The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Tangze lowered his head, glanced at the bouquet in his hand, and quickly realized that he was dreaming.

He hasn't had a dream for a long, long time since time travel.

As Leon said at the beginning, his guests are not qualified to have sweet dreams. As long as Karasawa falls asleep, his consciousness will immediately wake up in the velvet room, and even if he chooses to continue falling asleep in the bar, he will only enter a dark, dreamless sleep.

This kind of experience of clearly realizing that you are dreaming and being able to see your surroundings clearly is unique.

In his dream, he was completely unable to actively control his body's movements. He just watched himself walking in an empty white corridor.

The nurse wearing a mask hurried past him pushing a cart full of medicines. The slight beep of the instrument came closer and further away, and faintly heard crying coming from somewhere.

This is a hospital ward.

"Knock knock".

Stopping in front of a ward door, Tang Ze knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds. When no one responded, he pushed the door open and entered.

A man in a hospital gown was sitting on the hospital bed, turning his head to look silently at the morning light outside the window, turning a blind eye to his arrival.

"Good morning, Shiho." Karasawa heard himself say in a soft voice, "You seem to be recovering well. How are you feeling today?"

The girl sitting on the bed finally turned her head.

This is indeed Miyano Shiho.

"Well, your face looks much better." As if he was used to her silence, Karasawa arranged the flowers in his hands and began to put them into the glass bottle on the bedside, "You will be completely fine soon, Shiho. ."

Miyano Shiho watched his actions speechlessly, his face was cold and his expression was unfamiliar, and the disgust between his brows was something Karasawa could tell at a glance.

In this dream, he obviously has a bad relationship with Miyano Shiho and is not familiar with them.

"What are you going to do after you are discharged from the hospital?" Tangze still spoke to her in a soft and kind tone, "You are already safe. During this period of time, I have eliminated the last hidden danger. Shiho, You don’t have to…”

"Stop talking." He spoke in a breathy voice. The person leaning on the bed took two big breaths with great effort. His voice was trembling, but his tone was unmistakable and firm, "Get out."

Tangze paused while placing the flowers one by one.

He glanced at Miyano Shiho's eyebrows, took a breath, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Shiho."

"No need to apologize to me." Miyano Shiho raised his hand and touched the bandage on her throat. It seemed that she had suffered some injury that would affect her vocal cords. Her speaking voice was weak and hoarse, but this could not stop her from speaking every word. , finished what he said next, "The person who should listen to your apology is no longer here."

Tangze took in another breath and let out a gasp that sounded like he was choking in his throat.

Karasawa, who was familiar with his own state, knew that this meant that his emotions were somewhat out of control, causing fluctuations in his breathing rate.

"I have no power, I blame you." Miyano Shiho continued to speak, gritting her teeth, a look of pain appeared on her face, but she still continued her words resolutely, "I, too, am an incompetent person. But, I……"

She choked and coughed in pain.

Tang Ze quickly stood up, walked to the nursing table on the other side, poured a glass of water, and handed it to her hand.

Miyano Shiho made a swallowing movement with difficulty, raised his hand, and pushed the glass of water away with subtle but unwavering force.

"You said you can agree to any of my requests."

Tang Ze raised his eyes and saw a pair of blue eyes filled with tears. The early morning sun illuminated the snow-white ward brightly, but it could not shine into these eyes.

"Yes," Karasawa heard himself say, "I said it."

"So, my request is..." Miyano Shiho adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the bed again, "We never meet again."

"...You don't want to see me. It's a reasonable request." Putting the rejected glass of water on the bedside table, Tang Ze looked at the shaking water and smiled lowly, self-deprecatingly. Talking about repentance is too pretentious.”

He sighed and took two steps back.

"I agree to your request, Shiho." Karasawa stepped back, watching Miyano Shiho, who was unwilling to look at him, gradually turning into a shadow in the daylight, "Take good care of yourself. Just think of it for Akemi."

After saying this name, Tang Ze lowered his head, turned around and left this suffocating room as if he was running away.

A muffled cry finally sounded after he closed the door to the ward.

What is this...

It wasn't until he walked forward in silence again that Tang Ze had time to think about what he had just witnessed.

Miyano Shiho did not become Haibara Ai, but was seriously injured, and Miyano Akemi sounded like she did not survive...

Then, "repent" and "never meet again" are...

In the dream, he walked silently through the corridors, down the stairs, out of the hospital, into the crowd, walked silently through the noisy streets, and stood in front of the sidewalk.

It was working time at this time, and on the wide road in Shibuya, busy office workers and students were crowded together, shoulder to shoulder.

He was surrounded by people, but felt deeply lonely.

"Shinichi—wait for me—"

"Go slowly, there is still time."

High school students with bread in their mouths passed him by.

"Are you feeling better, Xiaolan? What happened to Uncle Maori..."

"Well...I'm fine."

"……It will be fine."

"...Yeah, but, I might move to my mother's place later..."

Standing on this side of the road, Tangze turned around and watched the boys and girls wearing Didan school uniforms walking towards the opposite side of the road.

"I'm sorry." Tang Ze heard his own voice ringing, as if he was speaking to the two children, and as if it was completely echoing in his heart. The voice became lower and lower, and gradually became like it was suppressed in his throat. Choking, "I'm sorry..."

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"...Karasawa, Karaze!"

Tang Ze opened his eyes and stared blankly at the cyan light flashing in front of him.

The strong feeling of loneliness had not completely subsided, and his mind was immersed in the mournful cry just now.

Tang Ze rarely cries.

Oh, if we talk about acting, then he is indeed a guy who can close his eyes and start crying anytime and anywhere, but it is really rare to say that he is so hurt that he sheds tears from his heart.

But the him in the dream really sounded like he was about to cry.

What happened to make him so vulnerable? Was that dream some kind of hypothetical situation that might happen?

Or is this some kind of warning and fable, reminding him that he must take good care of the Miyano sisters and the Mori family?

While he was still thinking about these possibilities, he suddenly felt a tug and finally came back to his senses.

"Where's the stretcher? Has the stretcher been brought over?"

"It's better to move him directly to the flat bed. He seems to be unresponsive..."

"No, we can't move him. What if there is internal bleeding or something? Let's carry him down on a stretcher first."

Before Tang Ze could wake up and express that he was fine, several pairs of hands had already grabbed his hands and feet, and someone else gently held the back of his neck and pulled him out of the cocoon-soft seat. come out.

Being carried out without any explanation, Tang Ze's eyes widened.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute -" Looking at the medical stretcher getting closer and closer, Tang Ze struggled, "What are you doing! I'm fine, I just slept a little longer -!"