Conan's Helping People

After arriving at Hyuga's house, Matsuda Biping broke into the door without hesitation and rushed directly to the living room.

After pushing the door, he saw two people lying on the floor of the living room.

A white kimono, dress dress, lips red, like the coughing blood, the face is beautiful.

The other is that wearing a black kimono is reasonable. He is as sleeping, holding one hand by the woman, and his chest still has a weak fluctuation.

However, the visibility in the living room is a bit wrong, almost the same as the visibility when he arrived for the first time, all have a feeling of smoking eyes.

If you don't think about it, Matsuda Tanki immediately rushed over, "Small Nikko!"

He patted his minor face, the other party did not respond, and opened the minor eyelids to confirm, and then surprised to confirm the opponent's breathing and heartbeat.

The opponent's heartbeat was very weak, but it really existed. It was beating in Matsuda's ear. It really exists, not an illusion, nor an illusion.

After repeated confirmation several times, Matsuda Barely barely converged emotions, and then tentatively tentatively breathed Madam's breath, and then solidified the movement.

Mrs. Hyuga, no longer breathing.

... Why is this?

Obviously, it was twenty minutes earlier than before. According to the situation of the illness at the time of the sun, it was a few minutes later, and the situation that would no longer be rescued. Mrs. Hyuga was a few minutes later.

Their inhalation status is similar, it should ... should ...

Parahara threw out the two charcoal pots, and returned again, interrupted his contemplation, "hurry up."

He subconsciously gave up thinking, and when he turned his head reasonable, he ran out of the living room when he turned his head.

I have prepared to carry the reasonable Hiroshi Shihara Research II can only turn around, turn around and carry Mrs. Hiroshi, and run out of the living room.

The current Hyuga is still sixteen, and the weight is very light.

At the moment when the sun was reasonable, Matsuda Tanping regretted it.

Not long ago, it may be an hour or two hours ago. Anyway, how long it has passed, Matsuda Gangping has forgotten it, and I didn’t remember it at all.

Lost breathing.

Therefore, even this ordinary posture has become a little unfortunate, and wants people to avoid it.

But that was just an instant irrational impulse. Soon, Matsuda Tanping quickly overcome it.

Because, if the person who is back is unconscious, the head will hang on his shoulder, and his breath will hit his neck.

Because it is carbon monoxide poisoning, the other person’s body is very hot, the face is red, the heartbeat is fast, the breathing is particularly difficult, it is short and shallow.

Shallow breathing.

The neck is a keen existence.

It is very close to the heart of human beings, and it is a fatal weakness itself. It is usually protected. It is a place that can represent life. Breathing and heartbeat can represent the existence of life.

The feeling of the existence that represents each other's living makes it difficult for Matsuda Tanping to calm down.

Every time you run, the person on the back will bump, your hair, breathing or your body will be more obvious.

The sense of breathing is very strong, and the fact of the facts of ‘the sun is reasonable’ is also very strong.

But Mrs. Hyuga ...

Matsuda Tan took the cheerful footsteps slowly. After arriving in a safe place, he simply put down the sun reasonably, pulled the belt first, and then loosened the other person's neckline to allow the other party to breathe more freely.

After finishing it, he patted a reasonable cheek again, "Is there a better, small sun orientation?"

The rapid breathing continues, and the reasonable chest of the sun is still violently fluctuating. It seems that the opponent's arms, necks, and blood vessels are particularly obvious.

The arm and body of the minor also spasm from time to time. The blue and purple blood vessels are like a tattoo sticker printed on him, as if it will crack at any time.

Matsuda Takirai tried to push the opponent's kimono sleeves as much as possible, confirmed the blood vessels on the arms, and confirmed that they were still intact.

He shot his minor cheeks again.

This time, the other party reacted, and those eyes opened slowly, and quickly closed again. In the new round of spasm, those eyes barely opened again.

