Chapter 812 I think you don't understand
[Host...Master host? ]
01's voice trembled slightly as she drifted to Qianzhu's side.
Qianzhu was trembling all over, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and the piercing pain spread throughout his body. He felt a moment of dizziness, and the events he had experienced in his previous life flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
[Su, Lord Host? ]
01 stared blankly, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly opened the system panel!
It slapped its hands on the panel, staring blankly at the vest section...
Among a bunch of gray names, there was one red one that had gone dark, indicating that the user had entered a dead state and could no longer be used.
Reiichi Akiyama.
01 stared wide-eyed, feeling stiff all over as she looked at Qianzhu, whose eyes were already lifeless.
[Article 22 of the Manual: When the clone used by the host dies, the host will fully experience the manner and pain of the clone's death. Since the clone requires the host's mental energy to sustain it, this clause cannot be negated in any way.]
[...]
01 is silent, 01 doesn't know what to say, 01 doesn't know what it should do now.
As the sky began to lighten, Qianzhu, who had collapsed to the ground, moved her fingers slightly and stood up with trembling body.
[Lord Host! ]
01, who had been watching over him all night, quickly stepped forward, looking at him with worry in her black bean-like eyes.
Qianzhu let out a soft breath. Even though his body was still throbbing with pain, he still gave 01 a gentle smile. He raised his hand with some difficulty and gently touched 01. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
[But......]
"I'll go clean up first, and then I'll explain to you."
He softened his tone, with a hint of coaxing, and 01 nodded unconsciously.
Fortunately, the hotel had hot water available all day. Qianzhu soaked in the warm water, gently pressed her temples with her fingers, and then opened the system panel to reopen the clone that had automatically closed due to excessive mental energy.
Then, Kuno Naya appeared in the bathroom of the next room.
She glanced at Ran Mouri, who was still fast asleep due to the drug, slowed her pace, returned to the other bed, and lay down under the covers.
After changing into clean and tidy clothes, Qianzhu sat down by the bed. By now, most of the pain in his body had disappeared.
He looked up, smiled, and waved to 01, "Come here."
Stunned by his good looks, 01 skipped over and rubbed against his palm, temporarily forgetting about wanting to know the reason.
Qianzhu gently pinched it, but didn't rush to speak.
01 If you don't ask, he won't explain.
After all, the reason he chose to do this was very simple.
01's decision to mistake Akiyama Reiichi's clone for himself was intentional.
With the death of Akiyama Reiichi, fewer eyes were on him...
01 didn't see it, but his gentle and considerate host revealed a smile that resembled that of a mastermind behind the scenes.
In the end, 01 forgot its purpose and was coaxed by Qianzhu to go back to the system space.
The sky was already bright, and Ran Mouri, who had been sleeping soundly, groggily got out of bed. Recalling what had happened in the early hours of the morning, she couldn't help but feel down.
Kuno Naya, who had just gotten up, yawned. When her eyes fell on Naya's expression, she said a few words of comfort to her.
After they finished washing up, Kogoro Mouri in the next room finally woke up. Seeing Conan sitting cross-legged on the bed, seemingly having not slept all night, he yawned and casually asked, "What happened? You look so tired."
Conan opened his mouth, and after a moment spoke, "...Uncle, Reiichi Toki committed suicide by jumping off a building in the early hours of the morning..."
Kogoro Mouri paused for a moment while putting on his shoes, and remained silent for a long time before continuing, as if nothing had happened.
After washing up and getting dressed, he looked at Conan with a deep gaze, "...Have you contacted Mr. Yukawa?"
Conan shook his head.
After another moment of silence, Kogoro Mouri sighed, urged Conan to get dressed quickly, and then came out of the room.
After eating something to tide them over, the group rushed to the hospital.
Reiichi Akiyama's body was temporarily stored in the hospital morgue.
After confirming the decision, Kogoro Mouri called Masaki Yukawa to ask for his opinion.
Upon hearing the news, Yukawa Masaki remained silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, but still expressed his desire to help Akiyama Reiichi with his funeral arrangements, and then rushed over immediately.
After completing the remaining formalities, they decided to erect a monument for Akiyama Reiichi, but did not intend to bury his ashes.
After all, he had been underground for quite a long time.
Yukawa Masaki moved his ashes to another house near the sea and placed them in a bright room.
After everything was completely over, the group returned to Mika City with mixed feelings.
Several days later, the grief they felt over Akiyama Reiichi's death seemed to have subsided somewhat, but they would still occasionally recall the little things that had happened between them and him over the past two weeks.
Ran Mouri, who had been staring blankly at a wind chime, snapped out of her reverie, sighed softly, patted her cheeks lightly, and continued reading her book.
Inside the Polo Cafe, a blue-haired young man poked Conan's head, propped his chin on his hand, and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Hey, you guys went out for a trip, why are you acting all distracted since you came back?"
"Huh? No, I was just thinking about something."
Conan blinked, picked up his cup, and took a sip of his iced coffee.
Behrfinger gave him a suspicious look. "Really?"
"Of course it's true. I'm a first-grade student now, so I have to think about how to do my homework." Conan looked at him with his half-moon eyes.
"You? You can get stumped by first-grade homework?"
Behrfinger opened his eyes wide and looked him up and down incredulously.
Conan's lips twitched. "Seriously, even first-graders' homework these days can be a bit brain-taxing sometimes, okay?"
“Okay, okay, I understand.” Behringer revealed a meaningful smile.
Conan: "..." No, I think you don't understand.
"By the way, I heard you quit your job at Dos Coffee?"
He calmly changed the subject.
“Yes,” Behringer nodded, readily admitting it.
"Why?" Conan asked curiously.
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