"Sikawa?"

Qichuan Yuan was stunned by the young detective's questioning. He even had the same look of disbelief on his face as the young detective. He blinked blankly and said blankly:

"No, I really don't know Boss well..."

The confusion on his face didn't seem fake, but his implication was that he didn't deny that he had a relationship with the organization. Conan looked at Huihara Ai suspiciously: "Can you explain it in detail?"

"Uh..." Huibara coughed and looked around uncomfortably, "Maybe I remembered it wrongly, it seemed to be someone else."

"Go ahead," said Qichuan Yuan, coughing with difficulty. "There is nothing to hide."

Haibara Ai swallowed the nonsense in her mouth, feeling a little complicated. She was not surprised by what Sugawa Gen said, but she couldn't help feeling a little sad. Sugawa Gen lacked everything except conscience and trust. She became familiar with Sugawa Gen gradually with the help of her sister, but he had only known Conan for a few months, how could he trust Conan so much?

And in just a few short months, Qichuan Yuan seems to have become a completely different person.

Haibara's grief began to dissipate, and he seemed to become more humane, and gradually began to show more kindness and innocence, like Conan, which were not shown in him before?

She came back to her senses and sighed slowly, "Didn't you often receive meeting invitations from the Boss before? I thought you had already met him and that you were very familiar with him. Otherwise, why would he stop organizing all experiments and set up a project specifically for you?"

"I have received invitations frequently," said Qichuan Yuan, frowning as he recalled, "but I have never met him."

Every time he received the message, Gen Sugawa went to an empty white room. There was nothing but a chair, and he didn't know that the drug was specially developed for him.

"Every time we met, my boss just asked me to sit in the room for a while. I never talked to him. I really didn't know him well."

Huiyuan Ai touched her chin thoughtfully, "That's very strange, why is the boss so nice to you?"

Conan pursed his lips solemnly, "Is there something on you that the Boss covets?"

Is there anything?

Qichuan Yuan shook his head. Probably not. After all...

"How could anyone covet him when he looks so sick?" Haibara Ai denied. She looked with disdain at Gen Saikawa, who was lying on the hospital bed and looked more fragile than a child, and averted her eyes tiredly.

She glanced at Akai Shuichi in the bed next to her. She didn't know what she was thinking about. Her expression gradually turned colder, revealing an inhuman coldness. She sighed as if she was disgusted.

"We are both God and the devil. We want to reverse time and bring the dead back to life."

She looked at Conan calmly, who was very confused, and sneered:

"The boss of the organization is pursuing immortality and immortality, what can he get from this guy?

If the Boss really wanted something, he would not look for it from him. There must be another reason. "

Sugawa Gen: Even though I was telling the truth, I still felt like I was being scolded...

But, immortality?

Qichuan Yuan suddenly felt uneasy for no reason. A chill as cold as a poisonous snake crawled up his back, and he felt anxious.

From another perspective, isn't the infinite cycle of life just immortality?

Conan half believed it, half joked, "Then...then you are related to Boss by blood?"

"How is that possible?" Qichuan Yuan came to his senses. He suppressed the strangeness in his heart, smiled and shook his head, "I am an orphan."

Although my mother's whereabouts are still unknown, it is absolutely impossible for her to have any connection with the organization.

"Oh, sorry..."

Conan was confused and at a loss.

Sugawa Gen smiled and rubbed his head, "It's okay."

"Zilla—"

Sugawa Gen paused and looked down at the source of the sound. Although the sound was faint, it was easy to identify the direction in such a quiet room. It was Conan's pocket. Conan was slightly stunned. Suddenly remembering that he still had the monitor on the man in black, he quickly took out the speaker. Then a rough voice instantly broke the silence of the ward - "..Mission failed?"

Mission? The three of them looked at each other warily and listened silently to the voice in the microphone;

"Ah, I failed. I ran into the man in the portrait. What a coincidence." "Humph, don't make excuses for mission failure. You know that the man in the portrait died a long time ago. The boss gave up looking for him a long time ago."

"Why would I lie to you? It's true. I'm not so weak that I can't even beat a few kids."

Sugawa Gen: ..who was the person trapped in the corner at that time?

"Anyway, don't worry. We won't be punished for this mission."

Another person sneered, "Don't tell me that. Explain to Gin why you failed first."

Toot--"Gin?"

Conan's eyes widened in astonishment. He looked at Sugawa Gen, then quickly covered his mouth and listened to the dialing sound coming from the microphone.

He heard a deep male voice, and Qichuan Gen's fingers unconsciously grabbed the quilt. He recognized that it was Gin's voice.

"Boss, when I was chasing the painting, I met the person in the painting and gave him the painting. The mission failed."

"Well," Gin replied coldly, "Did anyone get hurt?"

The other person was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was trembling, as if full of fear, "He was injured, but I didn't know at that time that he was the person in the painting!"

