As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard the sound of boiling water from the illegal electrical appliances next to me.

Suddenly startled, I quickly started to turn off the power directly.

Then the next second, I realized that I had come back.

Is this back?

I looked at my hands, touched my face, and looked in the mirror at the long line drawn by the eyeliner, crooked.

It turned out that there was no real feeling at all, and it was different from every time before. I felt that this time it was unexpectedly peaceful.

It's too calm, but it feels unreal, not vigorous at all, am I getting old?

As soon as I moved my finger, I realized that I was actually holding a mobile phone in my hand. The screen of the mobile phone was turned on, and the latest chapter of Conan was displayed on it.

When did I unlock my phone?

Before I figured this out, my eyes were drawn to the plot in the comics.

The end of the picture is the end of this episode, which happened to be the moment when I fainted, and it was also the end of this episode.

Oh, sir, sure enough, what Sir An said at the end was Hiro, I have been there for so long, but I heard this nickname.

I turned up two more pages and saw myself covered in blood——

It hurts to watch.

hiss--

I somehow empathize with it, and even the drawn line on my head feels painful.

"Ding"!

When the phone rang, a message popped down on the top.

"The manga "Detective Conan" you follow has been updated!"

Is there a new chapter?

I didn't care to look at my heroic appearance, so I quickly scrolled down——

Compared with the "past" where I already know some general outlines, but I just don't know the details that I didn't see from my perspective, I want to see the future.

Decisively dig out coins to buy the latest chapter.

The cover picture at the beginning shows Conan sitting by the broken window of the Suzuki Tower, with one foot on the ground and one foot hanging in the abyss, holding Akai Shuichi’s mobile phone in his hand, but there is only one word on the screen,—— Reborn.

The first killer!

Pfft, sorry, I went to the wrong set.

I slid my finger and continued to look down.

There is no real-time picture after fainting, the first picture is the rescue scene in the hospital.That stimulation of injury and mental recovery, and blood loss.

No wonder it's not life-threatening.

I felt a little nervous in my heart. Although I knew that the comics had already been drawn like this, and there was a high probability that it would be fine, I still couldn't help being nervous.

After all, it was all made by me. If there is something wrong, wouldn't it mean that I personally BE my cp?

I'm just autistic, okay?

I will cry.

I don't even want to touch up my makeup, and I can't think about going out after that, so I just want to finish the manga quickly.

There are almost no real scenery shots below, only some scenes during the operation are interspersed in the composition, especially appearing symmetrically with Sir An.

However, only Conan and Akai Shuichi were outside the operating room.

You asked Ann sir?

There was absolutely no way he could go to the hospital and he couldn't, although he had ventured to the Suzuki Tower because there were reasons he had to witness.

But it was already very reluctant to spare that time, he couldn't go to accompany him, he didn't even have a chance to send Jing Guang to the hospital, and he didn't have time to sort out those messy messages, so he had to leave quickly.

Leaving from the alley, and then under Kazami's response, he quickly treated the traces of the wound in the dark alley, then changed into clean clothes, and continued to appear in front of the members of the winery as if nothing happened to test the situation, acting with ease.

This storyboard is very interesting, talking about investigating the Maori Detective Agency, but the background in my mind is the scene in the hospital.

You said that if you don't organize CP for this important matter, what can you organize.

In the second half of the story, it returned to Jing Guang, and memories began to intersperse in the blurred eyes of the rescued Jing Guang.

It's something I don't know, but I've seen first-person view too.

It's just that the impact of the first perspective is really not big enough.

Jing Guang's body was placed on a pure white hospital bed in a pure white room, his head was open, and several lines were connected to it, and then it was connected to an unknown machine.

Among the people standing next to him, there was obviously an acquaintance, Miwa Mako.

The next one is the person sitting in the back in the dark. Xiao Hei looks faceless, but the people next to him respect him very much and call him Rum.

Oh oh oh oh, this is the prelude to the rum chapter.

With his order, the machine started, and the things connected to Jingguang Jingguang's brain began to operate, just like the first-person perspective before, the physiological unbearable made Jing Guang almost unaware of Jingguang's screams Voice.

My precious Jingguang!

Hiss—it hurts so much. MD Rum, climb for me!

I suddenly felt my fist harden, just like I met the bomber in that hotel in Yokohama before, my iron fist of justice was really hungry.

There is also Jing Guang's confession next to it, and what he thinks intermittently in his consciousness is that no matter what, his identity and his body should not bring danger to Zero who is still undercover in the organization.

This strong thought made him plant a seed in the deepest part of his body even at the most dangerous moment.

Official forced to die together, you tell me this is not a fan comic?