Matsuda stretched out his hand, waved above the opponent's eyes, and watched the other party finally focused on his sight.

Minor stared at the hand, and Hetian Tanping immediately came together, taking over the surprise smile of the entire vision, and slowly sideways, barely looked around, and finally looked at Matsuda Tanping.

In this process, because of being too weak, his movements are very slow and obvious.

The rapid breathing and spasm did not fade, but it became more obvious.

Matsuda stared nervously at the minor.

It is strange that when minors lose their consciousness, he can sprint and back with each other, and he can carry the opponent in a strong manner, and he can more straightforward surprise and sadness.

The surprise was because it was saved this time, the sadness was because the other party had just died not long ago.

However, after minors had some sober consciousness, he couldn't say anything, as if he had lost his language function directly, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what he could say.

It was too anxious just now. He also seemed to inhale carbon monoxide with high concentrations, so he became dizzy, after a while, and when he was looking at the minor, he said again: "... Save, ambulance ... rush to arrive immediately.

. ""

This is a word that barely organized.

Hyuga reasonable: "."

Matsuda Takihiro saw that the other party closed her eyes repeatedly, her chest was still violently bullied, her breathing was rapid, and the unhealthy on the face represents the poisoning red halo increased.

He subconsciously pulled the collar a little, so that the other party could breathe more relaxed.

Then, he heard the other person breathing in a hurry, and said intermittently: "... you, who are you?"

Matsuda Takiho stunned.

*

"So, you have been to high school before, and meet your classmates?" Shirahara Sanji summed up and emitted ‘can you make a good reason? Do you believe it?

Matsuda Biping's ears and nose, nose and heart, slowly confirmed, "Yes."

In guilty conscience, he heard the sound of a reasonable apology, "Sorry, I forgot, Police Officer Matsuda."

... Really believe it? No, no, good faith ... no.

In view of the experience of getting along with each other in the past six years, and in the end, they were deceived by the other party. Without finding the true thoughts of the other party, Matsuda Taki Ping carefully glanced at the sun and reasonable.

Sitting in the bed, his face was pale, his expression was calm, and he was faint when he spoke.

This is not the meaning of believe, this is indifferent.

Matsuda Gan Ping gave a reason to see the past, and he accepted it directly. Even if Matsuda did not give a reason, he would not explore ‘how can a strange police officer know himself’, because he does n’t matter.

It was almost a moment when I realized this, Matsuda Tanping immediately became alert.

It doesn't matter, after six years, the sun is reasonable because it does not matter, choosing to commit suicide.

He immediately transferred the tone, "Actually not."

"I always feel that I know Small Hyugo a long time ago, so I am particularly familiar."

"Small sunburn, um." Parahara nodded confirmed.

The key to getting along with the Hyuga:

First, as long as it does not touch the bottom line, it is enthusiastic enough. Even if you get along with some reason, you will continue to get along.

Second, as long as you pray pity and make the weak ‘Wang’ randomly, then after being reasonably suspected of IQ and race by Hyuga, the other party will agree to the request.

Third, walking dogs often.

I often walk the dog. Every month, at least one time is rational to confirm the psychological state of the other party.

Matsuda Takamoto, while studying psychology, worked hard while walking the dog seriously.

This kind of ‘as long as I did n’t protest with death, my rest time is absolutely sufficient” for three months, and the first thing that I ca n’t stand first is that the sun is reasonable.

Before the sunrise, when he was panting to the top of the mountain together, the sun was sitting on the side of the tent who had just set up reasonably, and suddenly asked: "Police Officer Matsuda, do you think, are you enough?"

Matsuda Tanping is adjusting the video recorder, and when he heard that he subconsciously lifts the video of the video machine, "What?"

He was still watching the video recorder, and the video recorder focused on the reasonable side face of Hyuga.

The other party also turned his head. Those green eyes seemed to be a calm lake. "Have you thought enough? It's been three months."

……What?

