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

Feng Jianhe watched Xiao Ai walk away.

In this empty corridor, huge stone pillars stand on both sides, and various paintings are hung on both sides of the corridor. The white walls are covered with various traces.

This is the second floor of the castle. Looking down along the railing next to it, you can feel how the castle on the top of the mountain has been watching the world for so many years.

The weather was not very good at this time. Countless clouds covered the sky. It was not dark or cloudy, and there was no coolness when it rained, but because of the mountain wind and clouds on the top of the mountain, it brought a bit of chill.

The sacred mountain is full of beautiful scenery, and the sky and water are filled with mist.

Feng Jianhe held the railing, and in this silent world, he felt the world with his vision.

"Come out, maybe it's time to talk."

His tone was not heavy, and even had some gentle meaning, but the faint smile that often hung on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

The whole corridor was silent.

Feng Jianhe was not in a hurry. After he felt something, he was sure that the previous feeling was not his illusion.

At first he wondered if it was an illusion, and then he wondered if Pu Siqinglan, the international killer Shi Kaobing, was preparing to do something in secret, but... he vaguely felt something, so he came up with a third guess.

With the disappearance of his sense of taste and smell and the significant weakening of his hearing, his mysterious"spiritual perception" seemed to have been amplified, and he could feel very subtle differences.

For example, now he can feel... who is in the dark

"Igarashi?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

Or rather, Kazama Tsuruga didn't know whether he had come out or not. His hearing had deteriorated so much that he might not even be able to hear the footsteps.

Finally, a few footsteps that sounded very light to Kazama Tsuruga appeared behind him.

"Kazama."

Igarashi's voice was different from his usual cheerful and sunny voice. His calm voice was particularly steady and calm.

"Did you follow me here on purpose?"

""Hmm."

The two of them were silent for a few seconds.

It's not that they didn't want to say anything. In fact, they both had a lot to say, but now they didn't know what to say.

The wind in the mountains blew coldly. Igarashi Yang walked forward silently. The two stood side by side at the railing and looked at the scenery outside the castle.

"Did you discover something?……"

Feng Jianhe didn't explain it clearly. Did he find out that he had lost his memory? Did he find out that he was not the same person he used to be? Or did he know that the identity of the Igarashi organization had been leaked and what he was going to do?

Igarashi Yang didn't pause for a moment and continued the conversation as if he was chatting with someone.

"You lost your memory, as early as... maybe it was when you were discharged from the hospital after your physical condition changed for the first time, when I called you."

Feng Jianhe heard him say this, but he was not panicked. He had thought about this day a long time ago.

If the original owner who traveled through time was just a lonely travel writer with few friends and relatives, then maybe his life would be like those of other people who traveled through Conan, and he could explain it away with any reason.

But he happened to have a long-time friend - Igarashi Yang.

In fact, he was surprised that he had not talked about this matter with Igarashi Yang until now.

"When did you find out?"

Igarashi Yang was not surprised by his attitude. The two of them stood by the railing and chatted. Except that their tone was a little colder than usual, it was just like a normal chat.

"Your attitude and preferences are the same as before, so I didn't realize something until you came back from an outing with Sherry."

Igarashi Yang said, sighing.

"Later, I tried several more times before I was finally sure that you really forgot, forgot everything."

Feng Jianhe tilted his head to look at his profile.

His black hair fluttered in the mountain breeze, and the few wisps of clouds in the distance set off his face, making it look even more ethereal.

"The first time that Kaito Kid came to my bedroom from the balcony, it was you. You sent me the information specially."

"Um"

"So, the second time I saw him at Tokyo Tower, he was the real Kidd, and the one I saw later at the Suzuki family's villa was also the real Kidd."

"Well, I just borrowed his identity temporarily to deliver some information. I don't have any intention of getting involved with him."

"So that's it……"

Feng Jianhe was relieved after listening to Igarashi Yang's explanation.

He was afraid that his appearance and the appearance of Igarashi Yang, who had never appeared in the original work, would greatly change the plot.

He really didn't care much about the plot, as long as it was satisfactory.

But just like a person who has a God's perspective suddenly loses this ability, there will always be some thoughts of wanting to restore this ability.

"So, after seeing that information, did you remember anything?"

Igarashi Yang said, and turned his head to look over.

The two looked at each other, and Feng Jianhe could clearly see the expectation in his eyes.

But……

"No, I remembered some, but they are not related to the information."

Feng Jianhe paused, and seeing the expectation in Igarashi Yang's eyes, he continued.

"I remembered some broken scenes, and then I roughly guessed... I was probably a member of the organization."

Feng Jianhe said, his eyes gradually turned down, thinking about whether there was anything else he could remember, and also, he wanted to hide from Igarashi Yang's burning gaze.

"What about the next one?"

"As for the rest... I don't have any impression."

The two were silent again, and Fengjianhe turned his head. He could feel that the gaze on his face had disappeared.

Even if he didn't look at his expression, he could feel his disappointment.

Fengjianhe didn't know what Igarashi Yang was thinking. After today, if he wanted to stay away from him, there was nothing unacceptable.

After all, he and the original owner were two different people.

Just like people who may not have lost their memory would hope that others would always look at them with the eyes of the person they used to be, always hoping that they could remember something and then change back to what they wanted.

He also didn't want Igarashi Yang to treat him with the attitude he treated to the original owner, looking at a similar skin, hoping that this strange soul could change back to its original appearance.

If this is the ending, he would rather give up this friend.

Because such Igarashi Yang is just a friend of"Fengjianhe", not a friend of his own soul in another world.

"Okay, in this case……"

Igarashi said, took a deep breath and sighed softly. Kazama

Tsuru looked at the unpredictable clouds outside, waiting for the next words to judge the friendship between the two.