Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

It only takes two short sentences to change a person's mood from calm to soaring.

Miwa Kazuya's inner thoughts: Possessed by Bu Oyun, the silent embodiment of the famous painting, his whole body is filled with resistance, and he screams loudly.

Miwa Kazuya's hands: [Okay. I'm in ward 404.]

When the door of the ward was opened just now, he saw the number of this room. It was a very unlucky number, and now it has come true.

After the message was sent, Aoyagi Binkou did not reply, and Miwa Kazuya sighed while holding the phone.

"Dong dong."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Miwa Kazuya thought it was the doctor who had just left, so he shouted, "Come in."

The door opened, and to Miwa Kazuya's surprise, the person standing at the door was not the doctor or Inspector Megure who came to question again after getting the clue, but an old man.

The old man was also wearing a hospital gown. He was not tall and thin. He looked to be in his early sixties, with silver hair on his temples. He did not use a cane and his back was straight.

"Excuse me, are you...?"

Sanlun Heye was confused, he was sure he had never seen this old man before.

"I'm in ward 403 across the street. I just heard the nurse say that the police are coming. Did something happen in the hospital?"

The old man looked at him, his eyes lingering on his hair for a moment, and asked in a kind tone.

……

Because he didn't know when Aoyagi Hikari would come, Miwa Kazuya thought that since he had nothing to do anyway, he might as well chat with the old man who came to inquire about the police.

He told the police the reason why they came, his identity (new mystery novelist Lu Renjia) and the news that the TV series adapted from his novel would be broadcast soon. Then this old man, who seemed to have a good temper, also told him about his job.

It turns out that this plain-looking old man is the president of a large software company.

Miwa Kazuya: “…”

"Excuse me, is there something on my face?"

The president, whose last name is Kawai, noticed that his gaze was a little strange.

Miwa Kazuya smiled dryly and looked away: "No, I accidentally looked the other way."

President.

If he remembered correctly, the top of the list of high-risk occupations mentioned in the group chat among passers-by... seemed to be the president?
Facing the person in front of him, Miwa Kazuya couldn't say these messed up thoughts. He complimented him, "So you are the president. It's amazing that you can build a company and run it for so many years."

As he said this, he looked outside the door and found that they had been chatting for quite a while and no one came to disturb them. There seemed to be no one in the ward opposite.

"President Kawai, are you in the hospital alone? I thought that a president of a large company like you would be surrounded by children, secretaries, and housekeepers when you are in the hospital, right?"

Miwa Kazuya asked without any malice, just out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that as soon as he said it, President Kawai's face changed slightly.

But in just a blink of an eye, the president's expression returned to normal.

"I don't have a housekeeper. I only have a maid at home, and she has taken leave recently. There is a very important meeting at the company today, and my secretary is handling the work there. As for my children..."

At this point, President Kawai turned his head and looked at the ward opposite. His expression was very complicated, like a feeling of dissatisfaction and a loneliness that could not be expressed directly.

"My unfilial son should come to see me this evening."

"He'll come and ask me for money again," he said stiffly.

When he heard the first sentence, Miwa Kazuya, who was about to say "At least I came to see you, it's okay", immediately shut his mouth.

President Kawai noticed his embarrassment and realized that he had talked too much just now. He stood up from his chair and said, "I'm sorry for talking so much nonsense to you. I'll go back first." Miwa Kazuya was relieved that he didn't have to continue the topic and wanted to say goodbye, but then he thought it was not auspicious to say this in the hospital, so he changed his words: "It's a pleasure chatting with you. I wish you a speedy recovery and discharge from the hospital."

President Kawai turned around, raised his hand and stroked his heart, and sighed softly: "Discharged? Haha, it would be great if it really ended like this..."

Miwa Kazuya heard it clearly: "..."

...Did he say something wrong again?

Soon the ward fell into silence again. Miwa Kazuya sat there for a long time facing the closed door, completely emptying his mind.

He didn't move until his stomach growled.

Miwa Kazuya scratched his hair and stopped thinking about outsiders. He turned on the screen of his mobile phone to check the messages and the current time, and found that it was already noon, and Aoyagi Akimitsu still hadn't replied.

If a teammate says he will come, he will definitely come. There is no need to urge him. This is not a good thing...

Thinking so, Sanluo Heya picked up the crutch next to him. It was left by the nurse during the ward rounds just now. It was used to make it easier for people like him who had leg injuries but not particularly serious to get out of bed and walk around.

He walked out of Ward 404 slowly, leaning on a cane, somewhat unskillfully.

When checking the news just now, Sanlun and others also checked this hospital. Beihua Central Hospital is one of several large comprehensive hospitals in Beihua. The medical level is very high. It is at least a top-level hospital in China.

He was on the fourth floor of the inpatient department, which was a single-bed ward where patients whose conditions were not too serious were housed.

Miwa Kazuya stood in the corridor and looked around. His room was in the middle. At the right end was the nurse station. The nurse who had just come to check on the patient was communicating with the patient. On the left...

He froze for a moment.

At the door of the room at the end of the corridor on the left, there were two tall and strong bodyguards, both of whom looked like foreigners.

As if they had noticed his gaze, they both looked over, and when they saw that he was leaning on a cane, one of them immediately looked away, while the other looked him up and down suspiciously.

Sanluan Heya didn't want to cause trouble, so he turned around and walked to the other side to say hello at the nurses' station.

"Can we order takeout here?" he asked straight to the point.

"You can order, but it can only be delivered downstairs. It can't be delivered upstairs to affect other patients." The nurse stood up and glanced at his feet. "Are you hungry? If necessary, I can order a nutritious meal for you."

Miwa Kazuya refused on the spot: "No, the food in the hospital is too light, I can't get used to it."

He paused and asked, "Is there a store here? I want to buy some bread."

"There is a convenience store. It's on the first floor. Just turn left after you get out of the elevator and you'll find it." The nurse pointed to the elevator.

"Got it, thank you."

Miwa Kazuya thanked him and walked towards the elevator not far away, leaning on his crutches.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable chill on his back, as if someone had pricked him with a needle, and the hairs on his body stood up instantly.

Miwa Kazuya turned around and saw that the corridor behind him was quiet with only a few medical staff walking around. The two bodyguards could not be seen clearly because they were too far away.

How is this going?

Is someone looking at him? But ordinary gazes wouldn't be so creepy...

...Could it be that someone wants to harm him?

Miwa Kazuya remembered the unexplained steel bar incident and had a bad feeling. Just then the elevator arrived, he quickly moved in, then immediately took out his cell phone and asked his teammates for help.

[Gluttony: I felt like someone was watching me in the hospital. The police told me during the interview that the steel bar fall might have been caused by human...]

He is not a mute, nor is he a tough guy who can handle everything alone. As an ordinary passerby, he should just shout for help when he should!
I would rather be despised and persecuted than wait until something bad happens and then regret it! (End of this chapter)