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

"Here is..."

[System binding...] [

Binding successful! 【

Do you want to open the system panel?】 "

Erm... Be. [

Hurting yourself and hurting others

system] [Introduction: Adhering to the concept of "hurting others first", the system was born

] [System Bonus Ability: Constant physique is -1 (permanent buff)] [

Operation mechanism: You can get corresponding rewards after hurting yourself???!!!

Kazama Tsuru looked at the system log blankly, and looked at it several times in the column of the system's bonus ability.

It's -1, that's right....

Negative number??

What a strange thing about this....

Just thinking about it, there was a feeling of weakness everywhere in the body, the head hurt, the heart and mouth were faintly painful, the chest was a little breathless, the stomach gradually began to colic, and the legs were also very soft....

It should be that the system has begun to be transformed.

Kazama Tsuru didn't have time to think about anything at all, reaching out to hold on to the wall next to him so that he didn't let himself fall, and layers of sweat oozed from his forehead to wet his hair, and he kept coughing.

It's so uncomfortable....

"You, are you all right? Need to call an ambulance? Kazama

Tsuru's vision was a little blurry, and he could only vaguely see that this seemed to be on the street.

The girl's crisp voice in her ear was still talking.

It's Japanese, but I understand it strangely, maybe it's the ability of the system.

"Xiaolan, call directly! Coughing, difficulty breathing, he covered his chest, it seemed that he had a heart and lung problem! "

Xiaolan?

"Okay Shinichi, I'll go now!"

Saying that, Xiaolan ran away to find a public phone booth.

Shinichi... Shinichi Kudo?!

"Ahem, are you... Kudo...... Ahem..."

Kazama Tsuru kept coughing, his speech was intermittent, his fair jade-like cheeks were sickly flushed, his hair was wet and stuck to his cheeks, and his eyes that seemed to be shining with starlight were also dimmed.

Kudo Shinichi stepped forward to hold Kazama Tsuru and habitually observed up and down.

This person is very good-looking....

Star? No, I didn't see anyone else next to him, this calm look seemed to understand his condition, such a person would not be a star.

There were not many marks on his hands, and his slender hands seemed to be carefully maintained at first glance.

Being able to call out your name in a sick state should often read newspapers and the like, and it will not be a particularly hard profession.

The clothes are an ordinary casual dress, this year's new style, the price is relatively high, should be a high-paid person, there is no smell of tobacco, not a smoker.

The neckline was neatly combed, full of indescribable books, and there was a pen and a small book in the small pocket on the chest.

"Well, I'm Shinichi Kudo, a detective, and this gentleman should be a writer, right? Looking at your appearance, you should know your illness, do you have any medicine? Kudo

Shinichi quickly analyzed Kazama Tsuru's identity, but he was not in a hurry to get the medicine, looking at his flat pockets, there should be nothing in it, only the corner of the key and wallet was exposed in the bag on the side of his pants.

Although the appearance of Kazama Tsuru is serious, it should not be a big problem.

He now calmed down and took a closer look, in fact, Kazama Tsuru's appearance did not look like early lung cancer, his situation... It was as if the whole body hurt.

In this way, there are many possibilities, anemia, hypoglycemia, infection...

But it doesn't seem to hurt so much... This gentleman has a higher pain sensitivity?

There were no more clues, and he did not continue to analyze, but only came to a rough conclusion.

"No, cough..." Kazama Tsuru kept coughing, his cheeks were redder, but his lips were turning white, "Kudo... Ahem..."

Kazama Tsuru spoke intermittently, and Kudo Shinichi didn't know what he was going to say, but he sensed something was wrong from his expression.

"What's wrong sir? Need my help with something? Kudo

Shinichi leaned down to move closer to Kazama Tsuru, trying to hear him from his cough.

"Conan... "

Kudo, Conan, Shinigami...

" What is this strange gentleman talking about?

Kudo Shinichi didn't understand the meaning, but just secretly noted it.

"Well, the ambulance is already on its way!"

Xiaolan had a horn on her head and hurried through the crowd.

"Are you okay, sir? "

Xiaolan, do you know this gentleman?"

"Well, I saw his photo when I was reading a book in a bookstore before, it is Tsuru Kazama, author of the best-selling book "Travel, Microscopic Japan"!"

Kazama Tsuru finally eased his breath at this time, and finally stopped coughing and gasped roughly.

"Ah, the travel writer who is not in good health, but has always insisted on traveling and published a series of books!"

Reminded by Koran, Kudo Shinichi also thought about the origin of Kazama Tsuru.

Kazama Tsuru was still confused at this time, first learning that this was the Conan world, then learning that he was a writer, and then learning ...

The original owner turned out to be a famous Japanese writer?!

Is it so strong....

In the opening scene, "Detective" Maori Kogoro was destroyed....

"Thank you both, I'm much better."

The pain everywhere on Kazama Tsuru's body gradually dissipated, but his stomach still had some spasms, and his face turned from sickly red to pale.

"I am indeed Kazama Tsuru, my previous illness, which was not so bad, now seems to be serious again..." Kazama Tsuru

learned his identity from the two people, and so he went on.

He also naturally showed a gloomy look, his pale lips pursed, and his cough was a little dry.

"Your writing is so good, many people are looking forward to writing a sequel after you heal your body!"

Angel—Xiaolan, gentle effort comforted.

"Kazama-san, what you said before..."

"Ah, those, just words in pain, unintentionally spoken, Kudo-san don't need to care too much."

Is that so....

Soon, the ambulance arrived, and Kazama Tsuru was carried into the ambulance, and the first meeting of the three began and ended in a hurry.

"Shinichi, did Kazama-san say anything before?"

"Well, a few strange words intermittently, it should not be unintentional nonsense, I don't know what he wants to express..."

"Well, we can go to the hospital tomorrow to visit Mr. Kazama, and then ask him again!" It just so happens that my mother likes Mr. Kazama's writings very much, and I can go and ask for an autograph!

"Well, you're right..."

"Shinichi is a big idiot! Let's go this way! We haven't bought anything yet! "

Ah! Oh okay! Huh? I'm not stupid! I just..."

The teenage girl laughed and ran away, and the sunlight pulled their shadows out and blended together.

At the same time, Kazama Tsuru was quickly taken to the hospital.

A doctor stood in front of his hospital bed carrying a medical record book, and on his chest a sign that read: Attending physician: Yuishi Nagai.

It is in Japanese, but Kazama Tsuru understands it, and the basic common sense memory of the original owner has not yet been forgotten by the brain.