"I said, you wouldn't plan to just sit like this for a day, right?"

In the living room, Ai Haibara held his arms, raised his legs, and looked at the person opposite him with a blank look.

I have drunk a few cups of coffee, but now it is a little cold. I caressed the edge of the cup like hesitation.

Haibara Ai sighed quietly, "I called last night and asked me to take leave today, and I also sent Dr. Agasa away. As a result, you didn't say a word when you came. Do you like the coffee I made so much?"

"Not." Chen Xing put down the coffee cup.

Haibara Ai looked at him expressionlessly.

Chen Xing said, "Actually, there is something."

Haibara's eyes moved, not expecting, just like drizzle falling into the turbid lotus pond, rippling ripples.

She didn't guess, but her heart suddenly became irritated.

"You are very good at biological research, so you should be considered a doctor, right?" Chen Xing said carefully: "I must be very familiar with the human body?"

Haibara Ai didn't react for a while. This seemed to be different from the psychological construction she did, but it didn't prevent her from nodding.

Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and then tentatively added gestures to describe it, "How to say it, recently, I always feel that there is another person in my mind talking, and there are still some scenes that I can't see clearly, as if they were my past memories, but I just can't remember them."

Haibara Ai blinked, "Are you kidding me?"

Chen Xing was shocked.

Haibara Ai thought he knew him well. When he was a child, he asked about something from Ran Maori and Yuanko, and then when he had never left the temple, and then lived in Mikacho.

But what is he saying now?

Strange vocals, vague memories?

Haibara touched her chin, "Can it be the hallucination that caused malnutrition when you were in a temple when eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name, and now it's relapsed?"

"...I used to eat meat." Chen Xing said.

Master Zhizhen is not a vegetarian, his favorite is roasted lamb.

Haibara Ai asked: "What do you think?"

"Can I lose my memory?" Chen Xing guessed.

"Will you be injured before and fall to your head?" Haibara Ai said: "For example, there are obvious wounds on your body."

As she said that, she leaned forward and reached out to touch the back of his head. She carefully touched the little hands with a little chill.

Chen Xing let her do whatever she wants, "I have never been hurt."

Of course, just let it go if you shoot in the ribs.

"What about psychology?" Haibara Ai said seriously: "Have you ever suffered any psychological trauma? For example, strong stimulation, such as separation from life and death or seeing unacceptable scenes?"

This time, Chen Xing did not give a positive answer immediately.

Haibara's eyes turned dark.

"It shouldn't be." Chen Xing said slowly.

That thing, that day, was indeed indelible to him, but the memories before or after were intact. Except, he fainted at that time.

"What did you see?" Ai Haibara suddenly said.

"What?" Chen Xing was stunned.

"What do you think is the sudden appearance of memory?"

"The only one who can see clearly is Belmode." Chen Xing was puzzled, "She shot me."

"Isn't it normal for her to shoot you?" Haibara Ai was confused, just like saying that bad women would kill anyone they wanted, and it was completely reasonable to criticize things.

“…Is it possible that it is a split personality?”

"A dream?" Haibara Ai sneered lightly, sneering.

“Eh?”

"I said, you miss that woman too much, and the dreams you have are confused with reality." Haibara Ai snorted.

"But I've been awake." Chen Xing argued.

He actually wanted to say that the voice in his heart even began to influence his choice.

"This is how daydreams are." Haibara Ai said indifferently, and he picked up the cup, not caring about the completely cold coffee, and finished a few sips.

Chen Xing was so blocked that he was speechless.

"You are not wrong. No one is better at biological research than me, but in biological research, I prefer slices and dissections." Adding coffee to milk, cooled down and solidified. Haibara Ai slowly wiped away the thick whiteness at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Xing opened his mouth, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

The little girl opposite showed a kind smile, "Do you still treat me as a psychiatrist? Or is the intimate sister who listens to your boring daydream?"

"Bored?" It's rare, Chen Xing's face turned red with calmness.

Then, he felt a little anxious and went to the hospital for trouble, but was teased and ridiculed by a child.

So he offered to say goodbye.

Looking at his back as he walked away in a hurry, the smile on Haibara's face gradually restrained.

She thought he would say something, but nothing, just as she didn't expect that she would be silent. The excuse might be courage, or not wanting to lose the other person, but the heart of escaping was full of regret.

...

The taxi was driving slowly, and the open windows blew up the cold wind.

Chen Xing held his chin and was a little distracted.

It was not that he didn't see the exploration in Haibara's expression. She seemed to be waiting for something she said, but her eyes were so hot that he ran away.

But just a few seconds after the god left, he heard the sound of the driver in front of him, and then he quickly twitched the steering wheel and the deflecting body. At this moment, Chen Xing's head in the back seat almost flew out of the window, and he almost thought he had gotten into the Amuro-tung car.

Bang!

Not a violent impact, the car body shook violently and stopped.

Chen Xing rubbed his knocked forehead and before he could ask questions, he heard the familiar "ah le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le le

This made him feel a sudden shock and he could see the scene in front of him clearly.

--It was a yellow private car, right in front of me, because I hit the side of the taxi and hit the roadside.

In the co-pilot position of the private car, the primary school student in a small suit always showed half of his head and grinned at him.

"Brother Chenxing, what a coincidence."

Chen Xing tilted his head, and then something cold was pressed against the back of his head.

"Don't move, get out of the car." A low voice came.

Then I was always moved? Chen Xing complained, and at the same time decided not to open the window in the future.

The person outside the car was a tall middle-aged man with a long face. His thin appearance looked a bit like Kogoro Mouri. The difference was that his eyebrows were short and sharp, his two beards were also delicate, and his big back was very stylish. His eyes were very light behind the sunglasses, not the kind of indifferent to life and death, but more like he was a little less sensation...

He was wearing a gray-white suit and a large windbreaker on the outside. In short, he looked like a gangster who wanted to drink a cup of coffee even if he was desperate.

When the taxi driver saw the pistol, he was so scared that he lay on the steering wheel.

When Chen Xing got off the car, countless ways to suppress his big back head flashed through his mind, but he saw Conan winking at him desperately.

So, he was tied with his hands and stuffed it into the co-pilot. Conan, who was also tied with his hands, sat on his lap.

"...Can you let this kid go to the back seat?" Chen Xing discussed.

Conan's mouth twitched.
Chapter completed!