As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard the sound of boiling water coming from the illegal electrical appliance next to me.

With a sudden start, I quickly turned off the power.

Then the next second, I realized that I was back.

Are you back now?

I looked at my hands, touched my face, and looked in the mirror at the long, crooked line drawn by the eyeliner.

It didn't feel real at all. Unlike every time before, I felt unexpectedly calm this time.

It's too peaceful, and it feels unreal. It's not exciting at all. Am I getting old?

As my fingers moved, I realized that I was holding a mobile phone in my hand. The screen was on and the latest chapter of Conan was playing on it.

When did I unlock my phone?

Before I could figure this out, my attention was drawn to the plot of the comics.

The end of the screen is the end of this episode, which is exactly the moment I passed out, and it is also the end of this episode.

Oh, so it turned out that the last name An Sir mentioned was Hiro. I had been there for such a long time, but this was the only nickname I heard.

I flipped two more pages and saw myself covered in blood.

It looks painful.

hiss--

I inexplicably felt a sense of empathy, even the line drawn on my head felt painful.

"bite"!

The phone rang and a message popped up at the top.

"The manga "Detective Conan" you follow has been updated!"

A new chapter?

I didn’t care to look at my own heroic figure, and quickly turned the page—

I want to see what happens next rather than the "past" of which I have a general idea but not the details that are beyond my perspective.

I decisively paid for the latest chapter.

The cover painting at the beginning shows Conan sitting by the broken window of Suzuki Tower, with one foot on the ground and one foot hanging in the abyss, holding Akai Shuichi's cell phone in his hand and looking out. There is only one word on the screen: Reborn.

The first killer!

Oh, sorry, I went to the wrong set.

I slid my finger and continued to read.

There is no real-time footage of the person fainting, the first picture is the scene of the rescue in the hospital. The excitement of the injury and mental recovery, as well as the amount of blood loss.

It would be strange if it wasn't life-threatening.

I felt a little nervous, even though I knew that since the comic had already been drawn like this, there was a high probability that it would be fine, but I still couldn't help feeling nervous.

After all, it was all created by me. If something goes wrong, wouldn't it be the same as me BEing my CP with my own hands?

I'll just shut myself off, okay?

I'll cry out loud.

I didn't even think about touching up my makeup, and I didn't even think about going out afterwards. I just wanted to finish the comics as soon as possible.

There are almost no real shots of scenery below, only some scenes of surgery interspersed in the composition, especially those symmetrically appearing with Sir An.

However, only Conan and Akai Shuichi were outside the operating room.

Are you asking Sir An?

He had no way of going to the hospital, even though he risked going to the Suzuki Tower because he had to bear witness.

But it was already very difficult to be away during that period of time. He couldn't go to accompany her, and he didn't even have the chance to send Jingguang to the hospital. He also didn't have time to sort out all the messy information and had to leave quickly.

He left the alley, and with the help of Kazami, he quickly treated the wounds in the dark alley and changed into clean clothes. He continued to pretend that nothing had happened and appeared in front of the members of the winery to test the situation, acting with ease.

This shot is very interesting. Although the character is talking about investigating the Mori Detective Agency, the background in his mind is the scene in the hospital.

If we don't form a couple for this important matter, what else can we form?

The second half of the story returns to Keimitsu, and memories begin to flash through Keimitsu's dazed eyes after he was rescued.

It's something I don't know, but I have seen the first perspective before.

But the impact of the first perspective is really not big enough.

Jingguang's body was placed on a pure white bed in a pure white room. His skull was open, with several wires connected to it, and then to some unknown machine at the back.

Among the people standing next to him, there was obviously an acquaintance, Miwa Mako.

The next box down is the person sitting in the back in the dark. He looks like he has no face, but the people around him respect him very much and call him Rum.

Oh oh oh oh, this is the prelude to entering the Rum chapter.

Following his order, the machine started, and the thing connected to Jingguang's brain began to operate. Just like the first perspective before, the physiological unbearableness made Jingguang almost unconsciously scream.

My baby Jingguang!

Hiss—it hurts. MD Rum, crawl for me!

I suddenly felt my fist harden, just like when I encountered the bomber in the hotel in Yokohama before, my iron fist of justice was really hungry.

Jingguang's confession is also played next to him. His consciousness is intermittent and he is still thinking that no matter what, he must not let his identity and his body bring danger to Zero who is still undercover in the organization.

This strong thought made him plant a seed deep inside his body even at the most dangerous moment.

The officials forced us to die together, and you tell me this is not a fan comic?

