A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, casting swaying, dappled shadows on the ground.
Under the tree, a handsome young man sat on a bench. Behind the iron gate near the tree stood a little girl. Their eyes met.
The sun was bright, the wind blew through the grass, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
In the next second, the idyllic atmosphere was completely shattered.
"God will descend on the night of the full moon to punish you ignorant commoners!" A man wearing slippers and a hospital gown sprinted past them from behind.
A group of nurses and doctors followed close on his heels.
"Quick! Quick!" "Stop him!"
To the side, a listless, skeletal teenage boy sat hugging his knees on the ground, completely indifferent to the chaos around him.
Chi Feichi looked down at the small rubber ball that had rolled to his feet. He bent over, picked it up, and stood to walk toward the iron gate.
The nurse standing by the bench quickly followed him, her eyes filled with a trace of vigilance and caution.
Walking to the gate, Chi Feichi crouched down and passed the ball through the gap in the iron bars. "Here."
Outside the gate, the little girl—perhaps frightened by the earlier commotion, or perhaps unaccustomed to Chi Feichi's completely expressionless face—took the ball in a daze.
Chi Feichi stood up, preparing to leave.
"W-Wait a minute!" the little girl said hurriedly. "Thank you, Mister! My name is Ayumi. Yoshida Ayumi. What is your name?"
Chi Feichi stopped and turned back to size up the girl.
Six or seven years old, a cute bob cut, a yellow hairband, a pink sweater, and big eyes looking at him expectantly.
In this two-dimensional world, she certainly counted as a very cute little girl.
The key point was... Yoshida Ayumi?
That name, combined with the chaotic timeline, left Chi Feichi feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation.
The world he had transmigrated into was Detective Conan?
One month ago, he was shocked to discover that, instead of dying as he should have, he had transmigrated into the body of a Japanese university student.
He shared the same name: Chi Feichi.
If not for the unfamiliar face in the mirror and the strange family, he would have almost believed he had simply been resurrected.
In his past life, he had heard that the surname 'Chi' was widely distributed—found in China, Japan, Korea, Italy, and Malaysia. In this life, it seemed he was destined to meet the international version of himself.
Though, frankly, he would have preferred not to meet him!
When he transmigrated, the original consciousness of this body still existed.
The two of them alternated control of the body every three or four hours, while the other fell into a deep sleep.
On the second day of his transmigration, he was sent to the psychiatric department.
The basic diagnosis: Dissociative Identity Disorder (Split Personality).
Furthermore, from his perspective, there was something wrong with time in this place. Yesterday was Saturday, so why was today Saturday again?
But in the eyes of the doctors and everyone around him, he was the one with the problem. A complication of his split personality—Time Perception Disorder.
For a while, he had even started to suspect that he really was the one with the problem.
Only now did he realize this was the Detective Conan world. Given this world's notoriously chaotic timeline... he had some very colorful language he wasn't sure he should use!
Making matters worse, after transmigrating, he could occasionally hear plants and animals talking. Coupled with the fact that he had just arrived and had no inherited memories, he felt no attachment to this world or his new family. He wasn't sure about the specific test results, but judging by the doctor's solemn expression at the time, he guessed they were tragic.
On top of that, the original consciousness suffered from depression and had attempted suicide twice before.
So, hospital admission was mandatory. Level 1 Nursing, specifically.
Level 1 Nursing Protocol:
-Patient must have a designated high-security room.
-Patient activities must never leave the nurse's line of sight.
-For the first week, activities are restricted to the ward; going outside requires staff accompaniment.
-Personal items are managed by staff.
-Condition assessed daily; nursing records updated every 3–7 days.
-Changes in condition must be recorded immediately and reported to a physician for timely handling.
-Wake up on time, sleep on time, take meds on time, monitored at all times... even a sane person would be driven crazy!
"Mister?" Yoshida Ayumi looked at Chi Feichi in confusion, a faint blush on her face. He really is a handsome big brother...
The nurse crouched down, carefully choosing her words. "Little sister, he..."
Chi Feichi snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Yoshida Ayumi. "Chi Feichi. That is my name."
Ayumi nodded, revealing a sweet smile. "I'll remember it! Can I come play with you another day?"
"Ah, no..." The nurse quickly intervened. Although Chi Feichi hadn't shown aggressive behavior toward others, children were easily influenced. She couldn't guarantee Chi Feichi wouldn't say something bizarre, nor did she dare allow a little girl to have too much contact with him.
"Why?"
Ayumi's confused voice was left behind.
Chi Feichi had already turned around, walking toward the ward with an indifferent expression.
On the way, a man leaned in close to his face, looking nervously left and right before whispering, "I'm telling you, your existence only exists within your cognition, and cognition can be deceived. Actually, this world was created by a certain entity. As long as he wishes it, he can erase us at any time. Do you believe me?"
Chi Feichi stared at the man for a moment. "Perhaps."
Was this world created by Aoyama Gosho? Does it truly exist? Even he didn't know the answer anymore.
