, in the quiet room, the sound of his heartbeat was infinitely amplified.

Boom... Boom... Papa, Papa...

Footsteps? !

Kazama Crane stood up in an instant, tapped his toes, and arrived at the door after a few turns, holding a not-so-wide piece of wood in his hand.

The front section of the wood chips is uneven, and it is enough to simply use it as a weapon.

With such a small body, he doesn't need to think about "the epee has no front, and the big skill doesn't work". What he needs is a light and sharp weapon.

Footsteps came closer.

It seems that the owner of the footsteps is not in a hurry, each step is very light, and there are almost only sporadic "clicks" to announce the arrival of a stranger.

Snapped.

The footsteps stopped at the door!

Kazama Crane slightly raised the wood chip in his hand, his muscles tensed, ready to strike at any time.

squeak--

"what!"

"Conan?"

The piece of wood in Kazama Crane's hand just stopped on Conan's... er... forehead.

To be honest, he didn't expect that it would be a child who came over, and even the current position of the wood chip was the result of an instant reaction after seeing his figure.

But this also makes sense, why the footsteps just now were so light, because the person who came was much lighter than a normal adult.

So... why did Conan come to such an old house... to explore?

correct!The haunted house adventure... is the plot in the first few episodes!

Kazama Crane suddenly remembered this plot. It seems that after the son killed his father by mistake, the mother imprisoned her son in a dungeon for five years in order to prevent her son from being imprisoned.

Fengjianhe's thoughts turned like lightning, after thinking clearly, he silently withdrew his hand.

Conan was still a little dazed at this moment, walking between life and death, even he was a little scared.

He had no doubt that if the person opposite just now hadn't made a mistake, the sharp piece of wood would have hit his neck.

You only need to react a little slower, and the blood will be splashed on the spot.

Swallowing silently, Conan saw a familiar hand.

"Is it... Brother Kazama?"

After Kazama Crane confirmed the situation, he relaxed his body, turned around and walked slowly back to the original open space, sat down and lay flat.

Conan stood at the door and stared blankly at Kazama Crane's series of movements, his head hadn't turned around yet.

"...Are you just standing there blankly at the door?"

Kazama Crane lay there for several seconds without waiting for Conan to come over, raised his head and glanced at the door.

"Ah... oh."

Conan walked over step by step, as stiff as a corpse that had just died.

When he got to Fengjianhe and saw that familiar face, he came back to his senses.

"Kazema, ah, I mean Brother Kazama, ah, that's not right..."

Conan was confused for a while, paused, and finally returned to normal.

"Huh... Kazama, why are you here?"

"I thought you were going to ask me why I knew your identity."

Kazama Crane looked at Conan's playful look, and secretly hated that he didn't take a picture with the camera just now.

"Uh... I want to ask that too..."

"Well, I'm not in a hurry now, so I'll tell you one by one."

Chapter 9 Back to the Hospital

"You know I'm a travel writer, so I'm here with another friend to check out local quirks."

Conan didn't respond to this answer, he probably guessed the situation after he came back to his senses.

"So did you find any strange things, or strange people?"

Kazama Crane was a little dazed about Conan's question. After thinking about it, he replied: "There's nothing strange about it. If you want to talk about it, the statues of Western demons in the hall are the strangest thing."

"That's it... By the way, the scream just now was..."

"It's my friend, Igarashi-kun, he is very afraid of ghosts, so I pretended to find ghosts to scare him."

As he said that, Kazama Crane couldn't help but want to laugh.

"What?! How could I be afraid of ghosts! Just like that, anyone would be afraid?!"

At this moment, Wu Lanyang walked in from the door, holding a pile of broken wood and a few pieces of broken cotton in his hands.

He put the things on the ground, looked down at Conan with his hips akimbo in dissatisfaction.

This guy Kazama actually said that I am afraid of ghosts? ...Damn it, this kid knows it too...Keep your mouth shut...

"Who is this kid? Is he quite mature?"

Hearing his ferocious tone, Conan moved to the other side of the Kazama Crane in small steps, squatted down and grabbed the hem of his clothes, looking like a frightened child, but actually poked Kazama Crane quietly, using Mos Code code.

Kazama-kun knows Conan Doyle, so he should know the Morse code, right?

You must not reveal your identity!Every more person who knows is more dangerous...

Conan thought, and poked more carefully.

Kazama Crane understood what Conan was thinking, didn't he just want to keep himself from revealing his true identity, it was very itchy to be poked.

He simply grabbed Conan's hand and interrupted his signal, pretending to comfort him.

"It's okay, this is my friend who came with me, and he is also a very good big brother. You can call him Brother Yang."

Brother Yang...

Conan secretly sighed that he was a child. Although he had gotten used to it a lot during this period of time, calling someone who was not a few years older than him "Brother Yang" or something...

Ugh.

"Well... Brother Yang, hello~"

Conan hesitated, struggled for a while, and then whispered in a scared tone.

Kazama Crane tried hard to resist the urge to throw Conan out, and smiled weakly and gently.

"Igarashi, this is Conan, the child who lives temporarily at the Maori detective's house. I met him once before, and he already looks like a detective when he was young."

Igarashi looked at Kazama Crane's weak appearance, and thinking about it, he didn't intend to make trouble.

Forget it, if you are afraid of ghosts, be afraid of ghosts.

He squatted down to sort out the pile of sundries, and took out the lighter.

"That's not bad." Igarashi smiled, lit a piece of cotton wool and threw it into the pile of wood, "So little detective, guess what I'm doing now?"

After all, this person still holds a grudge.

"I'm warming up brother Kazama, brother Kazama is sick and his hands are cold."

Conan broke away from Kazama Crane's hand, squeezed his own little hand, looked up at Igarashi Yang seriously, and perfectly acted out the innocent appearance of a child.

Seeing his cute appearance, Wu Lanyang's heart became softer, and his tone softened, "Well, you're right, you're quite smart."

"Did Brother Yang bring medicine for Brother Kazama? You should take medicine when you are sick."