The old thief headed straight towards O. Kafka and never returned.

Lao Zei: There is not a single capable fan in this generation.

As the experiment reached its climax, Jingguang’s surgery was about to be completed and the results were about to be announced.

This is the end of the conversation.

???

I almost smashed my own phone with a hammer, and my mentality suddenly reached the point of exploding.

I couldn't control the wild power in my body at that time.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

As soon as my gay friend walked in with his things, he saw me in my psychiatric uniform and pajamas, with one foot on a chair and the other on a table, my head almost hitting the edge of the bed, holding my cell phone with a desperate look on my face.

"Are you finally crazy?" His face was filled with an expression that said "You might be seriously ill."

I chuckled twice and then jumped down from my seat.

He put the breakfast he brought for me on the table - a 60-cent steamed bun and two bottles of soy milk provided by the First Canteen.

"You didn't just... come back?" He frowned and hit the nail on the head.

I nodded sadly, pointed to the dry black line on my head, and explained to my gay friend what had happened before.

He pulled my roommate's chair over, sat in front of me, stretched out one hand and pinched the air, then asked me mysteriously, "How does it feel?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I reacted after a few seconds. Then I was excited, "Awesome, in one word, awesome! It makes me feel like I'm going to be gay with him!"

"Then I'll play him next time and you play Jingguang, and we'll go to the comic convention to be gay?" The gay friend agreed and had already thought about what would happen next.

Of course I agreed. After I posed nude once at a comic convention, any business or homosexuality was no problem for me.

My friend lowered his head and suddenly said, "Why are you throwing away garbage so early in the morning?"

I typed a question mark and looked down along his line of sight, and saw a piece of paper dropped next to my slippers, as if it had just been brought down by my elbow?

I didn't pay much attention just now.

But I don’t think I put any paper on the table?

When I picked it up, I saw the beautiful Chinese characters "Thank you" written on it.

Me - subway, old man, looking at my phone.

"My roommate left it for me?" When did a bunch of idiots in the dormitory leave a note to thank me? "How can they write such beautiful words with their poor handwriting?"

Thank you for what? Thank you for helping them in the ancient Chinese class?

I was wondering, but my friend suddenly thought of something and looked at me like that.

"Hey - what are you doing?" I looked at him warily. I was too familiar with this look, so I immediately retorted, "I have already uninstalled Pinxixi, don't expect me to help you get someone to take down the system!"

Friend: …

"No, didn't you see the leaked pictures on the Internet? They're the line drawings for the next episode." He took out his cell phone and started to use a VPN to help me find the pictures on Twitter.

I pulled the stool over.

As I am already very familiar with Japanese, I have no problem reading what my friend searched for.

Soon, he found a few pictures through his search history and gave them to me.

I clicked on it and saw a very simple line drawing sketch, but it was obvious that it was a scene of sitting on a hospital bed.

Since there is no coloring and no shadows, you can't tell what Jingguang's physical condition is, but his eyes look bright, as if there is light in them.

Oh ooh ooh — this is good news!

I was so excited!

There is no other person in the picture, and there is no complete storyboard, so it is not known who he is talking to.

Or maybe no one, because the direction he was looking at looked like the outline of a background window.

——"I know you're watching."

——"You can always see it."

——"It's hard to express it in words, and I never had the chance to see you in person."

——“But I still want to convey it.”

——"Not only is it my share, but also Zero's... No one else here will know of your existence except me."

——"I won't forget. I hope you have seen the message I left."

--"Thank you."

I could feel my pupils shrinking as I looked at the two words written on the piece of letter paper that still had our school's name on it.

It's simple, yet seems to weigh a thousand pounds.

I touched my head, thinking about the phone in my hand when I opened my eyes, and how I hadn't done anything just now, but the program was already on the Conan interface.

Jingguang...

I finally figured out where the part of my brain that I squeezed out went when it entered Jingguang's body.

This is the real "brain swap"...

I was totally shocked.

Doesn't this break the dimensional wall?

I was looking at the words on the note, before I could feel anything moving - I was startled and suddenly remembered something. I quickly shifted my gaze to look at the fan fiction books on the shelf next to me.

Damn, I’ve been touched!

Damn, my Chi'an fanfiction is similar to Lao Zei's fanfiction in style!

I could even feel that the corners of the middle pages of the book were tightly grasped and had some wrinkles.

This, this forced little drama of Akai Shuichi's ooc blackening, the part that hit my XP, the part that I bookmarked, the part that people would come to as soon as they opened the book -

…

I'm sorry, Jingguang.

You've seen things you shouldn't have seen!