How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

Host Tianyong thought for a while, then looked at Xiu Nian next to him.

"Xiu Nian, go find some medicine for this benefactor, I remember earlier..."

"Cough cough cough...Thank you for the kindness of the host, but I don't think it's necessary. Phew... I've taken medicine before, and it's not good to take too much..."

Feng Jianhe held his chest and panted heavily, "But I'm really not feeling well, I'd better trouble Master Xiu Nian to take me to rest..."

"Eh? Brother Kazama, you haven't eaten yet..."

"I'll save some for Brother Kazama!"

"Let Kazama go to bed first, if he wants to eat, he can go to the kitchen at night."

Uncle Mao Li made a final decision and finally became serious.

So Kazama Crane followed Xiu Nian to the room.

Xiu Nian has a good personality, seeing that Kazama Crane's current situation is inconvenient, she helped him make the bed, made all the preparations, and when Kazama Crane lay down, she helped him pull the quilt.

"Benefactor, the little monk is not far away. If the benefactor needs it, you can call me at any time."

After finishing speaking, Xiu Nian got up and prepared to leave the room.

"and many more."

Behind him, Kazama Crane's voice, somewhat hoarse due to constant coughing, sounded.

"Master Xiu Nian... I know the truth about the Wutiangou incident back then."

!!!

Xiu Nian was shocked all over, and immediately stopped in her tracks.

Time passed little by little, and a lot of things happened overnight. The crane in the wind heard the sound of the rumbling waterfall, which seemed to be a little louder, and heard a scream from Uncle Mao Li in the middle of the night.

Also, he walked back and forth several times at the door of his room, approaching, moving away, approaching, moving away...the sound of hesitant footsteps.

However, perhaps because he was woken up several times in the middle of the night and exhausted his mental energy, Kazama Crane felt gradually more and more tired from sleeping, and in the end it was like a ghost pressing the bed. He could clearly hear the sounds of the outside world vaguely, but he just opened his eyes. Do not open your eyes.

There was also a burst of severe pain in the chest, and the warm liquid gradually flowed to the corner of the mouth...

Conan, Xiaolan, Uncle Mao Li and a group of monks got up early in the morning and gathered in the previous dining room to prepare breakfast.

Several people looked like they hadn't slept well, yawning non-stop, they were all woken up by Uncle Mao Li's screams last night.

Uncle Mao Li could only laugh and rub the back of his head, it was all because of Xiao Lan last night.

Xiaolan didn't dare to go to the bathroom alone, so she woke up both him and Conan to accompany him, but even frightened people with the Tengu mask hanging on the wall...

"Eh? Where did Host Tianyong go?"

At this time, a monk mentioned this matter, and the complaining crowd realized that there was one person missing.

"By the way, there is also Brother Kazama, and Brother Kazama is not here either!"

"Brother Kazama, I went to see him in the morning. His quilt is bulging, and he should still be asleep."

"That's good."

"That means the host is gone!"

"Go and see!"

The four monks and Xiaolan just scattered around looking for people. Soon, Kuan Nian, who was going to the meditation room, let out a scream, attracting everyone.

Uncle Mao Li stared at the host Tianyong hanging on the beam, and shouted that classic sentence.

"Xiaolan, go to the police!"

Conan also shouted another sentence in shock at the same time, "It's the masterpiece of Wutiangu!"

The corpse of Chairman Tianyong hanging high on the beam, and a big hole in the wall next to it... everything fits with the legend of Wu Tiangou.

Except for the beautiful girl.

Soon, Police Officer Megure led the team to the scene.

As soon as he arrived, he immediately sealed off the scene and followed a monk to the meditation room.

But just as everyone was checking and explaining what had happened, a police officer ran over quickly.

"Megure police department, it's bad! We found another dead person in another room!!"

"Another dead man?"

"The only ones who aren't there are..."

"Brother Kazama!!!"

Xiaolan screamed and ran away in a hurry.

At the door of the room, several police officers were standing guarding the "scene".

"Brother Kazama... woo woo woo..."

Looking at the picture in the room, Xiaolan couldn't help crying. She covered her face and tried her best to hold back, but she still let out some broken cries.

In the room, Kazama Crane's face was pale, with one hand on his chest, his head tilted to one side, blood stains remained at the corner of his mouth, the pillow was already stained red by the blood, and the fragmented hair was stuck to the pillow by the dried blood.