"Every afternoon every day, check in carefully, and come to me on the weekend, help me find a school, and take me to the office to deal with the case together." The other party blinked, "I am sleeping seriously,

Eat seriously and live seriously. "

"It's been three months, don't you think it's not enough?"

Listening, Matsuda Tani was stunned, and the camera in his hand gradually slid down. He looked at the sun with a human perspective.

The other party whispered: "Wake up, Police Officer Matsuda."

"Don't be immersed in dreams. In real life, there are still many jobs to be busy. Many people have to care about, isn't it?"

"You ..." Matsuda Takai only issued a word.

"If you want to grasp the hands of the dead, you want to save the acquaintances who die in front of him, it is the instinct of human beings, and it is the instinct of police personnel." The other party continued, "I have sincerely realized myself myself

It's wrong. "

"Wake up, go to normal life, Police Officer Matsuda."

Is this a dream?

Because the sun dies reasonably, is he fictional dream?

Once you wake up, can you return to normal life?

So what is a normal life?

"If you wake up, have you already died?" Matsuda Panping said, "No, this dream lasted so long, maybe I was unconscious, and your funeral was over ... and no need to participate."

"You don't need anyone to attend your funeral. To you, everyone is just a passerby."

"No," the minor raised his right hand and raised four fingers rigorously, "I swear, I will never, never be depressed anymore. My mind is very healthy, really healthy."

"I will never die in front of the police again, I won't let the police confirm my death, and I won't try to work on it again."

...If the police officers are not allowed to confirm the death, then doesn’t that mean he is still going to die?

Matsuda Jinpei was speechless.

He was silent, silent, and silent again.

"But, I feel pain when I am injured," he finally said, "Is this really a dream? A dream I made up because you died?"

The other party hesitated for a moment and then retorted, "Of course not."

The four fingers stood up again, and the other party continued: "If you open your eyes, you will find that I am not actually dead, you just had a serial dream."

"The time of my death is seven o'clock in the evening on the 13th, right? When you open your eyes, the time will definitely be before my death."

While talking, the other person's eyes actively looked over, seeking attention.

……fraud.

"If it's not that time, you can do it again." As if sensing that he didn't believe it at all, the other party added, "As long as it doesn't last too long, three months is really, really too long..."

Who should be the person who should be wronged...

"As long as I wake up, will you still be alive?" Matsuda Jinpei sighed and made sure, "If it doesn't work once, how about a second time?"

fraud.

He asked: "Are you a figment of my imagination, or are you the real you?"

The other party shifted his gaze.

Got it, it’s the real Hyuga Reason.

Then, the other party committed suicide and did not leave... was it because he was trapped in the so-called dream?

…

Matsuda Jinpei sighed again, and a huge feeling of powerlessness came over him. He turned his head, looked to the horizon, and suddenly said: "The sun has risen."

The red sun jumped out, like twisted blood or lively vitality.

For his own selfish reasons, he kept the person who worked so hard to leave... He tried hard to restrain his reluctance and his instinct as a police officer.

The other party didn't speak and looked at the sun.

The sun that had just risen was too bright, not like real blood. The color of real blood was a bit darker, but the glare was about the same.

"Then," Matsuda Jinpei stared at the sun without blinking, "I'm going to wake up."

"Are you tired from being trapped here? I'm sorry for doing such a... thing for my own selfish reasons."

In the peripheral vision, the other party's figure shook, as if he wanted to say something.

The sun in front of me is getting more and more dazzling, so dazzling that the scene in front of me is blurred, and there are noises in my ears, like gems colliding with each other, and the rich blood color is superimposed layer by layer, turning into the black of a dream.

Then, there was the constant ringing of the cell phone.

Matsuda Jinpei opened his eyes blankly and slowly took the phone. He saw the time at the top of the screen: three o'clock in the afternoon.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

I had so much fun writing the first half of this!

Reasonable diary: Don't mess with passing police officers, they will be killed.