Chapter 299 Painter
Before, Huiyuan Ai, who was watching the back of Miss Hinata leaving, once said...

“Whenever life and death separate, the living will inherit the pain of the dead and continue to live.”

And now...

Ze Yu smiled softly and whispered to Huiyuan Ai: "When death separates people, the living will not only inherit the pain of the dead, but also the hope of the dead."

"To inherit pain and hope together, and to survive stronger than ever before, that is what humanity is."

"Hmm..." Huibara Ai blinked thoughtfully, her eyes flickering.

Inspector Megure took Miss Hinata away. After this incident, President Nagato and the others were no longer in the mood to continue entertaining guests.

Uncle Maori, Ze Yu and others were also very tactful and said goodbye on their own initiative. They left here after being seen off by the president and others.

Up to this point, the events of the Nagato family...

It's over.

.........

a few days later.

Tokyo, on an empty lot.

Several friends from the Junior Detective League were playing baseball in the open space, but Sawaha and Haibara Ai did not join in.

The reason why Ze Yu did not participate was very simple, because for someone like him, once he got involved, it would definitely be boring.

It's like a PhD trying to do kindergarten problems, he completely blew everyone away.

How can others play then?
Ze Yu did not participate, and neither did Haibara Ai. They sat aside and watched their friends' performance quietly.

"Why do you have time to play baseball here but no time to play football?" Conan rolled his dead eyes helplessly and complained.

On the grass nearby, there was a sloppy-looking painter sitting on the ground. He was wearing a hat and had a long beard. His fingers holding the pen were waving constantly, and he was drawing something on the album.

boom!
At this time, Yuantai hit a baseball and hit the innocent painter, knocking the paint and painting album in his hands to the ground.

"Ouch!" After being attacked, the painter rolled on the ground with his head a little fuzzy.

"Uncle! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!" Conan immediately ran over and said apologetically.

However, when he saw the painter's face, he suddenly felt that he looked familiar, and couldn't help but ask, "What? Uncle, aren't you the one who was kicked out of the art gallery a few days ago..."

"Hmm?" The painter raised his head and responded a little foolishly, looking like he wasn't very smart.

Conan picked up his sketchbook and kept flipping through it. As he read, he asked, "Why do you keep drawing these repetitive scenes?"

There are many identical pictures in this album. A normal painter would not paint the same picture dozens of times.

"Why draw the same pattern? I don't know..." The painter lowered his head.

At this time, other people also ran over, and Yuan Tai asked worriedly: "Uncle, are you hurt?"

"Should we call an ambulance?" Mitsuhiko said anxiously.

Hiroki observed the painter and frowned in confusion: "Something is wrong..."

This guy looks so wrong.

"Who am I? Who am I? What am I doing? Where am I?" The painter was a little confused and uttered a series of questions.

"Why did I forget even my own name? Where is my home?" The painter held his head in pain, looking extremely distressed.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned. Ayumi said with worry and fear: "Could he have lost his memory?"

"Did I harm him? Did my baseball hit him and caused him to lose his memory?" Yuantai pointed at his own face, very panicked.

"It's not you. The baseball didn't hit his head, so it's impossible for him to lose his memory!" Conan said seriously.

"Ah! My head hurts so much!"

The painter suddenly screamed loudly, became very crazy, rolled over with his head in his hands, and finally fell into a coma.

"Uncle, are you okay?"………

After a while.

The unconscious painter was sent to the hospital. According to the doctor's diagnosis, the painter had obviously lost his memory.

The reason why he had a headache and became unconscious was because of the symptoms caused by forcing himself to recall the past.

Because the painter's identity is unknown, the doctor also notified the police, and Officer Megure and his team will be arriving soon.

Everyone was standing in the corridor, and Ze Yu suddenly looked towards the painter's ward, which caught the attention of Huibara Ai.

"Xiao Yu, what's wrong?" asked Huibara Ai.

"Nothing." There was a gleam in Ze Yu's eyes, and he retracted his gaze and returned to normal.

At this time, in the ward...

The painter suddenly opened his eyes, and then he ran away.

It was almost dusk when the doctor discovered what had happened and he immediately sent a nurse to look for the painter who had disappeared without permission.

Conan and others were also notified by the doctor.

Ze Yu stood at the door of the hospital, his eyes fixed, looking towards the place where the painter left.

.........

The next day, at noon...

The Hayase family.

"I'm back." The painter, whose memory had been restored, opened the door of his home and walked in.

"you……"

Inside the room, the woman sitting on the sofa was horrified and looked at the returning man in disbelief.

"What? Have you forgotten me after not seeing each other for a year?" The man looked at his wife and said with a smile.

"How could that be? I've been waiting for you to come home..." The woman's eyes flickered and she said perfunctorily.

Damn, why is this guy back?
The woman thought silently in her heart.

The man walked into the house and looked at everything in the house, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Time changes everything. After a year, even his extremely familiar home, which he had depicted countless times when he had lost his memory, became a little strange.

The painter approached the painting hanging on the wall, observed it carefully, and even touched it.

This painting was not painted by him, but was bought by him before he lost his memory. It is worth a lot of money and has been hanging in his home.

Perhaps it is because this painting is very valuable. Even though the furniture in the house has been moved, the painting is still here. Maybe it is because the hostess can't bear to throw it away?

"Come, have some snacks and coffee."

The hostess smiled and placed dessert and coffee on the table, and the painter ate them without hesitation.

I guess even he himself didn't expect that his wife, whom he hadn't seen for a year, actually put sleeping pills in his coffee.

After drinking the coffee, the painter sat on the sofa and gradually fell asleep.

The hostess held a rope in her hand and approached the painter, standing behind him.

With a gloomy face, she raised the rope and prepared to wrap it around the man's neck and strangle him to death.

at this time……

A strange voice suddenly sounded.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)