The Split-Actress in Conan's World

The bright silvery moonlight passed through the tall buildings, flowed easily through the gaps, and came to the window of a ward, but was blocked by the soft light.

The room is lit with warm yellow lights. This is a special design so that patients can maintain a good mentality and recover from their illness. The brightness is just right and will not hurt the eyes.

Chiyoko had a good rest and her expression was peaceful. Even when Haibara Ai let go of her hand, she no longer showed that uncomfortable expression. So she let go of her hand, moved away from the bed, pulled a chair and sat at the table, and filled her stomach with something to eat, which was brought by the people who came to visit her.

Conan fell on the chair and fell asleep without knowing when. There was a faint gleam of water around his lips. It seemed that he was very tired that day.

Haibara Ai picked up the remote control, turned on the TV hanging on the wall, turned the volume down to the minimum, and while watching TV, she picked up an apple from the fruit basket and slowly peeled it with a knife.

The evening news has come to an end, but even so, the explosion that affected the entire Tokyo is still a topic that cannot be avoided today. It is even mentioned at the end of the news, and even chat entertainment programs on other channels have used this case as a topic.

Most mainstream programs praised the achievements of the Metropolitan Police Department, saying that they responded quickly, solved cases quickly, and had mature methods to deal with bombs.

Most entertainment programs bring up the incompetence of the Metropolitan Police Department in previous incidents, and then pretend to be surprised that this time the Metropolitan Police Department performed beyond its normal level. They also show a dismissive attitude towards the terrorist bombing that was prevented in advance, and mock the criminals as "stupid guys" who even the Metropolitan Police Department can defeat, in order to create jokes and highlights.

They had different opinions on the incident that was prevented, but the only consensus was that they all believed that it was the Metropolitan Police Department that solved the case.

However, after everyone left in the afternoon, Conan told her roughly what happened in the whole case. The location of the bomb in Tokyo Tower was deduced by him by contacting Inspector Megure over the phone, posing as Kudo Shinichi. The bomb disposal was done by a mysterious passerby who suddenly appeared, suspected to be a public security officer, or even someone who was more specific than "Jinpei Matsuda". The location of the second bomb was entirely based on information received from the public security officer.

In the end, Kudo Shinichi, Kouan, Matsuda Jinpei...their presence in this incident was completely hidden, leaving only the "achievements" of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It is understandable that the public security and Officer Matsuda hid themselves, but why did Kudo Shinichi also disappear in this incident?

Chiyoko was still sleeping soundly in bed, so of course it was impossible for him to have done it.

But who was it, and for what purpose did they hide the existence of Kudo Shinichi? You know, "Kudo Shinichi" has always been helping the Metropolitan Police Department solve cases, and the Metropolitan Police Department has no need to deliberately cover up this.

In order not to affect the credibility of the Metropolitan Police Department, the personal influence of detectives should be reduced?

She was not the naive type to feel this way.

Haibara Ai looked at Conan on the other side of the table. This guy moved restlessly a few times, with his head drooping like he was fishing. She had a feeling that he might have woken himself up at some point.

According to this detective boy, the man suspected to be "Jinpei Matsuda" recognized him as Kudo Shinichi... Although he did not show any sign of admitting it, knowing that this name is related to Conan is a problem in itself.

Why does it feel like everyone knows his identity...

Haibara Ai's eyes suddenly looked a little strange.

I won't tell you how Gryffindy knew about it, but Professor Lecter was the one who blew himself up, and now a guy who looks like a public security officer pops up.

Huibara Ai sighed softly.

This young detective is indeed becoming more and more complacent. I hope that one day he and Guang will not be exposed together.

While thinking about all sorts of things, the white body of the apple in her hand had already been revealed. Huihara Ai cut it into pieces in a few strokes, and suddenly she got interested. She moved her hand holding the fruit knife slightly and carved the shape of a rabbit out of them.

The cut fruits were placed on a plate and sprinkled with some water to prevent oxidation. Huibara Ai sat upright and lowered her head to admire them, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Hehe..."

