Conan: Ran turns into an elementary school student and calls me dad.

Chapter 138 Don't move, let me do it

"If I die, won't your secret be preserved?" Lin Xiuyi asked her deliberately.

No sooner had he finished speaking than his foot was stomped hard.

Vermouth was enraged and stomped on him hard without any mercy.

"I regret it! I don't want you to die now, and I don't want you to die! Are you satisfied now?"

"Hmm, I'm satisfied." Lin Xiuyi nodded with a grin, as if the pain in his foot didn't exist at all.

"Then let go!" Vermouth cursed angrily, her eyes red-rimmed.

She thought Lin Xiuyi had hurt himself to stop her from making the phone call.

She thought he was trying to force her to give up that crazy idea through this extreme method.

As she watched the bed sheet pressed against Lin Xiuyi's wrist gradually become stained red with blood, the red growing deeper and more glaring, Vermouth felt a mix of emotions.

Seeing that force was ineffective, she immediately changed her expression.

"Shuichi..." The witch's voice softened, tinged with a pleading tone, "Stop fooling around, let's go to the hospital, okay?"

"Hehe." Lin Xiu chuckled. "If you had spoken to me like that just now, I wouldn't have had to do all this."

"Shuichi, I was wrong!" Vermouth apologized with a wry smile. "Please don't go crazy anymore, okay?"

"Chris, I'm not crazy." Lin Xiuyi looked at her, his gaze gentle and earnest. "I just want you to know..."

"You're not the only monster in this world."

Vermouth was stunned.

She stared at him blankly, her watery green eyes filled with confusion.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's almost time." Lin Xiuyi didn't answer directly, but instead reached out to wipe away the tears on her face.

Then, he forcibly pried open Vermouth's hand that was holding his wrist and removed the sheet that was stained with large patches of blood.

"Look..."

He held his wrist out in front of Vermouth.

Vermouth's gaze fell on his wrist, and then her eyes widened!

That delicate face was filled with incredulous surprise.

"How...how is this possible?"

She stared intently at Lin Xiuyi's wrist, as if trying to bore a hole through it.

Although the deep wound from before is still slowly oozing thin strands of blood, it is no longer a serious problem.

Most incredibly, the edges of the cut were already beginning to scab over.

Dark red scabs covered the wound, as if the healing process, which should have taken hours, had been completed in minutes.

"What exactly happened?"

The witch raised her head, her gaze shifting back and forth between Lin Xiuyi's face and wrist.

"Why did your wound heal so quickly?"

It's no wonder she was so surprised. She had seen Lin Xiuyi cut her wrist with a dagger with her own eyes, and she could clearly see how deep the wound was.

It was precisely because it was so deep that she was in such a hurry just now.

"It won't be long."

Lin Xiuyi withdrew her hand and glanced at the wound on her wrist.

"In at most another half hour, the wound on my wrist will be completely healed."

He reached out and put his arm around Vermouth's slender waist, pulling her closer to him.

Their foreheads touched, and their noses almost bumped together.

Lin Xiuyi could feel her slightly rapid breathing due to surprise, and her warm breath brushed against his face, carrying a faint fragrance.

He stared into those light green eyes so close to his own, and asked with a smile:

"How about it? Compared to your merely ageless appearance, I should be considered the real monster, right?"

Vermouth stared at him blankly for a moment, then asked in a trembling voice, "What exactly happened?"

"Actually, I don't know either." Lin Xiuyi shook his head. "Perhaps I've had this ability since I was born."

He meant that after he transmigrated to this world, his body gained the ability to recover quickly.

But Vermouth thought he was saying that he had this ability since birth.

"Remember this?" Lin Xiuyi lifted his shirt, revealing the scar on his chest.

The scar across his chest, though many years have passed, is still clearly visible.

Vermouth had touched the scar countless times, and every time she asked him, he would simply say that it was an injury he sustained when he was young.

"I told you before, this is a gunshot wound," Lin Xiuyi said calmly. "But there's something else I haven't told you."

"Although I was shot in the chest, I was out of the hospital in less than a week, still full of energy."

Vermouth's brow furrowed slightly.

She did recall that such a thing had happened.

At the time, she kept asking Lin Xiuyi why he was injured and why he was shot, but she never thought that the healing process behind it was the biggest secret.

The two locked eyes.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of their breathing mingling together.

Vermouth gradually calmed down from the unease of her secret being discovered.

Her taut body seemed to have all its strength drained away; she slumped weakly against Lin Xiuyi's chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

The witch's expression was complex; her delicate face was filled with emotions that defied description.

She had speculated on all sorts of possible reactions from Lin Xiuyi after her secret was revealed.

Anger, disgust, fear, alienation... she had considered countless possibilities, but she never expected this scene.

"So, is the injury on your wrist really healed?" Vermouth suddenly asked softly.

"Yes, it's already scabbed over." Lin Xiuyi looked down at her wrist. "As long as you don't do strenuous exercise for a while, it'll be fine."

"Then don't move."

Vermouth raised her head, and a strange flame burned in her watery green eyes.

She leaned close to Lin Xiuyi's ear, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, and whispered a few words.

"Hey, Chris." Lin Xiuyi's body stiffened slightly. "And Eri, where is she...?"

He wanted to stop the witch, but Vermouth, whose emotions had just gone through ups and downs and whose mind had been stimulated like a roller coaster, had already made up her mind.

Now is the time to put aside all other worries and indulge yourself.

Those secrets, those fears, that despair, we'll talk about them later.

Right now, this is all she wants.

……

Room 301 was pitch black.

Eri Kisaki sat alone in a chair, her headphones still on, but no sound had been coming out of them for a long time.

She didn't know whether the listening device was broken or the two people had already left the next room.

She waited anxiously in the darkness, her eyes frequently glancing towards the doorway.

Vermouth said she would let her go before she left, but can you trust what that woman says?