Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 242: Mizuki Yingsheng is really dead
If we look at it from the perspective of change, the heaven and earth cannot even change for a moment; if we look at it from the perspective of the unchanging, things and I are all endless.

Born in the morning and died in the evening, what does it matter?

Love and murderous intent merged for the second time, and turned into life before reaching the [border].

Yingsheng smiled slightly, and his consciousness completely disappeared.

"Qingzi, don't call me for anything."

Qingzi paused slightly and continued to press gently, with the corners of her lips slightly raised and an unprecedented warmth between her brows.

"Goodnight, Hotaru."

[Love +4]

This was the largest single gain in the past month, but Yingsheng didn't see it at all.

His consciousness had fallen into a deep sleep.

His true self is now completely empty.

Xuantian...

Xuantian...

At 10:30 am on Saturday, a bit of consciousness awakened from the darkness. It took only the time of a thought to go from being in a daze to being fully awake.

Yingsheng took off the eye mask in front of his eyes, and the room was still quite dim. The dazzling bright sunlight shone through the edge of the balcony curtains, but there was no light in the middle.

Are his curtains so light-blocking?

Yingsheng took a closer look and realized that what he saw was not the curtains, but the quilt on his bed, which was covered on the curtains to block the sunlight.

He pinched the blindfold on his hand that had been put on him at some point. It was obvious who was doing this and why.

Yingsheng suddenly wondered if he should sleep a little longer.

And today's weather is really unromantic. Can't it be so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you?

Yingsheng gently lifted the thin blanket on his body and slowly stood up. Qingzi would also have to get up later, so he went to prepare dinner first.

I just don't know whether it is breakfast or lunch now.

As a result, he stopped halfway and looked to the other side of the coffee table.

There, Qingzi was lying on the rattan chair that was originally placed under the wisteria trellis, with her head tilted, a faint smile on her pretty face. In her watery purple eyes, there was the gentle breeze blowing the mist across the lake in late spring.

The mist communicated with his heart, and it also relaxed Yingsheng's brows and gave him a gentle smile:
"Sorry, I woke you up."

"Well...actually I wanted to scare you."

"You're so pretty that you can't scare people even if you jump on your face. What do you want to eat?"

"Eh? Are you going to cook for me?" Qingzi's eyes twinkled with stars. She paused for a moment and then said cautiously, "Can I call you that?"

"of course can."

Yingsheng smiled and stood up, stretching his sleep-depleted bones: "My cooking is terrible, let's order takeout." He turned his head and glanced at the clock above the dining table, "It's 10:32, it will be lunch when it's delivered, you can still sleep a little longer."

Qingzi had already lifted the thin blanket and stood up: "Let me cook, but it should be simple. Hotaru-kun will go to Miss Lan for lunch later."

"Hey, don't be so sensitive."

Yingsheng hugged Qingzi from behind and buried his head on her shoulder: "Let me tell you in advance, I'm really bad at cooking, don't blame me if you can't swallow it."

Qingzi tilted her head and said, "As long as you make it with your heart, even if it doesn't look good, it won't be impossible for you to swallow it."

"It's because I don't pay attention. From the time I was born till now, the number of times I've cooked for myself..."

Yingsheng paused for a moment and said nothing: "Qingzi, after spending so much time together, you should have figured out that I am not the same person I used to be."

Qingzi was silent for a long time: "In fact, I have already discovered it since the first night."

There was a smile in her eyes, but Yingsheng clearly felt a little chill on the back of his hand.

"I'm not just talking about amnesia."

"That's not what I said." "That morning, after I killed those two people, I originally planned not to come back, and I didn't even want to inherit the name 'Sui Yue Ying Sheng'. I have no connection with this place, and even if the police want to find me, I can just leave and live in a country that I am more familiar with."

"I knew you didn't plan to come back, and I was actually secretly watching you at that time."

"It's the little mirror on the wind chime on the flower stand, right?"

"Did you notice it then?"

"Yes, but I don't care. You should have been peeking at me through the peephole when I left. I only had one thought at the time. I had to hurry up. If this guy called the police, it would be really troublesome."

“But you came back in the end.”

"Because I was dying at the time, I had nowhere else to go, so I decided not to cause trouble for the police."

“But you didn’t leave after that.”

"Because of you, Kiyoko, because you are here."

Yingsheng sighed softly, with thousands of words lingering in his throat, but in the end he was speechless.

In this dim and quiet world, silence lasted for a long time. The sunlight at the edge of the curtains became hotter and hotter. They hugged each other quietly like that for a long time.

at last,

"Are you lovers?" Yingsheng asked.

"Not really." Qingzi said.

"I'm sorry, but the moment I woke up, he was completely dead and would never come back."

Qingzi's soft body trembled slightly, and her voice also trembled a little:
"Not even a trace of residue?"

"sorry, we do not have that."

Even language, a procedural memory that is almost like instinct, was not inherited by Yingsheng.

He knows Japanese because Tianshu already knows it.

Honestly, he liked this feeling.

It would be even better if the body didn't need a host and it remained his original body.

However, for others who originally cared about Mizuki Hotaru, this was undoubtedly unfortunate news.

The person they were familiar with had completely disappeared, and what had revived in his body was a consciousness that came from nowhere and might not even be considered human.

Fortunately, the only person who really cares about the person and consciousness of "Mizugetsu Hotaru" is probably Yuzukyo Kiyoko.

Yingsheng actually discovered this quite early. Although Qingzi was smart, she could not compare with him who had received professional training since childhood.

But again, he doesn't care.

And because Qingzi had been providing him with love steadily, he originally thought that Qingzi didn't care.

No matter where they came from or the beginning or end of their lives, as long as they meet at first sight, they will be in love for life and death, even if it's just for one night, even if they will fight each other the next day.

Wasn't it always like this in his previous world?

However, the longer they spent together, the more they understood the world, and the more Tianshu's consciousness was eroded.

He realized that Qingzi couldn't possibly not care.

Especially since they have been living together these days.

Although except for this morning, Yingsheng never stayed in Ian's apartment for more than three hours every day.

But there's a certain feeling that's different.

Perhaps because of the fatigue from the past few days, that feeling reached its peak last night, and because of a sleepless night and good dreams, it has continued to this day.

So, Yingsheng hugged Qingzi.

Qingzi murmured in a low voice: "No..."

(End of this chapter)