Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 536... Weird

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became chaotic.

This time, even if Inspector Megure didn't say it, Morobushi Kagemitsu heard it.

Without waiting for Inspector Megure to speak again, Zhu Fushigami asked directly:

"Which hospital are you in?"

It's past midnight.

Now going out is not considered disobedience.

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In the ward,

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, who was obviously a little dazed, and said with concern:

"Brother Xianhe? Brother Xianhe?"

He didn't dare to use too loud a voice.

The ethereal feeling that seemed untouched by the mundane world when they first met reappeared the moment the other person opened his eyes.

Even worse than before.

It makes people unable to help but lower their voices so as not to disturb the other person.

But obviously, his call did not work.

The person on the hospital bed who had just managed to sit up did not react much.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes that were not blocked by the glasses were now looking at everything around them in confusion.

"Forget-me-not" only temporarily sealed Yun Xianhe's memories of the interpersonal relationships in the current world and all the memories of the previous world, but did not erase his common sense and knowledge.

Therefore, the person with an empty head at the moment still recognized at a glance that the white thing covering him was called a quilt.

From the degree of wear and tear, he could easily analyze that the quilt cover was about 80% new and had been used for at least one year.

I just washed and changed it not long ago.

It should have been dried this morning, but there is a very light layer of moisture on it now.

Was it collected when it rained?

it's raining outside?

The thing that kept ringing next to him was called a monitor, and the wires of the instrument were currently connected to his body.

He is sick?

There was an IV needle on the back of his hand, and bandages were wrapped around his fingers and arms.

It looked like he was seriously injured.

…Why did it hurt?

When you breathe, you can feel that the breathing sounds coming from your throat are strange, which can be used to determine that your throat is inflamed.

The one with an abnormal heartbeat may have some problems.

The joints in my body felt stiff, like bearings that had not been oiled for a long time. Every time I moved, I felt a slight pain.

It’s very strange…I always feel it’s very strange.

...Why do you feel strange?

Under the gaze of the heterochromatic pupils, a huge amount of details gradually flooded into the brain, and then were analyzed and expanded.

The high-speed thinking and the migraine collided with each other, successfully making the confused man frown.

Her crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the sight that her heterochromatic pupils could detect.

The empty-headed man looked around and immediately locked onto a pair of silver glasses on the bedside table.

His intuition told him that this was his.

Very important stuff.

The boy reached out and picked up his glasses, then put them on straight away.

My head, which had been swollen from the huge amount of information, felt much better immediately, but the dizziness caused by the high fever and the migraine that I didn't know what had happened were still bothering me.

Even the thoughts that were just focused on the strange information were distracted a lot.

"Brother Xianhe?"

A cautious voice.

The boy looked over in the direction of the voice, and when he saw Conan with a worried look on his face, he tilted his head slightly but said nothing.

This weak creature in front of me should be called "human".

He is also a human being.

...It seems like something is wrong?

Conan next to him had no idea what Yun Xianhe was thinking.

He looked at the person whose eyes were clearly not focused on him, and suddenly thought of the time when Yun Xianhe had inexplicably lost his voice.

"Brother Xianhe, you can't speak again?!"

"Ok?"

It's very quiet, but at least there's sound.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the noise, but then he felt like something was wrong.

Brother Xianhe, how can you be so calm when facing the hospital...?

The little detective's eyes widened a little when he noticed the confusion on Yun Xianhe's expression.

"you,"

"The doctor is here!"

The unspoken words were interrupted.

Xiaolan led the attending doctor and rushed into the ward, followed by Megure Jusan and Kazami Yuya.

The doctor and Yun Xianhe are old acquaintances.

As a patient who was seen by him every time and discharged after waking up every time, Yun Xianhe left a lot of impressions on him.

Even after entering the ward, he took off his white coat as usual:

"How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The person being asked blinked and smiled very lightly, but it made people who saw it feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe didn't speak, the doctor paused.

Could it be that this person has lost his voice again?

The doctor, who was used to many storms, paused for a moment while flipping through the medical records.

"Can't you speak?"

"Ok?"

He realized belatedly that the person in front of him was the boy who was talking to him and turned around.

The doctor, realizing that the other party's attention was not on him at all, pursed his lips and repeated his question.

The young man stared at him for a while, then looked down at his hand which was still hooked up to the IV drip, pointed his finger, and answered truthfully:

"This is uncomfortable."

The feeling of a foreign object piercing the skin is uncomfortable.

The feeling of being bound by bandages is uncomfortable.

The smell of disinfectant in the air is unpleasant.

Something sticking to my heart makes me uncomfortable.

The square space is uncomfortable.

Then, the boy raised his hand and pointed at the monitor next to him:

"Quarrel."

Weird noises, very loud.

He was very frugal with his words, but one could still hear the quiet disdain in his tone.

Calm disdain?

The doctor thought this in his mind and glanced at Yun Xianhe's indifferent expression, and felt that he had seen a ghost.

His smile was so gentle, so why did he look more stressful than that person who appeared to be well-behaved but actually set traps for him everywhere?

Without waiting for the doctor to continue asking questions, the boy turned to look at the little boy who had been staring at him with a frown since just now.

He tried to speak as slowly as possible in front of this weak, young human so as not to scare him:

"Were you calling me just now?"

A very light sound.

Slightly hoarse and gentle, like the wind blowing through the forest or a mountain spring, it's so pleasant to the ear that one might even think it's an illusion.

But Conan definitely heard these words.

Now we are in big trouble.

The doctor who grasped the key points carefully asked Yun Xianhe some questions, and then frowned as he looked through a series of examination reports that he had given him not long ago.

There is no sign of head trauma...

If thoughts could be visualized, the messy lines in the doctor's mind could form a black hole.

The young man looked at the doctor who kept sighing and lowered his eyes slightly.

Such a complicated thought.

it's wired.

My heart is beating a little bit... my head is aching...

I'm a little tired and want to sleep.

In the end, the doctor who couldn't find the cause let out a long sigh, which successfully made the hearts of everyone present worried.

"Doctor, how is he?"

In the end, it was Megure, the oldest and more stable-looking one, who spoke first.

The doctor closed the thick medical record folder and said in a heavy tone:

"Preliminary judgment is that the patient has lost his memory, but he still remembers common sense very clearly."