Conan yawned, opened his hazy eyes, stretched exaggeratedly, and saw an exquisite fruit plate not far in front of him, and subconsciously reached out his hand.

"Thank you...hiss!"

However, before his hand touched the edge of the plate, Haibara Ai rudely slapped him back.

"If you want to eat it, peel it yourself."

She pointed to the fruit basket on the other side.

This woman is still as vicious as ever.

Conan angrily took out an apple, not even bothering to peel it. He just wiped it twice with his sleeve and took a bite.

When I saw her like that before, I thought she had changed her personality.

He remembered the gentle look of Huibara Ai lying beside the bed when he first arrived at the ward, and shook his head.

Now it seems that it was probably just his illusion. How could this woman have that kind of expression?

After eating an apple in a few bites, Conan was still not satisfied. He stretched his body, looked into the fruit basket, and rummaged through it.

"Why are there only apples? Didn't you order any other fruits?"

"This is for the injured, not for you." Haibara Ai rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

"After a broken bone, there are many things you can't eat. The doctor is just looking for a symbol of safety."

"Then I'd better go down and find something to eat myself." Conan jumped down from the chair, walked to the door of the ward and turned back, "Do you want to bring anything?"

"I'll just... bring back some porridge."

Haibara Ai said it casually at first, then she thought of something and changed her words.

"When did your taste become so light...Oh, okay." Conan was a little confused, but when he saw Chiyoko lying on the hospital bed, he understood.

"Then I'll just bring you something else."

Conan closed the door gently and walked out.

The room returned to silence, with only the slight sound of the television set at the lowest volume. It was not noisy, but instead added some liveliness to the deserted ward, making it less depressingly quiet.

After the detective boy left, she and Chiyoko were the only ones left here again. This made her think of the time when he was pushed out of the operating room not long ago, and she felt a little uneasy.

Haibara Ai landed lightly and walked slowly to Chiyoko's bed. Her movements were very gentle, for fear of disturbing the rare peaceful rest of the silver-haired boy.

Tucking up the slightly fallen quilt, Haibara Ai just quietly looked at the face that was childish yet faintly mature.

He always looks lazy, as if he has no interest in anything. His amber eyes, though bright, are often dazed. He only reveals his pure childishness when he mentions sweets, and...also when he argues with her.

But once those beautiful eyes closed, revealing a calm look, the laziness seemed to disappear, leaving only the calm indifference as quiet as water, so lonely, so...keeping people at a distance.

She didn't like this feeling, just as she didn't like the way Chiyoko looked after she grew bigger. The feeling of relaxation that lingered around him was gone, just like a battle-hardened bow that became taut after being stretched, emitting a cold murderous aura all the time, and no one knew when it would break.

So boring, so uneasy, so...painful.

It's almost like another gin.

In fact, she could more or less feel the pain that Chiyoko was feeling buried beneath her ease.

All the torture he suffered in the organization, his birth, and his end, all originated from that man. Everyone is looking forward to making him a new, or even a superior Gin.

He himself doesn't want to get bigger.

Because that would make him feel like he was back in the old days, when everyone wanted him to be Gin.

But he had to grow bigger. Only by growing bigger could he fight against Gin, or even defeat him, so that one day he could tear apart this nightmare that was entangled with his destiny.

He didn't want to become Gin, so he tried his best to erase Gin.

But only by becoming Gin can you kill Gin.

Even Haibara Ai herself couldn't explain why she was unwilling to give Chiyoko the antidote to grow bigger. Was it because she was more concerned about his health, or was afraid of seeing him burn to death in his self-torture?

There doesn't seem to be any difference, it's all pain.

The pair of silver eyebrows wrinkled slightly, Chiyomi's eyes trembled slightly, calmed down for a while, and then slowly opened.

"Uh.....sigh?"

Her gentle face was reflected in those familiar eyes, and the coldness surrounding the boy was instantly broken. The unclear speech brought a kind of casualness that made people feel pleasing.

Just like the warm but not dazzling sunshine in the afternoon.

"Want something to eat?"

Haibara Ai picked up her own cup of water from the table, gently put it to Chiyoko's mouth, and slowly lowered it. He drank it in small sips, then moved his hand slightly, and Haibara Ai took the cup away.

