I am a good doctor from Stealing Pens and crossing Conan

[The man just now was an unlucky guy in the main story line, he was dying. 】

Lin Qingzhu looked at the panel that popped up again, and glanced strangely at Daoji Majima who had just left.

After escaping a level, Lin Qingzhu just wanted to continue to avoid the crowd, and the chairman of the entertainment group Kana and Kenzo Masuyama also came over with red wine.

They are all business people, so a few conversations are naturally indispensable.

Lin Qingzhu's calmness quickly came back, and after testing Kenzo Masuyama's words, he found that he probably didn't know the identity of his winery, and he probably didn't know who was assisting him.

Chapter 165

Conan looked at the venue and said with emotion: "The memorial service of movie superstars is just different."

Hui Yuanai nodded: "There are quite a few celebrities in the world."

"There are female writers who won the Naoki Award, professional baseball sponsors, capable music producers, popular American actresses, and professors from famous universities."

Conan looked over one by one, and when he saw Kenzo Masuyama, he couldn't help laughing: "Oh, even the giants in the industrial and economic circles are here."

"Wait, that's... Lin Qingzhu?!" Conan looked at the familiar figure who was talking with someone not far away, and was a little surprised: "He doesn't seem like a person who likes this kind of occasion."

Haibara Ai followed Conan's line of sight, and was also a little surprised: "It's true, he is really different today."

Conan looked at Lin Qingzhu talking and laughing happily, and laughed awkwardly: "Isn't it different, it's rare to see him so sociable."

Hui Yuanai was puzzled: "Are you trying to say tactful?"

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After exchanging a few words with the two business leaders, Lin Qingzhu heaved a sigh of relief, glanced at Conan and Hui Yuanai who were hiding behind the table in the distance, and prepared to go to the corner and sit down.

As a result, before the footsteps moved a few times, the way forward was blocked again. Lin Qingzhu looked at the woman blocking in front of him, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

It was hard, and the fist was hard again.

"Hello, my highness, it's been a long time!" An elegant female voice spit out from her crimson lips, Lin Qingzhu was forced to stop, not wanting to speak.

(My lord, long time no see.)

"Not long, we only met last month." Lin Qingzhu responded blankly.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, and her every move was full of charm: "You are really ruthless, little guy."

Kenzo Masuyama saw Belmode approaching Lin Qingzhu suddenly, and the two chatted happily. It was a little strange. This woman... When did she know the young master of the Lin family?

"How about an old saying in China?"

The woman tilted her head and thought for a while, then said with a smile in the substandard Chinese language: "I don't see you in a day, it's like three autumns."

"But every day when I don't see you..." Lin Qingzhu also tilted her head, her expression indifferent: "I am very happy."

The woman looked a little frustrated: "Really?"

After two seconds of silence, the woman regained her composure, with an apologetic smile on her face:

"I was busy some time ago. When I heard the news of your father's death, it was already a few days later. Sorry, I couldn't go to your father's funeral."

Lin Qingzhu was also silent for two seconds: "If you don't mention this, we can still play happily, Sister Wenyard."

"Although I'm sorry." Belmode flicked his golden curly hair and said with a smile, "But I don't feel your sadness."

"Little Qingzhu, I won't say this sad sentence."

Seeing Belmode smiling and drinking the red wine, with an elegant and intellectual demeanor, Lin Qingzhu suddenly laughed in a low voice, and grabbed her left wrist.

Belmode was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lin Qingzhu amusedly, without struggling.

Lin Qingzhu looked at her with a warm smile, pressed her palm on his left chest, and spoke in a gentle and cold voice:

"Sister Chris, I have no heart, don't get too close to me."

"If one day you die, I won't be sad for you either."

no...heartbeat...?

Belmode stared blankly at Lin Qingzhu let go of her hand, turned and left.

"My little dumpling...when did it become like this?"

Feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart, like the bitterness of coffee spreading to the tip of his heart, Belmode frowned slightly, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

Lin Qingzhu withdrew his mental power and kept walking.

I'm sorry, Sister Wynyard, but that little dumpling of yours is dead, and his soul has merged into mine.

His pain is also engraved in my soul all the time, affecting my rationality, pulling my spirit, invading my brain, allowing me to feel the boundless pain and despair of falling into the abyss together with him.

The boundless pain is like a person who can't swim being suffocated in the sea, like being burned in a fire, like a fish being stranded on the beach struggling.

I have never been so disgusted with this kind of empathy for a moment, it affects me all the time, and wants to pull me into the abyss, into hell, and sink with him.

Occasionally, at a certain moment, I clearly know that I am a lunatic, and the lunatic is not me, but another memory in my soul.

He didn't want to live long ago.

So I gave up the treatment, and still let myself sink into the boundless pain, accepting the crazy negative emotions from the patient.

At the last moment of unconsciousness...

He may be happy.

But I don't know why he is in so much pain, the death of his mother, the betrayal of his relatives... maybe not all of them, he just belongs to the abyss, he is obsessed with despair.

He's a real madman.

