Don't let Conan know I have super powers

The next day was Sunday. Yeyue had nothing to do, so she went out to hang out. Of course, he wasn't really just hanging out. He was observing the country's customs and customs in order to decide how to develop.

According to his observation, the current technological level of Conan's world does not exclude places that transcend the 21st century, but is generally equivalent to the end of the 20th century. When walking on the street, I don’t even see anyone using a mobile phone with a color screen. Most of them are brick phones.

"If I remember correctly, in less than half a year, people will be able to quickly move from the era of mobile phones to the era of smartphones. The smartphones and laptops I brought with me through time travel will have no advantage by then, and I have to rush there. Let these things create the greatest value for me before..."

What Yeyue thought of was to dismantle, study, and then imitate.

But the problem is that even if you have all the theoretical knowledge about chips, it is useless. Without high-precision photolithography machines and supporting industries, you simply cannot create corresponding chips. Now in 1994, the accuracy of photolithography machines should still be at the micron level, which is completely different from the 7 nanometers and 5 nanometers that will be available many years later.

"It's difficult to do it. You have a golden mountain but you can't take advantage of it."

Just when Ye Yue was feeling sorry for herself, a homeless man in ragged clothes walked over, with a cigarette in his mouth, and a sense of sharpness that was not defined by the world.

"Sir, do you want to buy a sketch and portrait? One piece only costs 1,000 yen." The homeless man said to Yeyue.

Yeyue looked up and was startled, because there was a luminous text floating above the homeless man's head.

What the hell? This guy doesn't look like a famous character in the world of Conan!

[Legal identity: Obtain a legal identity without changing other people's memories. (Must have permanent ability status to use)]

Um? Isn't this ability...what I need most as a gangster?

Only by completely gaining the trust of the other party can you obtain this ability. In this case, I am determined to make you my friend!

"Are you a painter?" Yeyue looked at the homeless man's belongings and found that there were indeed drawing boards and the like. I heard that people who engage in art are very bohemian. No wonder a good person can become like a ghost - just for fun.

Regardless of whether it was dirty or not, Yeyue held the tramp's hand enthusiastically and said with a smile: "Oh, to tell you the truth, what I admire most are painters. What about Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, La Phil, Van Gogh, Picasso, they are all my idols, I find the meaning of life from their paintings, blah blah..."

The tramp was stunned. He didn't know whether it was because of Yeyue's enthusiasm or what Yeyue said.

"I'm a painter? It should be...probably maybe..." The tramp was a little unsure.

Yeyue was thoughtful, why is this guy not so confident? Could it be that he is so bad at painting that he dare not call himself a painter? It must be, it doesn't look like he can make money from the way he is dressed.

"What do you mean, right? You have to be more confident! As long as you love painting, then you are a painter, and you don't need to be recognized by others! I think there was an art student who failed because he cared too much about other people's opinions, so he brought so much to the world A disaster..."

The tramp was stunned for a moment, and nodded stupidly and replied, "Huh? Oh, oh, I know. Then I am a painter."

"Well, that's right. Let's get to know each other. My name is Yeyue. What's your name?"

"Name...my name...it hurts so much, ah ah, my head hurts so much..."

What a strange name.

Wait, something seems wrong... Yeyue suddenly found the homeless man holding his head in pain and shouting, "Who am I? Ah, ah, who am I? Why am I here?"

This scene looked so much like those people with amnesia on TV that Yeyue felt a thump in her heart.

Good guy, does this guy have amnesia? He doesn't know who he is?

Huh? Could it be that because he has lost his memory and wants to know his identity, what he desires most now is to have a legal identity? In this way, the characteristics of the soul can change.

"Calm down! Brother, calm down! It doesn't matter who you are, your name is just a code name. I can be called Yeyue, you can be called Yeyue, anyone can be called Yeyue... What really determines our identity is not our name. , but our place in society. You are a painter! This is who you are!”

The homeless man stopped shouting instantly and took his hands off his head. He said to himself blankly, "Painter... I am a painter."

"Yes! You are a painter!"

"I-I'm hungry, I don't have money to buy anything... Can I draw a sketch for you? A painting only costs a thousand yen."

"We'll talk about that later. The painter is the one I admire most. I'll treat you to something to eat!"

……

After a while, Ye Yue was already sitting on a roadside bench with the homeless man eating a box lunch. Because the homeless man was too dirty, he was not allowed to enter the store. Yeyue did not stand on the moral high ground to argue with the store, because to be honest, he also felt that this guy was dirty. If it were not for the purpose of gaining skills, Yeyue's slightly mysophobic character would have been intolerable.

Through careful exploration and recalling the plot, Yeyue finally got an impression of this homeless man.

This is the deceased in "The Murder Case of the Wandering Painter". His name seems to be Hayase... I can't remember the specific Ye Yue.

The people who originally met him were supposed to be the juvenile detective team. The children discovered that he had lost his memory and sent him to the hospital. As a result, he regained his memory and ran home and was killed by his wife. The reason is that this guy once embezzled public funds, and the police were unable to convict him because his whereabouts were unknown. His wife killed him because of the money he embezzled.

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"No, I always find a place to sleep."

Yeyue thought for a while and said deliberately: "Then, can I take you to the police station?"

Hayase suddenly became nervous, "No! No, I won't go to the police station! Don't send me to the police station!"

"Okay, I won't go if I don't go." Yeyue saw that even though he had lost his memory, he was still subconsciously afraid of the police, so he stood up and said seriously: "Now that you have met me, you don't have to continue wandering. I will take care of you." If you take me home and live with me, I will treat you as my biological brother from now on!"

The sunlight shone on Yeyue's body, looking sacred and great, and Hayase was stunned.

"Mr. Yeyue, you are such a good person. Wuwuwu..."

……

Yeyue returned to Mima Manor. The landlord, Mr. Sugiura, was in the vestibule. He turned around and was startled to see the ragged homeless man, "Mr. Yeyue, this...is this your friend?"

The landlord's son, Sugiura Kaito, was hiding behind his father and watching this scene, just like Hayase was hiding behind Yozuki.

Yeyue apologized to Mr. Sugiura, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sugiura, this is the homeless man I met on the road. I thought he was pitiful, so I brought him back... I will pay double the rent this month. "

Telling the truth is also to clear the air. After all, Hayase still has a case against him.

Mr. Sugiura wanted to refuse, but when he remembered the scene of those people from the Nishenhui saluting Yeyue, he suddenly withered.

"Hahaha, Mr. Yeyue, you are such a good person. I support you from the bottom of my heart in this matter!"