pertwk Chapter 948 What is the meaning of life?
Chapter 948 What is the meaning of life?
Mihua Central Hospital, VIP ward.
Kudo Shinichi (temporary version) has been lying here for two days.
As a rare well-known detective in recent years who was admitted to the hospital for "seppuku suicide (attempted)", a very traditional Japanese method, he can be said to have enjoyed VIP treatment among VIPs.
Every day, groups of doctors and nurses from different departments come to visit and check in, euphemistically calling it a "multi-departmental consultation." But in reality, their eyes all gleam with the same gossipy glint: "Look! That's the kid! He's desperately trying to commit seppuku! And with an antique knife!"
Conan is very confused now, extremely confused, so confused that grass is about to grow on him.
His reasoning is obviously impeccable and the logical chain is perfectly closed!
The bizarre tigers, frogs, and vultures, the strange potions with random effects, and the aerial battles that completely defy Newton's laws... Apart from being a ridiculous dream, what other scientific and reasonable explanation could there be?
Why is pain so real?
It was so real that his stomach still ached slightly!
And why was I still in the hospital when I woke up? Aren’t dreams usually about waking up in your own bed with a scream of “Ah”?
His materialistic worldview suffered an unprecedented and devastating blow, and was shattered beyond repair.
In the past two days, there were very few people who came to visit him, and the scene was particularly desolate, fully demonstrating what it means to "people leave and the tea gets cold", although he hasn't left yet.
My mom, Kudo Yukiko, was filming a movie, so she just scoffed over the phone, "It's ok as long as you're not dead. Hirakkiri? Hahaha, Shinichi-chan is really creative. Remember to shoot a vlog. I'll post it online for my fans to enjoy this classic Japanese tradition!"
...Is this my biological mother?
Dr. Agasa did call, but he said excitedly that he was working with the Suzuki Group to promote his new invention and was too busy to spare any time, so he asked him to take good care of his "injury".
...Plastic family affection.
The only one who came to visit the patient at the risk of "being infected with bad luck" was his good friend Hattori Heiji.
"Kudo! Are you okay?"
Hattori Heiji was carrying a bag of fruit, looking at Kudo Shinichi, who lay on the hospital bed, looking pale and hopeless. He wanted to laugh but felt it was not very kind, so his expression twisted. "I say, you are too hardworking, aren't you? Investigating a case to the point of committing seppuku to express your determination? Your professionalism is almost catching up with mine!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Kudo Shinichi glared at him angrily, "What do you think I want? I was... that was a mistake in reasoning!"
He refused to admit that he was stupid.
The two of them talked about their recent misfortunes.
Finally, the two brothers in trouble from Kanto and Kansai, the two great detectives, reached a high degree of consensus:
——Anything that is unclear, unreasonable, unlucky, and beyond comprehension should be blamed on Hanyu Kusunoki, no doubt about it!
That evil guy must have used some despicable means to distort reality and pollute the air.
"No, I have to be discharged!"
Kudo Shinichi sat up suddenly, his movement causing the wound to ache, and he grimaced in pain. "If I stay any longer, I'll be put under observation in the mental hospital! And... I feel like that damn drug is wearing off!"
If you perform a magic trick of "Kudo Shinichi shrinking into Edogawa Conan" in front of doctors and nurses, it would be really fun.
It can be sent directly to the Abnormal Human Research Center or Suzuki Jirokichi's Museum of Strange People and Things.
"I'll help you!"
Hattori Heiji immediately came to the rescue.
……
The two of them sneaked all the way, dodging and evading the sight of the nurses' station, slipped out of the ward area, and safely arrived at the empty and cool underground parking lot.
Hmm, it seems no one paid the bill?
In the parking lot, Hattori Heiji patted his stylish green motorcycle and said, "How about it? I rode this here. Isn't that nice?"
Kudo Shinichi nodded, and for some reason, he took the driving seat and said, "I'll drive, you show the way."
He needed something to distract himself, to suppress that familiar, unsettling, shrinking feeling within him.
Hattori Heiji didn't think much about it, so he sat astride him and warned him, "Drive carefully, you're still injured, don't go to the hospital again."
The motorcycle engine roared and drove out of the hospital.
Driving on the road, with a gentle breeze blowing on his face, Kudo Shinichi gripped the handlebars, feeling the strength draining away bit by bit. His mood grew increasingly depressed, and he began to pour out his misery to his good friend behind him:
"Hattori, do you think I'm a failure? Xiaolan was snatched away by that guy Hanyu Kusunoki. My house has almost become his second home. My mother didn't even come to see me when I was in the hospital. She even laughed at me... Now my body is almost gone..."
As he spoke, he became more and more excited, and his hand gripping the accelerator unconsciously increased its pressure.
Hattori Heiji initially chimed in, sharing the same hatred for the enemy: "Exactly, that guy is so despicable, he's practically our detective's public enemy. My mom now mentions him more fondly than me. Anyone who doesn't know would think he's the real son of the Hattori family!"
But soon, he found something wrong.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, whistling and filling my ears. The scenery on both sides quickly receded into blurred blocks of color. The needle on the speedometer kept climbing up like crazy, almost bursting the limit.
"Hey, hey! Kudo! Slow down! You're speeding!"
Hattori Heiji patted Kudo Shinichi on the shoulder.
Kudo Shinichi seemed not to hear, immersed in his own sad world, and even faster, the motorcycle shot out like a green lightning: "Hattori, tell me... what is the meaning of life?"
Hattori Heiji's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked a bit. This line didn't seem right: "Brother, don't do it! Calm down! Think about Xiaolan! Even though... uh... she's been abducted by that guy temporarily, you can still get her back! Think about your parents, think about your beloved Sherlock Holmes, he would never commit suicide!"
"Home? I'm almost giving it to Hanyu Kusunoki. Mom? She doesn't recognize me anymore. I have... nothing now..."
Kudo Shinichi's voice was filled with a desperate calmness.
The motorcycle's throttle was almost at the bottom, and it was speeding across the overpass like an arrow, scaring the vehicles nearby to avoid it, with horns and curses blaring.
"You still have me! Kudo! I'm your best friend!"
Hattori Heiji hugged Kudo Shinichi's waist tightly, his face turned pale with fear. The wind was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes, and he felt like he was about to fly.
Kudo Shinichi: "So... I called you today."
Hattori Heiji:"???"
Is this how you treat us as brothers?!
This is not the way to share difficulties!
I'm still young and I don't want to die!
"Kudo! Stop the car! Stop now! I want to get off! This is not the way back to the doctor's house!"
Hattori Heiji shouted in horror, his voice distorted.
However, after a series of blows during this period, a certain great detective seemed to have fallen into a self-destructive mood and was completely unable to listen to anything.
The green motorcycle was like a green ghost, drawing a dangerous and deadly track on the overpass.
All that was left were Hattori Heiji's shrill, windblown screams and the desperate roar of the engine, playing a tragic song called "The End of the Detective".