Gin's voice became even lower, like a dangerous beast, taking his own punishment.

He paused for a moment, his voice cold, "What's that sound in your place?"

"Ah? I'm in the car, it's very quiet, there's nothing."

"Stupid, we're being monitored."

The call was hung up, and another person cursed inwardly. Then there was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and then a sharp crackling sound. The eavesdropper was damaged.

Conan turned off the communicator and frowned solemnly, "It's the organization. Are they looking for you?"

"Why? It sounds like they must have received some orders not to hurt you. Do you really have nothing to do with the boss?"

Qichuan Yuan smiled helplessly: "Really, believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe it," Conan patted his hands, his eyes full of worry, "but we can't be sure whether this is good or bad. On the good side, we can be sure that the members of the organization will not hurt you. But we still can't be sure what the BOSS's purpose is."

Sugawa Gen smiled and patted Conan's head: "But isn't it good to be sure that there is no threat to your life for the time being? Don't worry."

"Alright, alright."

Hearing his extremely hoarse voice, Huihara frowned and pushed him onto the bed with an unhappy look on her face. "Anyway, as long as the organization's people didn't notice other places, your safety will definitely be fine. Let's talk about this later. Stop talking. Do you still want your voice?"

Qichuan Yuan fell quietly under her force, and stayed on the bed silently, listening to the two children plotting beside him, and then continued to discuss the invitation letter.

His eyes were a little out of focus. The boss of the organization was looking for him and didn't let anyone hurt him. His thoughts were suddenly shaken. Did the boss really have nothing to do with his mother?

But just let it go.

Qichuan Gen sighed slowly, threw away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, looked at the two little kids at the window who were arguing about the meaning of the ancient Greek goddess in the invitation letter, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

The afternoon sunlight quietly poured into the ward, gently draped over the two children, and the dark or light hair all showed an intoxicating warm light under the golden light, and the long or short cicadas rang one after another. But it didn't seem noisy, and only made people feel a sense of satisfaction and peace from the heart.

Qichuan Yuan quietly watched them arguing with each other in dissatisfaction, and at some point a soft light appeared in his eyes, like the water of a lake in spring, clear to the bottom, and intoxicating.

At this moment, there was a kind of gentleness in him that had never been seen before. When Jinpei Matsuda pushed open the door, he was stunned by the gentleness that he had never seen in Gen Saikawa before.

It seemed as if he had become more humane, Matsuda Jinpei thought uncertainly.

"Officer Matsuda!"

In the end, Conan noticed the curly-haired man in a black suit at the door. He gave up talking to Haibara Ai about the specific meaning of the ancient Greek goddess and ran to the door as if he was relieved.

Matsuda Jinpei came back to his senses. He bent down slightly and rubbed the little detective's furry head, "Conan, you guys are here too."

When he stood up again, his face had the familiar uninhibited and casual look on it. Qichuan Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he spoke:

"It's only half a day, and half of your body is about to be buried in the ground. If you give me another half a day, will I come to worship you with flowers tomorrow?

You are amazing, Mr. Qichuan. How come I didn't know that you have such a strong sense of justice? Why did you go head-to-head with the terrorists without knowing your own life? "

Qichuan Yuan blinked, then reflexively bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, you ghost, stop talking!" Jinpei Matsuda frowned in annoyance when he heard his hoarse voice. He walked over and lifted up Gen Sugawa's face. His eyes paused on the gauze for a moment, then he let go of his hand irritably and patted Gen Sugawa's head with controlled strength.

He sighed helplessly: "You guys, why are there so many disasters and troubles? Just stay in the hospital and don't have to go in and out of the hospital repeatedly."

"Thank you for your help."

Jinpei Matsuda looked at the two elementary school students standing nearby and watching the excitement, and spoke very sincerely.

"You must have suffered a lot by staying with him all the time. By the way, where is your uncle?"

Conan shook his head and waved his hands in panic: "No, no, it's Brother Qichuan who has been taking care of us."

"Uncle is processing the formalities and should be back soon."

Speak of the devil, the devil appears. Just as Conan finished his words, the door of the ward opened. But there was more than one person coming in. Maori Kogoro seemed to be in a much better mood. He finally showed the young man behind him a friendly smile that was absolutely rare today:

"Thank you so much, Mr. Zhufu."

All of them?

Matsuda Jinpei's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked towards the door. Then he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar gentle voice:

"No, I also want to thank you for taking care of Xiaoyuan all the time."

Morofu Jingguang seemed to sense something, and looked over with his blue cat eyes. When he saw the familiar, slightly ruffian face beside the bed, his pupils contracted, and then a long-lost joy and nostalgia overwhelmed his chest. He smiled slightly, and his clear cat eyes were full of tenderness.

Long time no see, Zhenping.