It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 812 I Don’t Think You Understand

[Host...Host-sama?]

01The voice trembled slightly and floated to Qianzhu's side.

Qian Zhu was trembling all over at this moment, cold sweat had soaked his clothes, and piercing pain spread throughout his body. He only felt a trance in front of his eyes, and the things he experienced in his life replayed in his mind like a kaleidoscope.

[Host, host?]

01 He looked dazed, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly opened the system panel!

It clapped its hands on the panel and stared blankly at the vest column...

Among a bunch of gray names, there is a red name that has dimmed, representing that the name has been dead and can no longer be used.

Akiyama Reiichi.

01 With eyes wide open and feeling stiff, he looked at Qianzhu whose eyes were lifeless.

[Article 22 of the Manual: When the avatar used by the host dies, the host will fully experience the death and pain of the avatar. Since the avatar needs the host's mental support, this rule cannot be offset in any way.]

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01 was silent. 01 didn't know what to say. 01 also didn't know what it should do now.

It was not until the sky began to brighten that Qianzhu, who had collapsed on the ground, moved his fingers slightly and stood up from the ground with a trembling body.

[Host!]

01, who had been guarding him all night, hurried forward and looked at him with eyes as big as black beans and full of worry.

Qianzhu exhaled slightly. Even though he was still feeling a lot of pain, he still smiled gently at 01. He raised his hand with some difficulty and gently touched 01. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore."

[But......]

"I'll go clean it up first, and I'll explain it to you later."

His tone softened, with a hint of coaxing, and 01 nodded unconsciously.

Fortunately, the hotel supplies hot water all day long. Qianzhu soaked in the warm water, gently pressed his temples with his fingers, and then clicked on the system panel to reopen the vest clone that had been automatically shut down due to excess mental control.

Then, Kuno Nayazuki's figure appeared in the bathroom of the next room.

She glanced at Mao Lilan who was still sleeping soundly due to the drug, slowed down her pace, returned to the other bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

After changing into a set of clean and tidy clothes, Qianzhu walked to the bed and sat down. At this time, the pain in his body had almost disappeared.

He raised his eyes, smiled and waved to 01, "Come here."

01, struck by his beauty, ran over happily and rubbed his palm, temporarily forgetting even the thought of knowing the reason.

Qianzhu pinched it gently and didn't rush to speak.

01If you don’t ask, he won’t explain.

After all, the reason why he chose to do such a thing was simple.

01 He mistook Akiyama Reiichi's clone as himself on purpose.

With the death of Akiyama Reiichi, fewer people paid attention to him...

01 didn’t notice that his gentle and considerate host showed a smile like a villain behind the scenes.

In the end, 01 forgot his purpose and was coaxed by Qianzhu back into the system space.

The sky was already bright. Mao Lilan, who was sleeping soundly, climbed out of bed in a daze. When she recalled what happened in the early morning, she couldn't help feeling depressed.

Kuno Nayazuki, who happened to have gotten up, yawned, and when her eyes met her expression, she spoke out a few words to comfort her.

After they finished washing up, Maori Kogoro in the next room finally woke up. Seeing Conan sitting cross-legged on the bed, who seemed to have not slept all night, he yawned and asked casually, "What happened? You look haggard."

Conan opened his mouth and spoke after a while, "...Uncle, Lianyi committed suicide by falling off a building in the early morning..."

Kogoro Mouri paused for a moment while putting on his shoes, and after a long silence, he continued as if nothing had happened.

After he washed and dressed, he looked at Conan solemnly, "...Have you contacted Mr. Yukawa?"

Conan shook his head.

There was another silence. Maori Kogoro let out a breath, urged Conan to put on his clothes quickly, and walked out of the room.

They first ate something to fill their stomachs and then rushed to the hospital without stopping.

Reiichi Akiyama's body was temporarily stored in the hospital morgue.

After confirming it, Kogoro Mori called Masaki Yukawa to ask for his opinion.

Upon hearing the news, Masaki Yukawa was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, but still expressed his desire to help Reiichi Akiyama deal with the aftermath, and then rushed over immediately.

After completing the remaining formalities, they thought about it and decided to erect a monument for Reiichi Akiyama, but did not plan to bury his ashes.

After all, he had stayed underground long enough.

Masaki Yukawa moved his ashes to another house near the sea and placed them in a bright room.

After the matter was completely over, everyone returned to Mihua City with a different mood.

After several days had passed, the sadness in their hearts caused by Reiichi Akiyama's death seemed to have dissipated a little, but they would still recall the little things they had spent with him over the past half month because of some small things.

Mao Lilan, who was staring at a wind chime in a daze, came back to her senses, couldn't help but sigh softly, patted her cheeks lightly, and continued to pick up the book to read.

Inside the Polo Coffee Shop, a blue-haired young man poked Conan's head, propped his chin with one hand and looked at him in confusion, "I say, you guys went out to play, why do you look a little absent-minded when you come back?"

"Ah? No, I was just thinking about something."

Conan blinked and took a sip of his iced coffee.

Beihefenger glanced at him suspiciously, "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true. After all, I'm a first-grade student now. I have to think about how to write my homework." Conan looked at him with half-moon eyes.

"You? Are you still stumped by first-year homework?"

Beihefenger opened his eyes wide and looked him up and down in disbelief.

Conan's mouth twitched, "Come on, first-year homework these days can be a bit taxing sometimes, right?"

"Okay, okay, I understand, I understand." Bei Hefenger showed a meaningful smile.

Conan: "..." No, I don't think you understand.

"By the way, I heard that you resigned from Dos Cafe?"

He calmly changed the subject.

"Yes." Beihefenger nodded and admitted it frankly.

"Why?" Conan asked curiously.