Conan’s World Stand-in

The girl has a low double ponytail, which is a little rustic for her age, and the braids are not long, tied with two small moon-shaped hair ropes, which are barely longer than the shoulders. The height is not high, from the back view, it is only about one meter five, thin and small.

The girl glanced back, and immediately turned her head away when she found Guan Dounan.

Guan Dounan just learned her name from Masaru Mobu: Yuedong Linghua, a name that does not match his own temperament and reveals a graceful and luxurious temperament. Currently studying in Class D for the third year, it is hard to imagine that a third year student will still grow up to be so small. Some people believe that she is a junior high school student.

And it seems even more incredible to say that such a girl would be a stalker who likes to stalk her.

The lighting in the activity room of the Art Department uses very bright white light to restore the natural light and shadow as much as possible, which is in sharp contrast with the almost completely dark sky outside. Both of them could see each other's expressions from the reflections in the glass. Although they didn't face each other directly, it was better than face to face.

"Thank you."

Yuedong Linghua looked at Guan Dounan behind her reflected on the glass, and bowed to her, very neon-like.

"Although it's a bit hasty and a bit false to say 'thank you for saving your life' or something like that, but I still want to thank you."

"Being able to insist on giving me first aid in that situation, and it lasted for so long..."

"I don't know what I have done to get your help. Because of the lack of oxygen for so long, something seems to have disappeared from my memory. I'm sorry."

"But what I want to say is, if you want me to do anything, if there is anything I can do to help, please come to me and it will make me feel better."

After Guan Dounan said these words, he stood up and waited for the girl's reply.

He tried to use Xiao Hei's [Reflection] ability to predict why Yuedong Linghua wanted to do this, but he had no inspiration, probably because of insufficient information.

Although it was rumored to be a stalker, he vaguely felt that Yuedong Linghua and Guan Dounan probably belonged to a plot like two lonely children warming each other up, and they might lead to a plot like a crush. Thanks to the fact that he looks very "normal", he is often a classmate and friend's confidant and a psychiatrist.

After all, being able to do artificial respiration to Guan Dounan for half an hour under the watchful eyes of so many people is beyond her limit for a relatively introverted high school girl.

It is a pity that he did not inherit Guan Dounan's memory and could not bear this heavy feeling, so he could only use amnesia as an excuse.

After all, the original Guan Dounan is no longer there, and it is impossible for him to continue to be such a gloomy autistic otaku.

Respect for the leader, gregariousness with colleagues, and anger when retweeting on social networking sites can all be performed, but this time, he can, but he doesn't want to.

He can only try to make amends in this way of giving the promise.

But just imagine, you have always been a very lonely person in school, and there is only one person who shares the same problem with you. One day he suddenly encountered a big crisis. You paid the price to save him regardless of the eyes of others, but he didn't remember you when he woke up. now...

What a vulgar and uncomfortable plot, what is this? Legend of Sword and Fairy? Li Xiaoyao? Guan Dounan felt that he had been inexplicably added the attribute of a scumbag.

But no is no.

"...Guan Jun, don't you remember?"

Yuedong Linghua's voice is like the moonlight projected on the sand, faintly gentle, but a little timid and hoarse.

"…terribly sorry."

"No, there is no need for Guan Jun to apologize. After all, Guan Jun is still alive, it is already the luckiest thing..."

There was no complaint or anger on Yuedong Linghua's face reflected in the window, only relief and small, almost invisible regrets.

"Guan Jun, go back first, I..." Yuedong Linghua paused, "I, need to think again. After thinking about it, I will find you."

"...stay safe, the weather is bad today."

Guan Dounan thought for a while whether to propose to send her home, but after thinking about it carefully, Yuedong Linghua is probably very troubled now, and it might be even more troublesome if she was forced to send her home.

Just follow silently in the dark, I hope not to be turned into a stalker.

The door of the activity room closed gently, and Yuedong Linghua was stunned for a while before turning her head, as if she wanted to go through time to see Guan Dounan's back.

…

Although the sky has completely darkened, it is fortunate that this is a city, and it is called neon. The various neon lights and street lights are added together, so even if you are walking at night, you will not be too worried.

The only bad part is probably people who are not suitable for secret actions, such as Guan Dounan at this time.

"I'm really not suitable for this kind of thing... I don't care about acting. If I really do it, I have no criminal talent at all. It would be convenient if the stand-in Xiao Hei was able to move. Just let him follow me, bah, protect Yue Dongling. Hua. But will this cause others to accidentally see a new urban legend coming out..."

