"...Ms. Fumiyo, please," Fukuyama Chiaki opened the door behind him. "I still have something I want to discuss with you in detail."
"Ah, okay." Kudo Yukiko wasn't nervous and smiled at Conan. "Your friend has been waiting for a long time. Conan, go talk to him first and wait for me."
"Yes~" Conan responded weakly and walked towards Chi Feichi, who was standing by the window.
Inside Aoyama Fourth Hospital, the lobby and corridors were brightly lit.
Outside the window, dim lights dotted the greenery, casting flickering shadows.
Kudo Yusaku, wearing a coat, sat on a bench in the corridor to the side. A mask covered his face completely. He had been secretly observing Chi Feichi for quite a while.
On the way here, he had heard about the situation from Conan over the phone. Regarding the earlier code deciphering, his son was utterly defeated. Even for him, without a sudden burst of inspiration, it would probably be hard to decipher it that quickly.
The last time he saw Chi Feichi was at the Hokkaido platform. Hearing that Chi Feichi had also cracked the trick he designed, he felt Chi Feichi was not simple and was somewhat curious.
Seeing him again today, he found that the other party could stand in front of the window silently for over an hour without moving, and wasn't even curious about him, a sneaky person who had followed them all the way and was waiting here.
Was it as Conan said, having little curiosity? Or had he already seen through him?
What a strange person indeed!
Uh, but as a patient here, being a bit strange seems normal...
Chi Feichi saw Conan approaching in the window reflection. "How do you feel?"
"Terrible. You were just waiting to watch the show, right?" Conan had black lines on his forehead. The various tests made him feel like a lab rat. And that doctor was simply a devil, using all sorts of tricks on him, as if trying to figure out his inner thoughts completely. "But I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Many of my data are normal."
Chi Feichi withdrew his gaze from outside the window. "How can those cold instruments and data fully uncover human joys and sorrows?"
Conan was stunned, looking up at Chi Feichi, but seeing only that eternally calm face.
"Alright, I took the joke too far this time," Chi Feichi took out his phone and squatted down, looking calmly at Conan. "Your videos, choose two for me to delete."
"Really?" Conan was somewhat surprised.
Did he discover a way to make Chi Feichi delete the videos?
Although only two, as long as there was a start, there would definitely be opportunities in the future. This was good news.
"Choose yourself." Chi Feichi said.
"The video where I drank too much," Conan was still worried about his phrase 'became smaller' and explained guiltily, "It's not good for others to find out a child was drinking."
Chi Feichi decisively deleted it and looked at Conan.
Conan hesitated looking at the remaining videos. Now there was the video of him acting cute and throwing a tantrum at the Snowy Mountain Villa, a video of him suddenly singing, a video of him laughing maniacally, and a video of him lying next to a corpse...
Probably because Chi Feichi chose the timing well, watching these videos, especially the last two, he felt his mental state was indeed abnormal.
However, these remaining four videos didn't reveal many secrets. They were mostly embarrassing and strange, making it hard to choose...
"Dr. Fukuyama has already seen the last two. Even if deleted, they've been spread..." Conan hesitated.
"Ran and Sonoko both have the first two. They've also been spread." Chi Feichi reminded.
Conan was instantly speechless. Thinking about it, it was true. The embarrassment had already happened. It wouldn't be good if Mouri Ran saw the last two videos. The one looking at the corpse was okay; he often ran around crime scenes, so Mouri Ran was probably used to it. But the one with him laughing 'hehehe' was really demonic. "The one where I started laughing at the code today!"
"Okay." Chi Feichi pressed delete again.
Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about it, maybe Chi Feichi was just joking with him, and feeling he had tormented him enough, gave him compensation. He wasn't that much of a bastard. "Actually, it's nothing. I'll just take it as learning about various psychiatric testing methods. Maybe it'll be useful sometime in the future."
Click.
The door to the side opened, and Fukuyama Chiaki walked Kudo Yukiko out. "That's roughly the situation. I hope you pay more attention. Be sure to give the child correct guidance and spend more time with him. After all, he is still a child."
"I know. Thank you for your hard work, Doctor." Kudo Yukiko exchanged pleasantries with Fukuyama Chiaki and looked at Conan. "Conan, what are you looking at?"
Conan sweated. Bad, if his mom knew...
"Some videos I took of Conan." Chi Feichi had already spoken.
"Oh? Xin... uh, Conan's videos," Kudo Yukiko got excited and almost slipped up. Smiling with her disguised face, she leaned in. "What kind of videos?"
"Singing," Chi Feichi said. "And..."
Hearing about Conan singing, Kudo Yukiko was delighted. "Can you send them to me? We can't be with him often and want to know how he's doing usually..."
"No problem, Sister Fumiyo." Chi Feichi noted Kudo Yukiko's email address and sent the videos. "Ran and Sonoko have them too."
Conan: "..."
He was wrong. Chi Feichi is a bastard!
"Is that so?" Hearing Chi Feichi call her 'Sister', Kudo Yukiko smiled even more happily. "Mr. Chi is really too polite. Ah, right, it's getting late. Want to go eat together?"
Conan was speechless. Hey hey, this guy Chi Feichi is too cunning, actually saying the address his mom wanted to hear the most...
"No need, I'll eat back home." After refusing, Chi Feichi left first.
Kudo Yukiko held Conan's hand, smiling and whispering, "Then let's go eat too! I've already explained to Dr. Fukuyama. You pretended to have split personality because you wanted to care about Mr. Chi. And if Mr. Chi asks him, he will keep your diagnosis confidential..."
Conan breathed a sigh of relief. This was a good thing, patching up his story. "But I didn't expect you guys to really run back. Are you guys too free?"
"That's because we were worried about you," Kudo Yukiko whispered. "You have a lot bottled up inside. Don't stress too much..."
Conan: "..."
Wait! This comforting tone isn't quite right, is it?
Did Dr. Fukuyama say something else to his mom afterwards?
...
The next day.
Chi Shinnosuke, who hadn't been seen for a long time, returned.
In the morning, Chi Shinnosuke came home briefly, booked a flight to go abroad, and had Darcy take Chi Feichi to the new host family.
"Originally, Mr. Mikio from the Morizono family offered to let Young Master Feichi stay there," Darcy explained to Chi Feichi while driving. "But Young Master Kikuhito had an incident before the wedding and only recently got discharged. Their family still has a pile of things waiting to be handled, so the Boss refused."
"Mn." Chi Feichi responded. Probably Morizono Kikuhito also had to deal with bad rumors about the company. Morizono Mikio would definitely help his son, and Morizono Yurie had gone abroad. The Morizono family was likely busy recently.
"Dr. Fukuyama advised against having servants or the Boss's subordinates accompany you, to avoid being too constrained and unable to communicate normally with you," Darcy continued. "Although there's no need to deliberately choose a relative's home, we still need to find a harmonious and kind family."
Chi Feichi had nothing much to say. "It doesn't matter to me."
After some time, as his condition continued to improve, living alone probably wouldn't be a problem.
Before that, living anywhere was...
Darcy stopped the car, got out, and opened the door. "Here we are."
Chi Feichi got out of the car and looked up at the sign hanging on the clinic in front of him: 'Araide Clinic'. "..."
The surname Araide left a deep impression on him.
If he remembered correctly, a murder case was due to happen in the Araide family too...
What kind of devilish choice is his cheap dad making? Every family chosen will have an incident soon after. Is this to solidify his reputation of 'bringing bad luck wherever he goes'?