Conan: The Mechanic

About 30 minutes later, Gregory sat in front of the chair, glanced at the pile of clothes on the table in front, and turned to his friend.

"Don't bother me, understand?" Gregory said to Wilson. "I called you here just to prevent my cardiac arrest, and as long as I'm alive, don't disturb me - whatever happens to me - okay?"

"But as long as there's something wrong with your data," wilson glanced at the machine to which the tubes Gregory had attached to him. "I will stop your behavior."

"That's it," Gregory nodded, stuffing a tablet into his mouth. "Then I..."

"Did you eat too fast?" Wilson frowned. "You've never taken Vicodin so often before."

"Normal speed, don't worry too much about it—" Saying this, Gregory buried his head in the pile of clothes in front of him and took a deep breath.

In an instant, the surrounding scene changed dramatically, and Gregory found himself on a bus with no passengers.

"Uh," Gregory looked at the surrounding scene, and then looked at the driver driving in front. "I don't remember getting into an empty car."

"Because this is not a memory, but your hallucination." The driver turned his head and said unceremoniously.

"Don't you think you should concentrate on driving?" Gregory said as he walked towards him.

"It's just an illusion anyway, what should I care about?" the driver asked back. "Look at yourself, you can walk so steadily without using a cane. Of course, this is just your illusion, and I'm just a mission you imagined. The information you observed about me is also false."

"Okay," Gregory nodded. "Maybe it's a hallucination caused by my Vicodin taking too much. Next time I need to change to another painkiller."

"It's better that it's really such a cheap thing," the driver said in a rather unhappy tone. "Because if it wasn't that you had hallucinations after taking too much medicine, then you had a concussion."

"Okay, let's not ask, do you have any symptoms like epilepsy?" Gregory said with a pouted lip.

"The problem is not a concussion, but cerebral palsy," the driver rolled his eyes. "When the brain is excited to that virtue, who has time to remember what? You might as well consider whether there may be a sudden Parkinson's driving accident. If it is Parkinson's, you may have been in the previous Preliminary symptoms such as small strides with forward leaning were observed..."

"You are the driver, sitting in the driver's seat. How could I have the opportunity to see how you walk? You might as well talk about other possibilities—"

"Also, my head is starting to hurt." The driver suddenly interrupted the topic of Parkinson.

"Is this a clue to recall?" Gregory frowned.

"I repeat, I am your hallucination," the driver let go of the steering wheel and cocked his legs. "I'm having a headache, which means something's wrong with your head - why aren't you getting checked out, why are you continuing to risk your life here?"

"He won't do this," at this moment, a strange female voice who was inexplicably attracted to Gregory rang out. "Because the essence of hallucination is that the injured brain wants to pick up the previous work and solve the previous problem."

The passengers on the bus all showed up at some point, and the girl who just spoke was out of tune with the others—if Gregory had to list another reason why Hotaru had to join his assistant team, it would be Because Ying was so similar to the girl he saw now, it was almost carved out of a mold.

"Who are you?" Gregory put down the driver and walked towards the girl. "I don't think you should be in the car—crowding on the bus in such expensive clothes?"

"Yeah, I shouldn't be here," the girl sat on the seat, looking at Gregory with her arms crossed. "Then there must be some special reason for me to be here?"

"So, why?" Gregory was about to continue to ask, but found that everything in front of him was blurred - then, a hand clapped on his shoulder, and the picture beside him returned. into reality.

"Your ears are bleeding," Wilson said solemnly to Gregory. "There must be something wrong with your brain, you need to do an MRI."

"Well, by the way..." Gregory was about to ask something, but suddenly stopped. "Forget it, let's go check it out."

……

NMR room.

"You have swelling in the area of ​​the temporal lobe that is responsible for recent memory, and I think that's why you have poor memory," Wilson said, looking at the immediate image. "Also, what did you want to ask me just now?"

"It's nothing," Gregory replied succinctly. "It has nothing to do with this incident."

"You're lying," Wilson responded to Gregory quite generously. "When you say nothing, it means you... don't want to tell me about it, what are you hiding?"

"I just had a whim and wanted to see your girlfriend naked, now you can understand why I don't want to talk to you?" Gregor used such words to perfunctory.

"You...you want to see naked women all over the world, isn't this nonsense, if it's really just this~www.readwn.com~ What can't you tell me?" Wilson just had a subtle expression, like this Continue to question.

"I thought you were the kind of normal person who would be upset by your best friend's **** for your girlfriend's nakedness. Could it be that I guessed wrong?" Gregory asked rhetorically.

"You treat all women on earth with a virtue, why should I be frustrated because you treat her the same way?" Wilson asked rhetorically. "Tell me, what the **** are you doing... er, it's a little bad."

"Did you see anything?" Gregory responded quickly.

"I see, and it's not good."

……

"You have a fracture near your temporal bone," Wilson said to Gregory, holding the result sheet. "You need to rest immediately."

"I can't rest for the time being," Gregory resisted strongly. "That driver is not the one I need to follow, I need to follow the one I didn't find."

"All the patients have been taken in and treated, your concern is meaningless." Wilson frowned. "You threw away the driver you were working on for someone who was already treated? If you just want incurable diseases, we have so many every day, and you always take the big ones out of them. Throw away some of the ones you don't think are cool enough... and you've never risked your life for a patient before, so how do you feel like a daredevil captain now?"

"I don't know," Gregory shook his head after hesitating for a moment. "Seriously, I don't know, but I always feel that I need to study this problem, otherwise bad things will happen... In this way, arrange a water tank room for me, and I will try again."