Conan: The Mechanic

Gregory took an early leave of absence from work - although strictly speaking, he has no mandatory working hours, he just needs to solve the cases assigned to him and go to work when the Metropolitan Police needs him.

As for why he left work early, it was because what happened brought back bad memories for him.

………………

1993, New Jersey.

Lights, music, this is the only signal Gregory can receive.

The next second, the figure of the lingerie girl who was relying on a steel pole to show her graceful dancing in front of him was brought into consciousness.

[Striptease shop? When did you come in for a walk...]

"Do you like it?" The stripper said, seemingly satisfied with Gregory's blurry eyes.

"I..." Gregory hadn't woken up yet, he just answered the question casually. "I have no idea……"

"Don't you know, my darling?" The girl raised her eyebrows, turned around, and twisted her waist. "Look at my **** and answer."

Gregory looked at the girl's face and seemed to be trying to remember something. "I……"

This is, he noticed the smell of alcohol in his mouth. "When did I drink? How much?"

"The Scotch whisky you asked for hasn't come yet," the girl replied in a very seductive tone, continuing her performance. "Don't worry, the best wine will be the best after waiting."

"That means I have been drinking before I came," Gregory glanced at his watch. "8:50... I remember that I was still at work at the last moment, and there are at least three hours and fifty minutes of memory blank... Hey, you say five words."

"What do you mean?" The girl raised her eyebrows.

"It's only four words (whatdoyoumean)," Gregory said with dissatisfaction. "The ability to say five completely random words is one of the criteria for diagnosing memory impairment, so I asked you to help me."

"Are you all right?" the girl asked curiously.

"Try to find out," Gregory urged. "Come on, just say five words."

"Banknotes, Wonderland, Hotel, Condom, Dream Moment~" After thinking about it, the girl gently spit out these words (group)

"Bills, wonderland..." Gregory tried to recall these words, but found his brain was in chaos. "Well, either I'm drinking too much, or I have a memory..."

The words stopped after his hand holding his head touched something wet.

"Oh baby, what is this," the girl was also taken aback. "Whose wine glass did you hit?"

"This is... can you see the wound on my head?" Gregory stared at the blood at the end of his finger. "If there's no wound, it's someone else—"

"There are several wounds, baby," the girl looked a little nervous. "Are you okay? It doesn't look good!"

"That may be retrograde amnesia caused by a concussion," Gregory immediately began to search his body, but found that his keys and wallet were gone. "I might have been sacked by the looters or something."

"No, at least you gave me $20 after you came in," the girl smiled and denied Gregory's guess. "I think I should take you to the hospital. I seem to have heard them say that there was a car accident outside, and a bus overturned. You didn't come to us after you got out like a nobody, right? But since you are now I can still think about it, I think it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

"Send me to the Princeton Demonstration Hospital, where I need to be treated." Gregory shook his head. "And I just...remembered a certain feeling."

"Seeing the feeling of some kind of bad medical condition, the crash in the car accident might not even be the worst problem, but someone in that car is going to die."

……

"Why should you care about this?" Gregory's friend and colleague asked, looking at Gregory who was being stitched by the medical staff. "You got involved in a car accident, got a concussion, and all you need now is rest!"

"Come on, wilson," Gregory didn't pay much attention to his injury. "Seriously, why are you rushing over now? That guy in your family will come to my department at work tomorrow to disgust me."

"Amber probably went out to buy something, so I didn't see her when I got home, and then when I heard something happened to you, I came to see your condition." Wilson frowned. "Do you want me to take you home for a good night's sleep?"

"We can wait for this matter," Gregory waved his hand. "I must have seen something bad, and at this time there happened to be a car accident. Don't you think it's a bit too coincidental?"

"Ask (Gregory's last name), what do you mean?" Wilson frowned.

"Is the driver still here?" Gregory asked after confirming that the medical staff had sutured his wound. "If the person with symptoms was the driver, and his illness caused the accident..."

"Not all patients were sent to us, but I think I should be able to help you find out if anyone is wearing a doctor's uniform," Wilson nodded. "give me some more time."

Three minutes later ~www.readwn.com~ Gregory arrived at the driver who was being treated in the same emergency room.

"What's the matter with your body?" Gregory looked at the driver and asked. "Abnormal or something."

"As you can see, I have wounds all over my body," said the driver, lying on the hospital bed, breathless. "Is there anything unusual?"

"Look, at least your mouth is normal," Gregory glared at him. "And what I'm talking about is obviously before the crash, was there anything unusual, like a seizure or something? If it did, it could affect your driving."

"No, I have no history of epilepsy," the driver shook his head. "It's just that the garbage truck violated traffic regulations and suddenly hit it from the side, otherwise it would never have been a car accident."

"Don't talk too much, it's very likely that your body has pre-symptoms of epilepsy, and then this abnormal condition was discovered by me," Gregory said, turning his eyes to Wilson. "Let him stay in the hospital for observation and check his body carefully. Anyway, doesn't he have medical insurance?"

"Are you sure he has any symptoms that you discovered before the crash?" Wilson reminded. "Although I don't think he might mind doing some checks, is it really possible that you wouldn't stop him immediately after finding out that his limbs were abnormal?"

"..." Gregory was silent, but in the end he could only agree with Wilson's idea. "Okay, anyway..."

"Wait a minute," this time it was the driver who interrupted their conversation. "My legs... I can't seem to move!"

"Well," Gregory frowned, then looked at Wilson with an exaggerated facial expression. "I think it's necessary for him to undergo some serious scrutiny now, what do you think?"