Chapter 882 The word "poor thing" almost slipped out.

Kuno Naya pursed her lips, looked at her evenly colored lips in the mirror, and then answered Mouri Ran's question with a half-smile.

"Those men in black wearing animal masks belong to an evil organization called 'Death,' which conducts all sorts of paradoxical biological experiments on human bodies."

Turning the wheelchair around so that Kita Ayane was facing her, Kuno Nayazuki had him hold a mirror as a support while she slowly and methodically combed her hair:

"As for why Death is so concerned about Machi and Chino-kun? It's because Machi is one of Death's exiled experimental subjects. As for Chino-kun... he used to be, but something happened in Death's lab that caused some of the experimental subjects to escape. They've been trying to capture these subjects ever since... So far, the only experimental subjects they haven't retrieved are Chino-kun and one other person."

Ran Mouri was completely stunned when she first heard about this.

Conan didn't expect Kuno Naya to say that so directly.

Ran Mouri blinked, snapping out of her daze, and looked at Naya Kuno with some confusion.

"Nayage, how did you find out about these things?"

Hearing this, Kuno Naya smiled and gestured with her finger between herself and Kita Ayane. "Because of us, and Kawasei Maru, we reached a cooperation agreement a long time ago. He was responsible for providing the channels, I was responsible for providing assistance, and Maru was responsible for the investigation, mainly looking into matters related to Death."

"So that's how it is..." Ran Mouri understood somewhat.

“Mori is quite capable in all aspects, which is why Death sees her as a thorn in his side. Moreover, with him around, it will be difficult for them to bring Makoto back.”

Finally, after tidying her bangs, Kuno Naya smiled faintly, put away the mirror, and leaned back against the wall. "In addition, most of the Death members, like their boss Gaius, have red hair."

"Red-haired?" Upon hearing this word, Ran Mouri's eyes widened slightly, and like Conan and the others, she couldn't help but think of a certain shy man.

Uh... he can't be that bad, can he?

The thought of being so close to a member of an evil organization sent chills down their spines.

Kuno Naya glanced at them, a smile playing on her lips. "Asa is indeed not one of Death's people."

He is not Death's person, because Death belongs to him.

Upon hearing this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that it's not good.

Ran Mouri let out a soft breath, her head bowed, her mind filled with thoughts and speculations.

She blinked, then suddenly looked up at Kuno Nayazuki seriously. "Nayazuki, if there's anything I can do to help, just tell me."

“Of course.” Kuno Naya smiled and put her arm around Mouri Ran’s shoulder. “You’re very smart and good at karate. Please keep an eye on Chino-kun.”

"Okay." Ran Mouri smiled affirmatively, her eyes crinkling.

Seeing Ran Mouri smiling at Naya Kuno, Conan felt a slight pang in his heart, but a moment later he turned his head to look at the indicator light above the operating room.

Ai Haibara sat to the side with her head down, praying that nothing else would happen.

I hope Liu Qingyao can be saved.

Otherwise, not only will they suffer, but Zhenzhi will probably also...

Ai Haibara took a deep breath and stared blankly at the indicator light that showed the surgery was in progress.

While they were waiting, the doctor who examined Machi Kawamoto came over and informed them of his condition.

He is currently fine and has fallen into a deep sleep after the examination.

Because he was afraid that Death still wasn't planning to give up today, Subaru Okiya stayed there to take care of him.

As night deepened and everyone grew sleepy, the indicator lights finally dimmed.

Ran and the others almost instinctively came to their senses and stood up.

Several doctors wheeled Liu Qingyao out of the bed, who was wrapped up like a mummy.

The surgery was not easy, and the surgeon only showed a slight sign of fatigue after leaving the operating room.

After Liu Qingyao was settled in the ward, the doctor informed them of the patient's condition.

Liu Qingyao is not completely out of danger, and could even be in danger at any time.

It was nearly 6 a.m.

Conan and the others chose to stay overnight in the empty hospital room next door.

With many things weighing on their minds, they hadn't had a proper rest. After a quick wash, they went to check on Liu Qingyao, only to find that Zhenzhi had somehow appeared.

He lay down by the bed, looking at Liu Qingyao, and held his hand gently.

"Makoto? Why didn't you rest a little longer?" Ai Haibara frowned slightly, walked over and patted his back very lightly.

Chuan Shengzhen shook his head listlessly, "I'm worried about Brother Qingyao, so I can't sleep."

"He... he'll be alright..." Ai Haibara stared at Liu Qingyao, her gaze slightly unfocused, her voice so low that even she herself couldn't hear what she was saying.

"It'll be alright," Kawasaki Machi said, pressing his cheek against his arm, his eyelids finally closing heavily due to the drowsiness his brain was instilling in him.

Subaru Okiya sighed softly in resignation, said something to Ai Haibara, and then carefully picked up Machi and carried her back to his hospital room.

"I took him back to his room first."

Ai Haibara nodded at Kawasaki Machi, and after they left, her gaze fell on Ryu Aoharu's pale, bloodless face.

The slight ripples of mist from his oxygen mask were enough to tell how weak his breathing was; it seemed as if it might stop completely in the blink of an eye.

The sky was bright, but there was a hazy brightness that stung my eyes.

Around noon, Qianzhu and Asa entered the hospital one after the other.

When they saw Asa, they were all somewhat surprised, and then a strange emotion arose.

...After all, they had suspected them just last night.

Asa smiled slightly at them with a hint of shyness and explained why she was there.

“Because of Behfinger, Makoto usually comes to visit me. I just heard that he was sick and hospitalized the day before yesterday, so I came to see him.”

Perhaps because he was visiting the hospital, he didn't bring Benshan with him.

Therefore, he had no way to use Benshan's snake head to cover his slightly flushed cheeks.

When they arrived, Zhenzhi was sitting blankly on the bed, looking helpless and pitiful.

Perhaps he blamed himself in his heart.

Asa reached out and gently rubbed his head, her face showing pity.

I almost blurted out the word "poor thing".

Zhenzhi blinked and looked at him with a hint of sadness.

“Brother Asa.”

Asa smiled slightly at him.