Conan's Helping People

Chapter 298 Fire
The study room was lit and covered with a white carpet.

The fluffy rug is cute and useful, acting as a soft cushion when the old man falls to the ground.

There is just one problem, the wheels of the wheelchair are a bit difficult to move on this kind of soft carpet.

Hinata glanced at the carpet rationally, and closed the door casually,

He didn't go to the desk immediately, but walked to the other end of the room, walked around the sofa, poured a glass of warm water on the table, and then walked to the desk with the water.

The gentleman is leaning against the wheelchair, which is behind the desk.

In addition to the lamp in the room, there is also a bright small lamp on the desk, which illuminates the documents on the desk so white that they shine brightly.

Hinata reasonably suspected that there was a small lamp on the desk because the gentleman couldn't read the words on the document with only the incandescent lamp above his head.

He gently put the water glass on the table and said, "Drink some warm water."

Then he glanced around naturally, and asked again, "Have you taken your medicine at night?"

Before leaving, there was a smell of blood in the study room, but now that smell has dissipated, it is a normal smell of old people.

It's a smell of old, old, dying.

"I'll eat later." The gentleman shook his head wearily. He took a few sips of warm water in a face-saving manner, and took a deep breath before putting the cup back on the table. "How do you feel today?" Sample?"

"You weren't near the explosion/explosion site, were you?"

When the elderly man drank water, Hinata Ryo was staring at the old, loose and wrinkled throat. After the other party drank the water, he slowly looked away, took a few steps back, and left The illumination range of the small desk lamp.

He said: "No, I didn't have close contact, Belmode was at the scene."

"It's fine if you're not here," the gentleman shook his head, and he sighed, "Going to such a dangerous scene, even if I know you'll be fine, I'll be worried."

But, it was you who sent him to Times Square, right?

Hinata rationale didn't say what he was thinking, but shifted his eyes to stare at the wrinkled hand.

He responded slowly.

"My medicine," the gentleman moved his hand, "is on the shelf."

"It's in that white medical kit, bring it here for me."

"Okay." Hinata rationally responded again. He walked to the bookshelf, raised his hand to take down the medical box on it, put it on the desk, and opened it.

The contents of the box are very simple, including disposable needles, infusion tubes, and many liquid bags.

Those liquid packs were about the size of a palm, some were transparent water color, very similar to the liquid medicine Hyuga Ryo had taken before, and the rest were blood red.

"Take the blood bag." The gentleman said.

Hinata paused reasonably, and picked out a red liquid bag.

He picked out another disposable needle, connected the needle and liquid bag to the infusion hose, and then turned to look at the gentleman again.

The opponent stretched out his right hand.

There were many loose wrinkles on that hand, and Hinata reasonably held the wrist of that hand and asked, "Is it the arm or the back of the hand?"

"Arm." The gentleman said.

Hyuga rationally pushed back the sleeve of the arm in his hand.

The arms of the elderly are also similar to the face and throat, with loose wrinkles and soft to the touch, feeling that they can be broken directly with force.

The blood vessels on this arm are very clear, and the needle holes on the blood vessels are also very clear, almost a dozen needle holes can be seen at a glance.

There were too many needle holes, and it was difficult to find a suitable place to stick the needle in for a while. Hyuga paused for a while, carefully identified it, and found an open space for the needle, and said, "Is there no indwelling needle?"

People who need frequent infusions generally have indwelling needles, so that they do not have to re-insert the needles every time they are infused.

When he was hospitalized before, Ryo Hinata also used an indwelling needle... and then it was pulled out by a certain Mr. A.

It's useless, but judging from the current condition of that gentleman's arm, Hinata reasonably thinks that an indwelling needle can be tried.

"No need," the gentleman shook his head, a little tired, "I hate the feeling of having medical items on me."

The red liquid poured into the limp infusion tube, turned the transparent infusion tube red, and then slowly poured into that same limp arm, and also poured into the blood vessels in that arm.

Hinata stared at the arm rationally for a while, and heard the owner of the arm suddenly say: "Its main ingredient is blood."

He slowly raised his head and looked at the gentleman who was looking over, "I can smell it."

Then ask seriously, "Are you going to live on blood? A vampire? Do you... eat meat?"

If these questions, especially the last one, are all 'yes'.

Then the Samoyed can immediately be ecstatic against the wind, tidy up and get ready to take over.

It's a pity, and it will definitely make Samoyed feel that it's a pity that almost as soon as he finished speaking, the gentleman immediately replied: "No need."

"I just need blood." He seriously emphasized, "If you want, you can treat me as a vampire, a thief who steals the life gem, or whatever, in short, anything that only needs blood, I just need Blood."

The reaction was very strong, and the desire to survive was great.

Hinata tilted his head reasonably, and stated the facts, "You know what my question is about."

This guy knows the questions he's asking are actually confirming 'Are you a humanoid object? ', judging by the speed of the answer and the firm tone, this guy has a high probability of knowing what will happen to him if he comes to the conclusion that 'this guy is a humanoid object'.

The gentleman didn't answer immediately, but stayed silent.

He was silent for a long time, the only sound in the room was his feeble breathing, no matter whether it was the incandescent lamp or the bag of red liquid, there was no sound.

Hyuga rationally looked at this guy with his eyes, and looked at every detail of the expression of this elderly man, whether it was the blinking eyes, the skin that rose and fell with his breathing, or the neck that looked thin and fragile.

"Yes, I know what you mean," said the gentleman. "I'm not that kind of thing."

He patted Hinata Reasonable's hand with the other, and said softly: "Don't keep pressing the needle, fix it."