Chapter 16 The Dead Is Myself?

Xiaolan couldn't help crying, looking at the picture in the room, her whole body seemed to lose strength, and she didn't dare to approach at all.

Conan and Uncle Maori also arrived in the room behind, and they were also stunned when they saw the scene in the room.

"Boy Kazama, just..."

Uncle Maori and Kazama Crane didn't meet many times, and he got to know him more from Xiaolan and Conan, or from newspapers and books.

But after reading the book written by Kazama Crane under Xiaolan's crazy recommendation, he also had to admire him and accepted the fact that his reputation was not as good as his.

When he went up to the mountain to enjoy the cherry blossoms today, he disliked Kazama Crane at first.

Not only because he is in poor health and may have an accident at any time, but also because he has been hearing about this person from Xiaolan's mouth recently, which made him feel vigilant instinctively from his old father.

but now……

Uncle Mao Li looked at the young man lying motionless in the room, and the sunlight shone on the pillow, making the dark red dried blood bright again.

Not happy at all.

Even if he had seen so many people who were alive and dead like this, he couldn't help but feel a little heavy when he saw the people who were still alive fall down like this.

Conan also stood blankly at the door, his brain froze for a long time.

He and Xiaolan had visited Feng Jianhe in the hospital many times, and saw his sick appearance, but they had never seen him bleed so much, nor had he seen his face so pale.

Mr. Kazama...

Mr. Kazama...

Brother Kazama...

The change of address again and again represents the shortening of the distance, the increase of emotion, and the increase of mutual understanding.

From the beginning: "a man with a sudden onset," "a writer," "a famous writer."

To the later ones: "a man of mystery", "a man who knew my deepest secrets", "a man who was always sick", "a man with the same hobbies", "a learned man".

But now, perhaps, to add the last, "a deceased."

Endless complexity and sadness suddenly rushed to my heart, but even a trace of anger could not be raised.

If other people died, they could still investigate the cause of death and avenge him, but what about Fengjianhe?

He died of illness, making the living people so powerless...

Kazama Crane is still in a strange state like a ghost pressing a bed.

He could hear everything and smell the strong smell of blood coming from around him, but he seemed to be floating in nothingness, unable to perceive the existence of his body at all.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.

He felt himself vomiting blood, his consciousness sank little by little until he became the current state, and then he looked forward to someone coming to save him...

Turns out he heard voices yelling for dead bodies.

It should be that the host of Tianyong died, Xiu Nian finally went to murder for revenge...

Yes, he knew who the dead person was, and even the murderer, because he was the one who told Xiu Nian the truth.

Two years ago, a monk was killed by the host of Tianyong pretending to be Wutiangu. The police failed to find out the real murderer and closed the case with suicide.

And Xiu Nian, the younger brother of the monk, did not believe that his brother would commit suicide, so he entered the temple to find the truth.

Last night, Kazama Crane recalled all the plots and told him the truth directly.

At the same time, Kazama Crane gave him two options - revenge himself, or try to find evidence for the police to deal with.

Obviously, he chose to do it himself.

But as someone said, the knight who slays the devil is also stained with the blood of the devil.

Xiu Nian, who succeeded in revenge, has also become a new murderer and is about to face prison.

However, Kazama Crane secretly rejoiced that he had not misjudged the person, the footsteps coming and going at the door of the room last night belonged to Xiu Nian.

I can definitely guess that it was Xiu Nian who killed her. If she doesn't die, Xiu Nian will definitely face prison.

Murder?Or accept it?

Kazama Crane was lucky that Xiu Nian chose the latter.

Fortunately, he has not been dazzled by revenge, and he is still that kind monk.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I have to drag this terrible body to make a move.

When Xiu Nian went back and forth at the door, struggling repeatedly, Kazama Crane's physical condition was not as bad as it is now.

With the advanced agility rewarded by the system, plus a little bit of swordsmanship that I understand after improving my swordsmanship aptitude, it is not difficult to deal with Xiu Nian who just killed someone exhausted.

But now...

Kazama Crane despaired a little bit.

He just waited quietly for dawn, and then heard the news of the discovery of the dead body and the police, and listened to the police rushing past.