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

Xiu Nian was taken away, Conan's doubts would not be explained for a while, Uncle Maori played his reasoning as always, and Xiaolan couldn't help but feel sorry for Xiu Nian.

"Sister Xiaolan, what are you sad about?"

Xiaolan's sadness was written directly on her face, but Rao couldn't think of why Xiaolan was so sad with Conan's wisdom.

"Master Xiunian is really pitiful, his brother died suddenly, and entered the temple incognito to find the truth, but in the end it ended up like this..."

Xiaolan's face was gloomy.

She followed Conan, a student of the Grim Reaper, and saw many murders, but she had never seen the murderer voluntarily turn himself in.

Revenge, and then the murderer who took the initiative to accept punishment after successful revenge, made her start to think more.

If only the case two years ago had not been convicted of suicide... If Xiu Nian hadn't chosen to start today, there would be no detective present... What if...

"A little girl your age just thinks too much!"

Uncle Maori sitting in the co-pilot spoke disdainfully.

"That's it, Sister Xiaolan, no matter what reason he killed for, killing people is wrong, and he must accept the punishment of the law!"

Xiao

Lan smiled hard, half comforted, but not completely.

"Sister Xiaolan, don't think too much, killing people has to pay a price, isn't it normal, and his initiative to turn himself in can make him get out of prison faster and start a new life early, it can be regarded as a good person with a good reward!"

"Makes sense..."

"Why do you think so much." Uncle Maori sighed, "It's a pity that the car has a flat tire, and I have to pay a lot of money, aaaaaa

"There's no way around it, who told Dad not to pay attention to the road when you drive!"

Xiaolan was rejuvenated.

The other side is different.

Hospital, familiar ward.

Kazama Tsuru opened his eyes tiredly.

He was transported directly to the hospital by helicopter, which is due to the relationship of Officer Twilight and the fact that he is also a well-known public figure.

However, the transportation to the hospital is faster, but it has no substantial effect, and in the case of a fixed constitution of -1, he cannot die or jump alive.

Simply put, long-term half-dead.

He lay like this, from the bed to the stretcher, to the ambulance bed on the helicopter, to the operating table, to the hospital bed, the whole time in a semi-conscious state.

Hey....

Listening to the doctor shouting all kinds of needles and equipment, he felt as if he was on the verge of death at any time.

This has been rescued several times!!

"Kazama-kun?!"

In front of him was his familiar old friend, Dr. Yuishi Nagai, who looked like that and seemed to be doing an examination.

"It seems that you are recovering well, Kazama-kun, you are awake much earlier than expected."

Dr. Nagai kept a serious face all year round and smiled.

But Kazama Tsuru was not happy.

"No, Nagai-kun, to be precise, I have never fainted, and I have always been a little conscious, including when I was on the operating table."

Kazama Tsuru was tired, and the whole person exuded a feeling of tiredness from the inside out.

His eyes were half-closed, his eyes flashed with fluorescence, his lips were pale, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face, like an orchid about to wither in the morning light stained with dew.

"You've never lost consciousness? Awake all the time?

Dr. Nagai understood what he meant, his eyes widening in shock.

"

I am not completely conscious, just like in a dream, I can feel the movement outside, but I don't remember much, and I don't have the ability to think."

"It's like just now, I sensed you coming, but it wasn't until I woke up that I thought you should have come to check my body."

Dr. Nagai frowned, called a nurse again, and connected Kazama Tsuru to a brain wave detector.

I did use a brain wave detector before, but it was on the operating table, and when I arrived at the ward, I just connected the ECG detector, after all, Kazama Tsuru has a lot of previous convictions.

But now well...

When the brain wave detector is connected, everything is normal.

Dr. Nagai called a brain doctor to see that there was nothing abnormal, and after asking Kazama Tsuru, he could only ignore it.

But soon the anomaly appeared.

Kazama Tsuru couldn't sleep.

Obviously the body is very tired, and the heart is also very tired, but I can't sleep, and my eyes are closed, and I am only nourishing.

Dr. Nagai could only prescribe him a little sleeping pill, and he went to sleep.

After the bruises in his lungs were removed, the cough was so good, as if the body like tuberculosis seemed to be directly better, leaving the situation of insomnia.

During this period, Xiaolan and Conan often came to see him as always, but he lacked energy, basically tired enough without saying a few words, and the two did not bother again.

Uncle Maori also came for the first time, the reason ...

"Uh-uh... Signature?

Kazama Tsuru leaned on the bed, and when he heard this, his drowsy head cleared up.

"Yes, that, I recently knew a beautiful young lady, hehehe..."

Uncle Maori laughed lewdly for a long time, and I don't know what I thought of this girl, and then I was instantly looked back at by Kazama Tsuru's lewd man's eyes.

"Ahem! In short, this young lady likes to read, and after hearing that I know you, let me ask for an autograph!

Uncle Maori wanted to sign a tough gas, and the words were mixed with a faint sour taste, and he was roughly stimulated by the "famous detective" not as good as the "famous writer".

"Simple signature."

Kazama Tsuru was tired and tight, and there were fewer words.

"You can let Xiaolan come, you came on purpose..."

"Uh, that, have you started writing a new book?"

Uncle Maori said this inexplicably, but Kazama Tsuru guessed a little.

"It's not started yet, but it's already in preparation."

"Ahem, I heard that you write about the special people you meet in books..."

Uncle Maori rubbed his hands.

Kazama Tsuru understood and smiled gently, "I will write you in, don't worry."

So Uncle Maori happily took a signed book and left, and Kazama Tsuru couldn't help but feel funny when he looked at his brisk footsteps, and his tired heart seemed to be moisturized.

It's really nice to live a simple and pure life....

Regardless of whether Uncle Maori is really stupid or fake stupid, anyway, on the surface, it really makes people not vigilant, and they feel very comfortable with him.

However, writing a book should indeed be on the agenda.

Time flies, and Tsuru Kazama has spent most of his time in the hospital, and this time is no exception.

By the time he was discharged from the hospital, the symptoms of insomnia were not so serious, but the sequelae left behind still made him want to close his eyes and recuperate.