"An apple sent by the Doctor."

She picked up a piece of rabbit she had cut herself. It was just the right size so that even a child's mouth could easily eat it in one bite.

Chiyoko opened her mouth slightly and ate the cute little rabbit.

The texture is crunchy and not as crispy as the apple variety, so you don't need to chew it hard.

It's quite sweet.

It was so sweet that it made him feel that his injury and hospitalization this time didn’t seem so bad?

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I'm back, kids.

After two and a half months, we finally won the resurrection match. It is cause for celebration.

First of all, I would like to express my sincere apology to all my book friends. I am sorry. I promised to update the books continuously, but I broke my promise in the end. I have disappointed all the book friends who have been waiting for me. I feel very sorry for this. I am sorry.

Secondly, let me explain what happened in these two and a half months. In fact, it has some causal relationship with the plot in our book.

After all, I never expected that after I finished writing about Chiyoko going to the hospital, I would be sent there myself.

The only difference is that Chiyo was killed by the explosion, while I had a car accident. A shared bicycle ran a red light, and the driver swerved the steering wheel and crashed into a fire hydrant on the side of the road.

Fortunately, I hit a fire hydrant instead of a solid concrete wall. But I was unlucky as the impact was not strong enough and the airbag did not deploy. I broke two ribs, fractured my right forearm, and hit my head. If I hadn't worn a seat belt, my ribs probably wouldn't have been broken, but my life might not have been lost.

It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Although my injury is not that serious, it is not a minor injury to be honest, especially since it is my hand. I will not be able to type for a while, which is why I will stop updating.

But it’s not the main reason.

I have serious obsessive-compulsive tendencies and am a perfectionist to a certain extent. The promise of continuous updates is a promise to me. I take promises very seriously and will not make them lightly, nor will I break them easily.

But no matter what the reason, whether it was subjective or objective, I broke my promise after all, which made me suffer a lot in the initial period of time, especially when I had just finished the operation. I was lying in the hospital bed with all kinds of thoughts every day. Affected by my physical condition, my mentality was actually very bad.

At that time, I even thought, what if the injury is too serious and I can't lift my hands anymore? I make a living with these hands.

Now that I think about it, it was actually quite stupid.

If I had apologized openly and sent a notice at that time, I believe that many book friends would have understood and might have been willing to wait for me, but I just couldn't cross that hurdle. I couldn't break my promise to everyone and at the same time shamelessly ask everyone to wait for me.

So he chose a more shameless path - pretending to be dead.

As long as I give up this book and these book friends and pretend that nothing exists, I can start over easily by changing my username and book. The Internet is so big, who can recognize who?

During these days, even though I know that many people will be disappointed, will call me a eunuch, and will make all kinds of remarks, I still cannot control myself. The first thing I do when I wake up every day is to habitually open the backstage to check the data and the comments left by everyone, and then fall into the pain of guilt and self-blame in the messages that are either encouraging or accusing.

During my time in the hospital, this pain bothered me more than the physical pain.

I have thought about it more than once, trying to convince myself not to look at it anymore. It's pointless, so I gave up. I even looked at the button called "Log Out" more than once.

But in the end, it can't be done.

Although this book did not perform well and did not bring me much profit, I was indeed happy when I was writing it. During the countless times when I was scratching my head over the plot ideas and racking my brains over the character arrangements, it brought me fulfillment and satisfaction. This book is entirely from my pen and my personal will. It is my child and I am proud of it.

I have indeed lost my credibility, so I am in no position to ask for forgiveness, but I did pick up the keyboard again as soon as my health improved, ready to continue fighting this long story.

At least this wouldn't be more torturous than the two and a half months of empty thoughts lying in bed.

In the next month, the update will be updated twice a day, and the update time will still be at 10 am every day. After a month, it will return to a single update, but there will be unstable updates of more chapters from time to time. As compensation for the absence of the past two and a half months, I will try to slowly fill the gap in this part of the update.

Well, enough of the shameless talk.

I wish you all a happy life.