The man let out a long sigh of relief, a look of gratification in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Chi Feichi, who was trying to leave. "You're the first person to believe me! Since you trust me, I can't just ignore you. Let me tell you, there is a huge problem with this world. A pair of eyes is constantly watching us, but I have a way to escape..."
Chi Feichi looked at the chattering man and felt a bit tired.
He stepped forward, closed the distance, executed a reverse throw to destabilize the man, and simultaneously delivered a chop to the man's carotid artery.
The man fainted cleanly.
The world was finally...
No, the world was not quiet!
"What are you doing?!" "Quick, over here!"
Before the staff could run up to him, Chi Feichi had already sensibly let go of the body.
One hour later...
The middle-aged doctor was slightly balding and chubby, with a festive round face that carried a smile. His approachability score was at least a ten out of ten.
"Mr. Chi, I'd like to understand. Why did you strike his neck?"
Chi Feichi looked at Fukuyama Tomoaki, his attending physician, his face still devoid of expression. "He was too noisy."
Fukuyama smiled. "Just because of that?"
"I held back," Chi Feichi didn't explain further. Let them think what they wanted.
In a place like this, the more you denied being sick, the more they concluded you were seriously ill.
Fukuyama nodded noncommittally, slowing his voice to advise, "Don't do that next time. The human neck is a very fragile place. Striking the main artery can cause fainting or unconsciousness, but it can also lead to death. It is very dangerous behavior."
Chi Feichi knew Fukuyama was adding another note to his little notebook, but he didn't say much. "I understand."
Fukuyama observed Chi Feichi, sighing internally. He could tell Chi Feichi hadn't taken it to heart. Does he have tendencies to harm others? I'll need to observe him closely.
On the surface, however, he showed nothing, continuing to smile. "Your recovery has been good lately. The alternation between the two personalities isn't as frequent. If you continue to communicate, you should recover soon... By the way, do you know what day of the week tomorrow is?"
Chi Feichi remembered looking at the calendar and newspaper before leaving the ward. Today was Tuesday.
"Tomorrow is Wednesday."
Fukuyama corrected him. "Ahem... tomorrow is Friday."
Chi Feichi fell silent, forcibly suppressing the urge to flip the table.
Today is Tuesday, tomorrow is Friday? Great. He knew it was a trick question!
Looking at it this way, he was afraid he'd never get out of here.
He felt the time in this world was abnormal, but everyone else thought it was perfectly normal. Therefore, in this world, he was the anomaly. He was the patient!
This... was perhaps how many people with mental illness felt.
To make matters worse, a pot of succulents on the table was causing trouble, emitting a dissatisfied voice: "So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, I want water, so uncomfortable..."
"Friday. I understand," Chi Feichi said, looking straight ahead with an indifferent expression.
Last time, because this succulent was making a fuss, his gaze had drifted for a second. Fukuyama, who was observing him, caught it and drilled him on what he had seen or heard.
Psychiatrists were truly troublesome.
The chat ended about half an hour later.
The physician's assistant, a young woman, whispered with a smile, "Mr. Chi seems to be recovering very well. He has been very cooperative with treatment since his admission. The two personalities are leaving messages for each other in a notebook, and the auditory hallucinations seem to have stopped. Everything is moving in a good direction."
Fukuyama's brow furrowed slightly. "It's hard to say. He is very smart..."
"Eh?" The female assistant was puzzled.
"Have you looked closely at his diagnostic report?" Fukuyama pulled a file from the drawer, opened it, and pointed to the results. "Split personality. Both personalities suffer from Affective Deprivation Disorder. One personality has severe depression accompanied by OCD and suicidal tendencies. The other personality has auditory hallucinations, delusions, and Time Perception Disorder..."
The assistant nodded. "Typical symptoms of split personality."
"Split personality is a very troublesome condition requiring long-term treatment. right now, it looks like his two personalities have recognized each other's existence and are actively communicating. But we must pay attention to his daily behavior. Patients with this condition often have extremely cold expressions and lack emotional connection to those around them," Fukuyama explained.
"From this perspective, he shows no signs of full recovery. The one dominating his body recently is the 'Delusional Personality,' correct? He is smart. On the surface, he appears to recognize his illness, but in reality, he doesn't admit to it at all. He is disguising himself, deceiving us. That personality... is intelligent and cunning. Furthermore, when that personality appears, he possesses agile combat skills, yet there is no record of such training in his life history."
"You mean to say, this personality is something he hallucinated into existence?" the assistant pondered.
"We must make him realize this point, and then determine if the Delusional Personality has aggressive tendencies," Fukuyama thought for a moment. "But for now, at least the Delusional Personality won't do anything to harm the body, like suicide... Have you contacted his family recently?"
"Yes," the assistant lowered her voice. "But neither of his parents has any intention of coming to see him. They said a few words, claimed they were busy, and hung up."
Fukuyama frowned. "They really have no intention of cooperating at all!"