The old thief went straight on the road to O Kafka, never to return.

Old thief: There is not a single fan in this class who can fight.

Seeing that the experiment reached its climax, Jing Guang's operation was about to be completed and the results announced——

This sentence is over.

???

I almost smashed my own mobile phone with a hammer, and my mentality suddenly reached the brink of explosion.

I couldn't control the prehistoric power in my body at that time.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

As soon as Jiyou entered the door with his things in hand, he saw me in the mental hospital pajamas stepping on the chair with one foot and the table with the other, my head almost hit the edge of the bed, and then I held my mobile phone as if I was dying.

"Finally still crazy?" His face was full of that expression of "I'm afraid you have some serious illness".

I smirked twice, then jumped off my seat.

He put the breakfast he had brought me on the table—the first cafeteria provided it family-friendly, six cents of steamed buns and two pieces of soy milk.

"You didn't just... come back, did you?" He frowned and hit the nail on the head.

I nodded sadly, pointed to the dried black line on my head and explained to my friend what happened before.

He pulled my roommate's chair from the side, sat in front of me, stretched out a hand and squeezed it, and then asked me mysteriously, "How does it feel?"

I froze for a moment, and it took a few seconds for me to react, and then I was excited, "Sweet, one word is cool! It makes me feel like I'm going to gay him!"

"Then I'll show him next time, and you'll show up, let's go to the comic exhibition to be gay?" Jiyou agreed, and he had already thought about the rest of the matter.

Naturally, I have no objection. Since I was naked once at the comic exhibition, I have no business or selling corruption.

Jiyou lowered his head and said suddenly, "You litter when you get up early in the morning?"

I made a question mark, followed his gaze, and saw a piece of paper falling beside my slipper, as if it had been taken down by my elbow just now?

I didn't pay much attention just now.

But I really don't want to put paper on the table, right?

When I picked it up, I saw beautiful Chinese characters written on it, "Thank you".

Me—the subway, the old man, looking at the phone.

"My roommate left it for me?" When did a group of dog boys in the dormitory leave a note to thank them, "How can they write such beautiful characters with their crawling characters?"

Thank you for what, thank you for helping me to help them click in the ancient Chinese class before?

I was wondering, but Jiyou thought of something, and then suddenly looked at me like that.

"Hey——what are you doing?" I looked at him vigilantly, I was too familiar with this look, and immediately retorted, "I have uninstalled Pin Xixi, don't want me to help you cut someone !"

gay friend:……

"No, haven't you looked at the Reuters pictures on the Internet, the line draft of a certain chapter in the future." He said, took out his mobile phone, and started to climb over the wall to help me find pictures on Twitter.

I pulled the stool and leaned over.

As I am already very familiar with Japanese, there is no obstacle at all to see the things searched by my friends.

Soon, he found a few pictures along his search history and handed them to me.

I clicked on it, and it was a very simple line draft sketch, but it was obvious that this was the scenery sitting on the hospital bed.

Because there is no coloring and no shadows, I can't feel Jing Guang's physical condition directly, but his eyes look radiant, as if there is light in them.

Oh oh oh oh oh - this is good news!

I'm excited!

There are no other people in the picture, and there is no complete storyboard, so I don't know who he is talking to.

Or no one, because the direction he was looking in seemed to be the silhouette of a window in the background.

——"I know, you're watching."

- "You can always see it."

——"Although it is difficult to express it completely in words, I have no chance to see you with my own eyes."

——“However, I still want to convey it.”

——"It's not just my share, but also zero... No one else will know your existence here except me."

——"I will not forget, I hope you have seen the message left."

--"Thanks."

I can feel my pupils shrinking, looking at these two words written on the letter paper with our school's name on it.

Simple and simple, it seems to weigh a thousand catties.

Rubbing his head, he thought of the mobile phone that was already in his hand when he opened his eyes just now, and thought of the program that was already on the Conan interface without doing anything just now.

Jing Guang...

I finally knew where the brain that I squeezed away went when my brain flower entered Jing Guang's body.

This is the real "brain change"...

I was shocked directly.

Isn't this breaking the dimensional wall?

Looking at the words on the note, before I could be moved by something - I was shocked, and suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned my eyes to look at the fanbook on the shelf next to me.

Fuck it, pass it by!

Fuck, my Chi'an fanben is still a fanben whose painting style is close to that of an old thief!

I can even feel that in the middle pages of this book, the corners are clenched and wrinkled.

This, this section of Hideichi Akai's ooc blackened compulsory small theater, poking my XP, the part that I got stuck with the bookmark, the part that people will turn to when they open it——

……

I'm sorry, Jing Guang.

Let you see things you shouldn't see!