How can I live next to Conan when I vomit blood from time to time?

"here it is……"

【System Binding……】

【Binding successful!】

【Do you want to open the system panel?】

"Um... yes"

【A system that hurts yourself and others】

【Introduction: Adhering to the concept of"hurt yourself before hurting others", the system was born】

【System bonus ability: Physical fitness is always -1 (permanent buff)】

【[Operational mechanism: You can get corresponding rewards after hurting yourself]

??? ???!!!!!!

Feng Jianhe stared at the system log in a daze, and took a closer look at the column of system additional abilities.

It's -1, I read it right... a negative number? ?

What a weird thing...

Just as I was thinking about it, I felt weak all over my body, my head ached, my heart ached, my chest was stuffy and I couldn't breathe, my stomach began to cramp, and my legs were very weak...

It should be the system that has started to transform.

Feng Jianhe didn't have time to think about it at all. He stretched out his hand to hold the wall next to him to prevent himself from falling down. Sweat oozed from his forehead and wet his hair, and he kept coughing.

It's so uncomfortable……

"Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?��"

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

The girl's crisp voice was still speaking in his ear.

It was in Japanese, but he strangely understood it. Maybe it was the ability of the system.

"Xiaolan, call directly! Coughing and having difficulty breathing, he covered his chest, it seems that he has heart and lung problems!"

Xiaolan?

"OK, Shinichi, I'll go now!"

Xiaolan ran off to find a public telephone booth.

Shinichi... Kudo Shinichi?!

"Ahem, you are... Kudo... Ahem……"

Kazama Tsuru has been coughing and speaking incoherently. His fair cheeks are flushed with a sickly red. His hair is wet and sticks to his cheeks. His eyes that seemed to be shining with stars have dimmed. Kudo

Shinichi stepped forward to support Kazama Tsuru and observed him from head to toe.

This man is very handsome... a star? No, there was no one else next to him. He looked so calm that he seemed to understand his condition. Such a person would not be a star.

There were not many marks on his hands. His slender hands looked well-maintained at first glance.

He could call out his own name even when he was sick. He must be someone who reads newspapers often. He would not have a particularly strenuous job.

He was wearing an ordinary casual suit, a new style this year. The price was relatively high. He must be a high-paid person. There was no smell of tobacco on him, so he was not a smoker.

His collar was neatly combed and he had an indescribable bookish air. There was a pen and a small notebook in the small pocket on his chest.

"Well, I'm Kudo Shinichi, a detective. Sir, you should be a writer, right? From your appearance, you should know your illness. Do you have any medicine with you?"

Kudo Shinichi quickly analyzed the identity of Kazama Tsuru, but he was not in a hurry to get medicine. Looking at his flat pockets, he should not have anything in them. Only the key and a corner of the wallet were exposed in the bag on the side of his pants.

Although Kazama Tsuru's condition looked serious, it should not be a big problem.

He now calmed down and observed carefully. In fact, Kazama Tsuru did not look like he had early-stage lung cancer. His condition... It was as if his whole body was in pain.

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

But it didn't seem to be that painful... Is this gentleman more sensitive to pain?

Without more clues, he did not continue to analyze, but only roughly came to a conclusion.

"No, cough.……"Feng Jianhe kept coughing, his cheeks became redder, but his lips turned pale,"Kudo... cough cough……"

Feng Jianhe spoke incoherently, and Kudo Shinichi didn't know what he was going to say, but he could tell something was wrong from his expression.

"What's wrong, sir? Do you need my help?

Kudo Shinichi leaned down closer to Kazama Tsuru, trying to hear his voice through the cough.

"Conan...Death……"

Kudo, Conan, the god of death...

What is this strange man talking about?

Kudo Shinichi didn't understand what it meant, but just wrote it down secretly.

"Well, the ambulance is on the way!"

Xiao Lan, with a horn on her head, ran through the crowd in a hurry.

"Sir, are you okay?……"

"Xiaolan, do you know this gentleman?"

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

Kazama Tsuru finally caught his breath and finally stopped coughing. He gasped heavily.

"Ah, that's the travel writer who didn't have good health but insisted on traveling and published a series of books!"

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

Kazama Tsuru was still confused at this time. He first learned that this was the Conan world, then learned that he was a writer, and then learned that... the original owner was actually a famous Japanese writer?!

So strong...

He killed the"famous detective" Maori Kogoro at the beginning.……

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

The pain in Fengjianhe's body gradually subsided, but his stomach was still cramping. His face turned from sickly red to pale.

"I am indeed Kazama Tsuru. My condition was not that bad before, but now it seems to be getting worse.……"

Feng Jianhe learned his identity from the two people and continued to talk.

He also naturally revealed a gloomy look, pursed his pale lips, and coughed a little dry.

"Your book is so well written, many people are looking forward to your sequel after you recover!"

Angel-Xiao Lan, gently tried to comfort

"Mr. Kazama, what you said before……"

"Ah, those are just words that were said unintentionally in the pain, Kudo-san, don't take it too seriously."

Is that so...

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

"Shinichi, did Mr. Kazama say anything before?"

"Uh, a few strange words intermittently, it should not be said unintentionally, I don't know what he wants to express……"

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

"Yeah, you're right.……"

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

"Ah! Oh ok! Eh? I'm not stupid! I just……"

……

The boy and girl ran away laughing, the sunlight pulled out their shadows and blended them together.

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

A doctor stood in front of his bed with a medical record book, and the name on his chest read: Attending Physician: Nagai Miishi.

It was in Japanese, but Kazama Tsuru understood it, probably because the original owner's basic common sense memory had not been forgotten by his brain.