Conan's Helping People

The study room was lighted up and a white carpet was laid.

The carpet is furry, cute and useful, and can act as a soft cushion when an elderly person falls to the ground.

There is a problem, the wheelchair wheels are a bit difficult to move on this soft carpet.

Hinata glanced at the carpet and closed the door casually.

Instead of walking towards the desk immediately, he walked to the other end of the room, walked around the rest sofa, poured a glass of warm water on the table, and then walked towards the desk with the water.

The gentleman leaned on the wheelchair, which was behind the desk.

In addition to the lights in the room, there is also a bright small lamp on the desk, which makes the documents on the desk white and shiny.

Hinata reasonably suspected that there was a small lamp on the desk because the gentleman could not see the words on the document by relying solely on the incandescent lamp above his head.

He gently put the water cup on the table and said, "Drink some warm water."

Then he glanced around naturally and asked, "Have you taken the medicine tonight?"

Before leaving, the study room had a bloody smell. Now that smell has dissipated, it turns out to be a normal smell emitted by the elderly.

It is an aging, aging, and dying smell.

"Eat later." The gentleman shook his head tiredly. He picked up the cup with great shame, took a few sips of warm water, and breathed a sigh of relief, put the cup back on the table, "How do you feel today?"

"You're not close to the explosion/explosion site, are you?"

When the elderly man was drinking water, Hinata was staring at the old man with loose wrinkles. When the other party drank the water, he slowly looked away, took a few steps back, and left the light of the desk.

He said: "No, I didn't have close contact, it was Belmode who was there."

"It's good if you're not here," the gentleman shook his head, and he sighed, "Go to contact such a dangerous scene, even if I know you won't have anything to do."

But, you were the one who asked him to go to Times Square, right?

Hinata Riki didn't say his thoughts, but moved his eyes and turned to stare at the wrinkled hand.

He responded slowly.

"My medicine," the gentleman moved his hands, "on the bookshelf."

"Please help me get it in that white medical box."

"Okay." Hinata Yori responded again. He walked to the bookshelf, raised his hand to take down the medical box on it, then put it on the desk, and opened it.

The things in the box are simple, they are disposable needles, infusion hoses, and many liquid bags.

The liquid bags are probably the size of a palm, some are transparent water-colored, which is very similar to the kind of medicine that Hinata had taken before, while the rest is red and blood-colored.

"Get the blood bag." said the gentleman.

Hinata paused for a moment and picked a red liquid bag.

He picked another disposable needle, connected the needle and liquid bag with the infusion hose, and then turned to look at the gentleman again.

The other party stretched out his right hand.

There were a lot of loose wrinkles on the hand. Hinata held the wrist of the hand reasonably and asked, "Is it the arm or the back of the hand?"

"Arm," said the gentleman.

Hinata Riki pulled open the sleeve of the arm in his hand.

The elderly have similar arms to their faces and throats, with loose wrinkles and soft to the touch, and they feel like they can be broken directly by force.

The blood vessels on this arm are very clear, and the needle eyes on the blood vessels are also very clear. You can almost see more than a dozen needle eyes at a glance.

There were too many needle holes, and it was difficult to find a suitable place to pierce the needle into for a while. Hinata paused. He carefully identified it and found an open space for the needle, and then said, "Didn't there be any needle left?"

People who need frequent infusions usually have indulgences, so that they don’t have to pierce the needle again every time they inject.

When he was hospitalized before, Hinata Riki also used an indulgence needle...and then he was pulled out by a certain Mr. A.

It's useless, but judging from the current situation of that gentleman's arm, Hinata feels that he can try to indulge the needle.

"No," the gentleman shook his head, and said a little tired, "I hate the feeling of having medical items on my body."

The red liquid poured into the soft infusion tube, pouring the transparent infusion tube into red, and slowly pouring into the same soft arm, and into the blood vessels in the arm.

Hinata stared at the arm for a while, and heard the owner of the arm suddenly say, "Its main component is blood."

He slowly looked up and looked at the gentleman who was watching, "I smelled it."

Then I asked seriously, "Do you have to rely on blood to maintain your life? Vampire? Do you want to...eat meat?"

If these questions, especially the last one, are all "yes".

Then Samoyed could immediately be ecstatic in the wind, pack up and prepare to take office.

It's a pity that Samoyed, what would definitely make Samoyed was that almost as soon as he finished speaking, the gentleman immediately replied: "No need."

"I only need blood." He stressed seriously, "If you want, you can treat me as a vampire, a thief who steals the gem of life, or whatever else, in short, you only need blood, I only need blood."

The reaction is very strong and the desire to survive is very high.

Hinata tilted his head and stated the facts, "You know what my question means."

This guy knows the questions he asked are actually confirming, "Are you a humanoid object?", judging from the speed of the answer and the firm tone, this guy is likely to know, if he comes to the conclusion that "this guy is a humanoid object", what will happen if he will end up.

The gentleman did not answer immediately, but was silent.

He was silent for a long time, and only his weak breathing sounds were in the room. Whether it was the incandescent lamp or the packet of red liquid, they were silent.

Hinata looked at this guy with his eyes, and looked at the expression of every detail of the elderly man, whether it was his blinking eyes, his skin that undulates with his breathing or his neck that looked very thin and fragile.

"Yes, I know what you're referring to." The gentleman said, "I'm not that kind of thing."

He patted Hinata Riki's hand with his other one and said softly: "Don't keep pressing the needle, just fix it."