Hyuga rationally took out a small sticky white bandage from the medical kit, bit off a few pieces, and fixed the needle on the old arm.

"I really want to explain to you," the gentleman said again, and he paused, "but I don't think you care."

"If other people are shrouded in a cloud of fog, they will instinctively want to clear the fog and know the truth of the matter clearly. Even Belmode will not let there be too many things in him. Know the secret."

"But...you are different."

"I'm different?" Hinata repeated reasonably.

"Yes, you are different." The gentleman laughed, "You don't care about that."

"You don't care about me, you don't care about Belmode, you don't care about gin, you don't care about Miyano Akemi, you don't care about this world or that world, and you don't care about yourself."

As long as there is a little bit of normal care about oneself and the desire of human beings to explore themselves, they will actively pursue the truth, bite every corner of the fog, and explore it all.

At least, that gentleman can be sure that if he says a common but ambiguous and directional word to Belmode, Belmode will be able to scratch through the fog and figure out what he said. meaning of words.

And the day is reasonable.

After his first official meeting with the 17-year-old Ryo Hinata, Belmore said a lot of unclear and pointed things, but Ryo Hinata ignored them all.

Human beings are interested in many things, especially what happens to themselves, but Hinata is reasonable but not very interested.

Maybe I wasn't interested at all, maybe I was interested, but the interest was not much, so I controlled it well.

In short, this kind of indifference, restraint, and disinterest in one's past is not normal.

Hinata thought about it reasonably, and retorted seriously, "No, I care about you."

He said seriously: "If you die, I will not be happy."

This sentence is indeed true, but there is a prerequisite, that is, within five years.

Although there is a Samoyed who wags his tail wildly and is about to sprint, he can be the leader, but it is still a little troublesome compared to "that gentleman lived honestly and was hammered by justice according to the process". happy.

That gentleman: "..."

"Although our understanding of 'care' is different," he laughed, "But I'm still very happy to hear this sentence,"

He was as happy as an ordinary old man who knew that he had been coaxed by his grandson, but was still a happy volunteer.

Don't you have the same understanding of 'care'?Hyuga Ryo doesn't think so.

He said: "Since you know what my previous questions are referring to, you should know my 'growth experience'."

The gentleman's smile subsided and he nodded.

"The world I've lived in for a long time is not very peaceful," Hinata said rationally, "so the way of expressing 'care' is also different, which is normal."

The world is different, so he must be like the people who lived here since he was a child, otherwise he is not normal, and he is playing/rogue/rogue.

It's like shopping in a convenience store. People in this world walk into a convenience store and find that there is no bread they like. They will be disappointed, and then they may leave directly, or they may reluctantly settle for other breads.

But if someone from that world walks into the same convenience store, then...

What kind of bread did you choose? You just took away everything in the convenience store without paying for it.

That cannot be called robbery, it can only be called a common and normal behavior.

"You have lived for a long time," the gentleman frowned, no longer like an old man lovingly looking at the child, but a leader who has been in power for many years, he said lightly, "it is this world."

what.

Hinata was too lazy to refute, and simply nodded, "Yes, you are right."

That gentleman: "..."

The gentleman paused for a while, then eased his expression, and said slowly: "I'm sorry about your mother."

"I didn't tell you too much about your mother before, because I didn't want you to think of those unpleasant memories." He reached out and grabbed Hinata's reasonable hand, sighed and patted it a few times, and said, "Come closer, let me take care of you." look at you."

Sure enough, the old eyes are dizzy.

Hyuga rationally lowered his head and glanced at the hand holding his wrist. There were still needles and red hoses on the arm of that hand. He took a few steps forward and squatted down.

The gentleman raised his other hand, stroked his black hair first, then moved it down to touch his brow bone, and then sighed: "You were very, very small at that time."

As he said that, the expression on his face became more relaxed, and he once again regained that kindly old man's demeanor who looked at his young child gently.

Hinata responded reasonably and patiently, "Yes."

He didn't move, except to blink when the hand touched his eyes.

"It's such a small one, I can easily pick it up when I hug it." The gentleman laughed again, and raised his eyebrows, "You also liked me to hug you very much at that time, although you couldn't cheer when I hugged you , but the eyes will become brighter, and the expression will not be so cold, it will be much softer."

"Yeah." Hinata responded patiently again, quietly listening to this guy talking nonsense.

"Then..." The gentleman paused, his brows furrowed for a moment, "an accident happened."

"There are rats in the organization, tipped off to the police, and provoked the FBI guy, and an organization," he frowned again, disgust and vigilance surfaced on his face, but only fleetingly, "Your life There was an accident in the research laboratory, and many key projects that the organization was rushing to research were directly destroyed, and some important researchers also died in that joint attack."

His brows widened again, and he sighed, "Your mother died in that accident."

"She was also very young at the time, only 30 to [-] years old, and she smiled softly, but unfortunately..." The gentleman shook his head, his expression became low, "The FBI is really cruel."

Is it Miyano Elena?
Hinata rationalized the information passed over by the other party: Miyano Elena was killed by the FBI.

His expression moved, and he confirmed, "My mother, was killed by the FBI?"

The fingers of that hand were still touching his brow bone, and the palm was rubbing against his cheek, so the owner of the hand could clearly feel the change in his expression, so he said without hesitation: "Yes, she is the organization The person in charge of an important research project, after the FBI broke in and failed to find the information they wanted, they forced your mother to be questioned."

"Your mother doesn't want to answer, so..."

The gentleman paused for a moment, and said, "Afterwards, they set a big fire."

"A fire that buried your mother."

(End of this chapter)