Kexue Magician

Chapter 383 Feng Surname, Descendant of God?
"They won't follow, they're just curious about what I want to do."

Under the big tree enough to shade the sun, Conan pushed his black-rimmed glasses, turned his back to the young detective team in the far corner, as if he could guess their thoughts without looking back, and said confidently.

"That's true, children are always more curious." Hui Yuanai said coldly with his hands behind his back.

Conan looked at his watch. There was not enough time, so he said shortly: "Aside from making the body smaller, does that medicine have other effects? For example, it can enhance the regeneration ability of cells and tissues?"

In the stalactite cave, he was shot and passed out. When he woke up, doctors were surrounded by the bed.

Ayumi and Yuanta could only be squeezed to the door.

The doctors were male and female, but they all had weird eyes, some were amazed, some were in disbelief, and some stared at their own bodies as if they were looking at a mouse in a cage, as if they wanted to dissect and study themselves.

Conan was terrified on the spot, his psychological quality was tougher than that of an FBI investigator, and he almost couldn't hold back his calm demeanor.

His most fearful guess suddenly popped up in his mind.

That is, after I was seriously injured, my body suddenly returned to the appearance of an adult, and then turned back into a child in front of everyone. That's why the eyes of those doctors are scary, because it seems unscientific!

However, a detective is a detective after all.

Under Conan's careful and cautious insinuations, he finally learned the truth.

That is, after I was sent to the emergency room, after the chief surgeon and assistants and others lifted off my blood-stained clothes, I suddenly found that there was no penetrating wound in my abdomen after the bullet shot through my body.

The surgeon in charge suspected that he was wrong. After cleaning up the blood on his abdomen, he found that his belly was as smooth as new, with no scars at all.

As a result, the surgeons who suspected that they had been tricked broke through the door.

They questioned Dr. Ali and the Boy Detective Team why they did this, and said with extreme dissatisfaction that if there are other critically ill patients in the hospital who are in urgent need of medical resources, but if they are delayed because of your farce, it would be murder for money!
It is intentional killing!It is unforgivable!

What the doctor said made Dr. Li and the others stunned in place, and then argued with reason...
"Afterwards, Dr. Ali and Ayumi saw that my face was a little pale, but there was no scar on my abdomen. After touching it a few times, they were all dumbfounded! They even said that the sacred tree saved me."

"Because there were too many people present at that time, I didn't ask you at the first time, and waited until now."

Conan stared at Hui Yuanai with burning eyes.

He suspected that some unknown effect of aptx-4869 made him recover from his injury. After all, a high school student who is 174 cm tall and weighs 58 kg can shrink into a primary school student who is about 100 cm. Isn't it reasonable to heal his injury?
"Who knows." Hui Yuanai blinked his eyes, his eyes were far away.

"Really?" Conan stared suspiciously at Haibara Ai, who was also shrunken and suspected to be a full-fledged member of the organization.

Hui Yuanai's slender and delicate willow eyebrows twitched.

As a genius scientist who inherited the research results of his parents and re-researched and produced aptx-4869.

At present, no one in the world understands the drug principle and function of that capsule better than her.

aptx-4869 is not going to heal people.

Conan's recovery from serious injuries is likely to be Fengchu's work, because his sister was hit in the chest by a gin bullet, bled profusely, and was on the verge of death, but she also had no scars afterwards and was alive and kicking.

But this kind of thing is about Fengchu's secret, how could she tell Conan?

The corners of Hui Yuanai's pink lips were slightly raised, and she said with a half-smile, "Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth."

"Since you suspect that it is the effect of the medicine that made you recover quickly, why don't you try it out?"

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, he stretched out his left index finger, and said speechlessly: "Do you think I haven't tried it? After I deduced that it was the effect of the medicine, in order to verify the authenticity, I scratched the index finger with a knife that night, and the wound Healing was as fast as normal."

Speaking of which, he could have gone back to Mori Detective Agency sooner.

But those doctors said that the rapid recovery of serious injuries is a medical miracle, so they persuaded Xiaolan and the others with the excuse of more observation and research to avoid future troubles, allowing them to stay in the hospital for three more days and undergo various examinations.

Fortunately, there is still the law. After reading all kinds of data, those doctors felt that it was very ordinary, and they did not use the knife on themselves because of doubts and guesses.

Conan couldn't help sighing, and there was a shallow scar on the pad of the index finger of his left hand.

"As expected of Edogawa, dare to experiment." Haibara Ai said flatly.

"However, maybe your wound is too small to stimulate the life potential and the effect of the medicine, so why don't you try stabbing yourself?"

Hui Yuanai's long eyelashes fluttered, and demon-like horns appeared on his head.

Classmate Conan, whose big eyes turned into dead fish eyes in an instant, chuckled. He had thought about it before, but he didn't do it, because this guess was not worth the bet with his life, and he didn't want to harm himself.

A force four southeast wind blows.

The small branches on the big tree swayed, dozens of leaves fell, and the dust on the ground was raised.

After the wind subsided, Hui Yuanai said lightly: "Conan, the word 'Ke' is the radical of wood, maybe you have a relationship with trees, maybe you were a tree god or a spirit tree in your previous life, so the old tree in the stalactite cave will save you .”

Hey, hey, isn't this reason too ridiculous?

Even if Ayumi and the others are children, even you, who don't know your age, believe in that set of myths?

Conan stared at the dead fish eyes, and said with a chuckle: "The surname Feng is the oldest surname in Huaguo, and it is also one of the rarest surnames in Huaguo."

""Shangshu Dazhuan" identified Fuxi, Suiren, and Nuwa as the three emperors in ancient China, and they were all surnamed Feng. In myths and legends, Fuxi is the god of creation, Suiren is the ancestor of fire, and Nuwa pinched Make people out of mud, make up the sky with stones."

"That's why there are rumors that people with the surname Feng are descendants of gods, possessing incredible power beyond ordinary people's imagination."

"Feng Chu is also surnamed Feng. Could it be that he is also a descendant of God, a superman?"

"Or, Fengchu can also fly freely like the wind, swimming in the blue sea in the morning and the sky in the evening?"

Conan followed what Haibara Ai said, and as he talked, he felt that his words had become a cold joke that was colder than the doctor.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Then the class bell rang, jingling bells.

Seeing Haibara Ai stunned, Conan thought she was dumbfounded and speechless by his sharp question, so he shook his head and walked to the stairs first, and met Ayumi and the others who pretended to meet by chance with embarrassing faces.

Hui Yuanai stared blankly for two seconds, blinked his eyes, and the light in his eyes became lively.

Wind?Descendants of God?
I really hadn't studied the origin of Fengchu's surname before, but now I realized that it has such a big and deep origin.

"Superman? Can fly? He really can."

Hui Yuanai's eyes sparkled, an unbelievable smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he murmured in a barely audible voice, and then walked to the classroom unhurriedly.

(End of this chapter)