Barely hiding his body at the corner of the store's gate, avoiding Yuedong Linghua's sight, Guan Dounan sighed silently in his heart.

Fortunately, it was getting late, and not many people looked at him with strange eyes.

"...A week ago, with the assistance of high school detective Kudo Shinichi, the suspect in the jewelry store robbery and murder case confessed his accomplices. The police successfully arrested three other robbers and recovered the jewelry..."

Kudo Shinichi usually does a lot of things...

The TV in the window next to it was playing the evening news in sync. Guan Dounan glanced at random, but his eyes suddenly solidified.

Since it is a synchronized evening news, the broadcast must be today's program, and the date must be today, right?

But why, the date on the TV shows November 17th.

Yesterday was supposed to be January 11th, why did it jump for nearly two months? The boss used the Crimson King tens of thousands of times? Father Pucci used Made in Heaven?

No, Kudo Shinichi also said, "Yesterday"... Could it be that the date is wrong? Moreover, the records about today's date that I saw elsewhere today are all on November 17, the disinfection log of the cafeteria, the schedule of students on duty, and the "graduation season in April next year" that Tsukamoto Sumimi said...

I have seen today's date many times, but I have completely ignored the past until I heard this news... It's like Xiao Hei's ability to search for questions meets the conditions for activation, and he has collected the last piece of the puzzle.

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask, what date is today?"

"Today? November 17th, Monday."

"So, what about yesterday?"

"Today is the 17th, of course it was the 16th yesterday? Is there any problem?"

The passers-by who stopped by the side of the road and asked, all got the same answer, and even a few people asked with concern if they wanted to help him contact the hospital.

What the **** happened... When Guan Dounan reacted, Yuedong Linghua's back had disappeared. He was a little dizzy by this weird date mystery and froze in place for a long time.

He guarantees with the ability of "unforgettable" brought by the stand-in, that he remembers correctly, that he crossed over just yesterday, January 11th, whether it is the "Ka" brand that the crew recorded in the scene of which I don't know its name, or This date is written on the lunch box, unless everyone is acting, or their memories are "arranged", the so-called "this is reasonable".

Without hesitation, Guan Dounan walked to his "home", ready to verify something.

When passing a newsstand, he stopped and bought a copy of today's newspaper and yesterday's newspaper. The dates above were still November 17th and 16th, and there seemed to be no problem.

Guan Dounan took two newspapers, stared at a certain section for a careful comparison, nodded slightly, stuffed the newspapers into his bag, and continued home.

Still no one was at home, Guan Dounan opened the door, turned on the lights, changed shoes skillfully, and rushed straight into the kitchen.

At this time, I would like to thank Neon's garbage classification and delivery date system. Yesterday's kitchen waste was not thrown away immediately today. Guan Dounan took out the lunch box he ate yesterday from the garbage bag and saw the date on the label.

【January 11】

"…"

Slowly putting down the hand holding the fast food box, Guan Dounan's thoughts became a little clearer, but not completely.

…

"I'm back... Brother Dou, have you eaten yet?" At ten o'clock, Guan Shanyue opened the door and went home. Today, she was wearing a beige sweater and black trousers. A thin windbreaker, no matter how you look at it, it is still very handsome.

"No." Guan Dounan turned over the last page of the newspaper, raised his head and replied.

"Then let's have lunch. Today's fish steak rice. Huh? Why did you suddenly read the newspaper."

Guan Shanyue put the lunch on the table and asked curiously.

"I almost couldn't come back today because I didn't have an umbrella, so I wanted to pay attention to the weather forecast." Guan Dounan picked up the newspaper and pointed to the weather forecast column on November 16, which said "There are showers in some areas. ".

"Well, I always carry an umbrella with me, so I don't have any experience... We don't have a TV at home. When there is a small TV that can be held in my hand, I should be able to watch the weather forecast at any time." Guan Shanyue said thoughtfully.

"It should be available in about ten years. By the way, do you remember what date yesterday was?" Guan Dounan said casually. The earliest smartphone in his mind was probably around 2010, but the weather forecast function was even earlier, when it was sent to users via phone calls or text messages.

"The 16th, what's wrong?" Guan Shanyue was taking out the lunch box from the plastic bag, and took a look at it, and it was indeed November 17th.

"So, do you remember what we ate yesterday?"

"Pork chop rice, what's wrong?"

"This is the label on the pork chop and rice bento box we ate yesterday." Guan Dounan raised his right hand, turned the back of his hand, and showed the label that was torn from the bento box, "The date on it is, January 11th."

"Eh? No way..." Guan Shanyue looked very surprised, took Guan Dounan's hand and looked at the label on it.