Lin Qingzhu sat in the corner of the venue, drinking wine in silence, sip after sip, a strong and depressing atmosphere condensed around her body.

Suddenly, the door of the venue was pushed open, and Police Officer Megure walked in with a group of police officers: "Sorry, please make way."

The whole place was suddenly silent, and Lin Qingzhu broke free from the despair in an instant, took a slight breath, and adjusted his slightly chaotic breathing rhythm.

Damn, it was really affected.

Rubbing the forehead with a headache, Lin Qingzhu's eyes gradually focused, and gradually regained his calm and rationality.

Chapter 166 Friendly Communication Between Brothers

"Brother, are you alright?"

A somewhat immature boy's voice came, Lin Qingzhu raised his head, and saw the little boy standing in front of him.

Silently put down the hand on the forehead, Lin Qingzhu frowned, a little strange: "Why are you here?"

Lin Yuzhu lowered her head and bit her lips, as if she had done something wrong, said vaguely:

"I... I recognized my brother before, but later I found that Conan and Haibara were following behind the car my brother was sitting in. I thought it was strange, so I followed."

"Then...then I followed them and came here."

There were still many unreasonable things in the words, such as how Lin Yuzhu followed Conan and the others, and why he knew that Conan was following him, but he didn't ask.

He wasn't too surprised that Lin Yuzhu recognized him. After all, the look he gave to that side was a hint that based on his understanding of the young boy, the possibility of recognizing him was not small.

However, he originally wanted Lin Yuzhu to leave as soon as possible. After all, if Qin Jiu found out, it would not be a good thing, but he didn't expect him to follow instead.

Lin Qingzhu reminded: "The next time I see those two people standing next to me today, stay away and don't follow, those two are not good people."

Lin Yuzhu walked up to Lin Qingzhu and sat down, and asked, "Then why did my brother get along with them?"

Lin Qingzhu smiled lowly: "Of course it's because... your brother and I are not very good people."

Lin Yuzhu pursed her lips and said, "Brother, I'm not a good person either."

Lin Qingzhu closed her eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa: "I know, our family is the same kind of people."

Lin Yuzhu shook her head: "No, brother, you are different, at least not now."

He could feel that his brother was clean, which was different from their family's naturally obsessed with darkness.

But... when my brother was with that group of people, he blended into harmony unexpectedly.

"Brother, do you have a headache? Your complexion is not very good, may I massage it for you?" Lin Yuzhu looked at Lin Qingzhu's slightly pale face, feeling a little worried.

Lin Qingzhu knew that it should be because he was affected by the original Lin Qingzhu's emotions just now, so his complexion might not look good.

"No." Lin Qingzhu sighed, opened his eyes, and put Lin Yuzhu's hand on his waist: "Press for me."

Lin Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, and obediently responded: "Okay."

The boy is still young, his hand strength is not too strong, but it is also slightly stronger than his peers. He is obviously afraid that he is not strong enough, so he presses with a lot of strength.

Because he came to attend the memorial service, Lin Qingzhu was wearing a black suit, with his long legs crossed, his hands clasped naturally, placed on his thighs, and he unconsciously exerted force between his fingers.

The back injury has recovered a lot, and I haven't had any pain for a long time recently.

But the weather is bad today, and I have been feeling very uncomfortable since the morning. I have a strong pain in my waist. I just stood for a long time, and it is even more uncomfortable. The pain is tolerable, but it is very disturbing.

"Extraordinary guests present." Mai Hui straightly stood on the podium: "Let's enjoy together now, these few slides that director Jiumaki did not make public during his lifetime, these are his own slides."

Conan was surprised: "Look at the slideshow?!"

Sure enough, the lights in the venue were turned off immediately, and the whole venue was plunged into darkness.

"Okay." Lin Qingzhu pressed Lin Yuzhu's hand: "Don't press it, follow me, it's not safe here."

Lin Yuzhu took Lin Qingzhu's hand: "Okay, does brother still hurt?"

Lin Qingzhu smiled in the dark: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

According to the procedure, the slides were still showing on the stage. The host Mai Hui showed his full professionalism and explained the origin of the slides to the audience, which made everyone laugh.

Under the stage, Tunkou Councilor disappeared at some point, and the crowd became a mess in unknown places.

Both Conan and the police discovered the disappearance of the important person and hurriedly searched in the dark, while the others were still laughing at the slides without knowing it.

People who know nothing have become a perfect and professional background board. In this darkness, a stupid drama is staged, which is inexplicably divided and inexplicably sad.

Lin Qingzhu made up his mind to touch the fish, and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai in the corner. Lin Yuzhu held his hand a little nervously, silently watching the order in the darkness and the chaos flowing.

Suddenly, the sound of a silenced pistol firing sounded, and a faint reflective trail streaked across the darkness, followed by the slight sound of bullets breaking through the air.

In the noisy venue, the slight noise is almost inaudible, and it is impossible to judge the source of the sound.

Lin Yuzhu held his brother's hand tightly: "Brother, has anyone died yet?"