MTL - Conan Dressed As Gin-Chapter 84 Extra Story: Small Events (1)

pain.

Severe pain and weakness all over the body.

Shan Heqing felt that his throat was extremely dry and the fire was burning. He barely opened his eyelids, and the world in front of him was blurred.

He thought he might have a high fever.

He was lying on the ground, in front of him was a dark and dirty alley, no one passed by.

Shan Heqing was confused and couldn't remember where he was before, why he appeared on the ground here, and had a fever.

He panted and worked hard for a long time, finally stood up and stumbled out.

Out of the alley, it is an ordinary street, the street is lit with neon lights, and the aroma of food is also floating.

It's about seven or eight in the evening now.

Shan Heqing squinted to identify the direction, he vaguely felt that he knew this street, but felt very strange.

Seems like... the Maori Detective Agency is down this street.

What's so strange about it?

When he has a fever, he needs antipyretics. At this time, you can't go to Conan, you can only solve it yourself.

Then go to the base on the 26th, give Vodka a call and ask him to buy some medicine.

Strange...the phone is gone too.

Shan Heqing frowned in distress and walked helplessly to the office.

—Although reluctantly, he urgently needs antipyretics. I feel like I can't stand it anymore.

Stumbled to the downstairs of the office, he vaguely heard the girl's surprised cry.

- Shan Heqing warned himself not to faint when he was not sure of the identity of the person, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and his eyes darkened.

…

When Conan woke up, it was already evening.

He glanced at the phone, his eyes were blank for a moment, and he suddenly shouted and jumped up: "Damn!"

Xiaolan stuck her head out of the kitchen strangely: "What's wrong Conan? What's wrong?"

Conan frowned: "Sister Xiaolan? Did my dad come to pick me up today? He said he would come to play with me in the afternoon."

"...I actually slept! I slept now! Didn't he come?"

He was a little confused.

Could it be that something happened to Jinjiu that delayed it?

Xiaolan was stunned for a while, then suddenly put down the tomato in her hand, walked out and squatted in front of Conan worriedly, looking at him seriously: "Conan, do you miss your father?"

"Ugh?"

"Your father didn't come today. Did you have such a dream because you missed your father?" Xiaolan looked at him apologetically.

"Ugh…?!"

"Sure enough, I kept Conan in foster care for so long but didn't come to see him... There must be a limit to being busy." She said in a low voice.

Conan was a little confused, he felt that something was not right.

Xiaolan suddenly cheered up: "Okay, Conan, I'm going to go to the supermarket again! Add food! Can I make you something delicious tonight?"

"Oh...oh." Conan replied hesitantly. He was still thinking about what was wrong.

Xiao Lan quickly changed her shoes, put on her handbag, and went downstairs.

After dozens of seconds, she heard a scream.

"What's wrong, Miss Lan!" Conan reacted quickly and rushed out.

He has always been very agile at times like this.

"It's this child, this child passed out, he seems to have a high fever." Xiao Lan raised her head at the door of the office, and in her arms, held a child with her eyes closed.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the child, he felt very strange again.

The kid looked about the same age as Conan. His long golden hair was messy, and he was wearing light gray short sleeves and black shorts, but the short sleeves and shorts were like adults' clothes, and they were deliberately torn into a child's style, so they didn't fit well.

His exposed face and bare feet were very dirty, like a homeless child.

"I'll find out if there is any antipyretic medicine. I'll take him to the hospital in a while. Conan, you should call the police first. This child is still wandering outside at such a late hour... Could he be an orphan?" Xiao Lan said with some pity.

Conan's eyes turned hesitantly on the boy's face, and nodded in agreement.

Xiaolan took the boy back to the sofa on the second floor, and found some antipyretic medicine for him to take, but the boy seemed to be very wary and refused to open his mouth.

Conan stood aside, staring at the boy's face, looking more and more strange.

The boy's face was familiar, as if he knew it.

Whose child is that?

And blond hair... long blond hair...

Of all the people he knew, the one with the most resemblance to this face was...

Conan thought for a while.

—An incredible idea popped into his head.

This, this, this child, could it be the illegitimate child of Jinjiu? !

Conan's face suddenly became serious, and his brain was thinking quickly.

Today is the weekend, and Gin made an appointment with him to pick him up for daily training. But the gin did not come today. No one was found or messaged to tell him.

Instead, in the evening, a child who was suspected of his son appeared... Judging from his embarrassed appearance, it seemed that he had traveled for a long time to arrive.

Could it be that there was something wrong with Gin in the organization? ! He suffers from being unable to escape, so he has to let his illegitimate son, who has never appeared in front of others, escape by chance...

He can only find the only one who knows the situation and can help his father... himself? !

But there is another possibility, that is - the gin is also inexplicably smaller.

No no no! This is outrageous!

Xiaolan was a little worried: "Is the ambulance still here? This child doesn't take medicine at all..."

Where did Conan call an ambulance? He hesitated and came up with an idea: "That's right! Dr. Li has a car, go and ask Dr. Li to help take him to the hospital!"

The child's forehead was hot, and his expression was very uncomfortable, and he could not delay. Xiaolan agreed immediately.

Conan immediately went out and called Dr. A Li, explained the matter clearly, emphasized the emphasis, and asked Haihara to come with him.

- To identify the identity of this child, it is only necessary for Haiyuan to feel whether there is an aura of organization in him.

This is the easiest way.

The author has something to say: This is the first part of the first episode~