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

Feng Jianhe wanted to save this girl who grew up in the darkness and had a heart of glass, but it was too late.

The report ended with a sentence: Recently, the last criminal committed suicide in the suburbs.

What a pity.

Feng Jianhe stood up, looking at the drizzle outside the window, and felt a little melancholy for no reason.

If I had come back earlier, if I had talked about this matter with Igarashi, if I had thought about the development of the story line earlier, if... would such a girl not have to die?

He stared out the window for a long time, turned around, picked up a transparent umbrella by the door and went out.

Just like in the rain alley, Feng Jianhe was alone with a transparent umbrella, wandering in this long, long and lonely rain alley. It was as sad and confused as a dream.

I don’t know how long he walked, but he suddenly saw a ray of light in the rain.

It was a little girl wearing an adult white coat.

She was also out of tune with this world. She was the only white light in this heavy rain.

Feng Jianhe felt as if he had suddenly found the lilac-like girl.

As if it was fate, Kazama Tsuru followed his inner throbbing and took the little girl home.

But when he got home, he regretted it.

Even he was still a patient who needed to be taken care of by others, how could he take care of a little girl!!

Although... this is not a standard little girl.

Kazama Tsuru still remembers Conan's main characters very clearly. The heavy rain may not attract his attention at first, but when he saw the clothes that obviously did not fit his figure, everything became obvious.

Huihara Ai! Ai-chan! Your Highness Ai!

If Kazama Tsuru used to have only pity for Huihara Ai, now he has more empathy for Huihara Ai.

Little Ai came from the dark world to the light, and thought that her bloody hands were not worthy of holding hands with people from the light world.

Kazama Tsuru came from the original world to the new world, the country, language, and culture were all different, and even the world did not accept him as an outsider.

So... what should I do now?

Kazama Tsuru looked at the still wet tea-haired girl lying quietly on the sofa, and felt troubled.

Or... ask Xiaolan?

It didn't seem to work either, because it would be bad if Xiaolan noticed something based on the size of the clothes.

In the end, Fengjianhe had to do it himself. He changed her clothes while trying not to look at her body, then took out his own pajamas for her to change into, and carried her to a guest room.

He didn't dare to think about taking a bath or anything like that. He didn't intend to hide the fact that he knew her identity from Xiaoai. If Xiaoai knew that he helped her take a bath... well, he could think about what this terrible system would reward him after he died.

Fengjianhe thought about how Igarashi Yang took care of him, and cooked some ginger soup for Xiaoai.

Or you could say it was cooked for himself. He felt dizzy after walking around in the rain, and his forehead was a little hot.

Xiaoai was still unconscious, so Fengjianhe fed her some brown sugar ginger soup, drank half a bowl himself, and then fell asleep drowsily on the bed.

……

The sky turned from bright to dark, but what Ai saw turned from dark to bright.

Where is this place...

She looked around cautiously. She had been to Kudo Shinichi's house before, and there was definitely no such room. The houses of Mori Ran or Dr. Agasa that she was familiar with were not like this either.

So where is this place...

She lowered her head and saw the young man lying on the bed.

It turned out that he was picked up by a kind person.