Hinata Riki took out a small sticky white bandage from the medical box, bit off a few pieces, and fixed the needle to the old arm.

"I want to explain it to you," said the gentleman again, and he paused, "but I don't think you care."

"If others were shrouded in a fog, they would instinctively want to sweep the fog away and clearly know the truth of the matter. Even Belmode would not let him have too many secrets that he did not know."

"But...you are different."

"I'm different?" Hyuga repeated reasonably.

"Yes, you're different." The gentleman smiled, "You don't care about this."

"You don't care about me, Belmode, Gin, Miyano Akimi, this world and that world, and you don't care about yourself."

Anyone who cares a little bit of normal about himself and has a human desire to explore himself will take the initiative to pursue the truth, bite every part of the fog, and explore it.

At least, the gentleman could be sure that he would say something ordinary but meaningful and directed to Belmode, and he would also have to figure out what his words meant.

And Hinata is reasonable.

After his first official meeting with the seventeen-year-old Hinata Riki, Belmore said a lot of meaningful and directive words, but Hinata Riki directly ignored them.

Humans are interested in many things, especially what happens to themselves, Hinata is not very interested in it.

Maybe I wasn't interested at all, maybe I was interested, but I wasn't interested, so I controlled it very well.

In short, this kind of cold restraint and indifference to one's past is an abnormal manifestation.

Hyuga thought reasonably and refuted seriously, "No, I care about you."

He said seriously: "If you die, I will be unhappy."

This sentence is indeed the truth, but there must be a prerequisite, that is, within five years.

Although Samoyed, who was preparing to sprint, could be the leader now, but compared with "that gentleman who lived honestly and was hammered by justice according to the process", it was still a little troublesome. If there was trouble, Hinata Riori would be really unhappy.

That gentleman: "…"

"Although, we don't have the same understanding of 'caring'," he laughed, "but I'm still very happy to hear this."

I was so happy that I was an ordinary old man who knew that he had been coaxed by his grandson, but was still happy to take the bait.

Do you have different understandings of "caring"? Hinata Riki doesn't think so.

He said: "Since you know what my previous questions were referring to, you should know my 'growing experience'."

The gentleman's smile calmed down and he nodded.

"The world I live in for a long time is not very peaceful," Hinata said, "so the way of expressing 'caring' is different, which is normal."

The world is different, so he must be asked to be like the people who have lived here since childhood, otherwise it would be abnormal and that would be a gangster.

Just like shopping in a convenience store, people in this world will be disappointed when they don’t have the bread they like, and may leave directly, or they may forcefully put other breads into it.

But if people from that world walk into the same convenience store, then...

What kind of bread I picked, I took away everything from the entire convenience store and I couldn’t pay.

That cannot be called robbery, it can only be called universal and normal behavior.

"You have lived for a long time," the gentleman frowned, no longer like an old man who looked at his children with kindness, but a leader who had been in power for many years. He said in a quiet tone, "It's this world."

ah.

Hinata was too lazy to refute, so he simply nodded, "Yes, you're right."

That gentleman: "…"

The gentleman was silent for a moment, then calmed down, and slowly said, "I'm sorry about your mother."

"I haven't talked too much about your mother to you before, because I don't want you to think of those unpleasant memories." He reached out and grabbed Hinata's reasonable hand, sighed and patted it a few times, and said, "Get closer and let me take a good look at you."

It turns out that my old eyes are dizzy.

Hinata looked down at the hand holding his wrist. There were needles and red hoses on the arm of the hand. He walked a few steps forward and simply squatted down halfway.

The gentleman raised his other hand, touched his black hair first, then moved it down, touched his brow bone, and then sighed: "You were still very young at that time."

As he said that, the expression on his face became even more relaxed, and he returned to the kind old man's expression that looked gentle and kind as if he looked at his young children.

Hinata responded patiently, "Yes."

He didn't move at all, blinking just as the hand touched his eyes.

"That's a small one, I can easily pick it up with just a hug." The gentleman laughed again and raised his eyebrows, "You also liked me to hug you very much at that time. Every time you hug you, although you won't cheer, your eyes will become bright, your expression will not be so cold, and it will be much softer."

"Yeah." Hinata Yori responded patiently again, quietly listening to the guy's nonsense.

"Then..." The gentleman paused, his brows also frowned for a moment, "An accident happened."

"There are rats in the organization who informed the police and also caused the FBI guys and an organization," his brow frowned again, disgust and alertness appeared on his face, but it was fleeting. "There was an accident in the laboratory where you lived. The key projects that many organizations are working on are being directly destroyed, and some important researchers also died in that joint attack."

His brows spread out again and he sighed, "Your mother died in that accident."

"She was also very young at that time, but she was only twenty or thirty years old, and she smiled gently, but unfortunately..." The gentleman shook his head and his expression lowered, "Fbi is really cruel."

Refers to Miyano Elena?

Hyuga sorted out the information handed over by the other party: Miyano Elena was killed by FBI.

His expression moved and confirmed, "My mother was killed by FBI?"

The fingers of the hand were still touching his brow bone, and the palm of his palm rubbed against his cheek, so the owner of the hand could clearly feel his expression change, so he said without hesitation: "Yes, she is the head of an important research project. After FBI broke in, she did not find the information they wanted, so she asked your mother."

"Your mother doesn't want to answer, just..."

The gentleman paused and said, "After that, they set a fire."

"A fire that buried your mother."