Conan: The Mechanic

At noon that day, Xiaolan's ward.

"Did any of you see the pastry I put on the table just now?" Chiba asked while putting on her latex gloves again. "I remember it was supposed to be on the table?"

"Isn't it all here?" Mitsuhiko looked at the pastry plates on the windowsill strangely.

"There's another plastic plate," Chiba gestured. "A sandwich in a plastic tray with more toppings than these."

"Are you saying that at first glance the one prepared for you?" Yuan Tai pouted. "What a gluttonous guy who puts so much stuff in his sandwiches!"

"How could it be for me!" Qian Yu frowned, staring at Yuan Tai. "You know by counting the cakes yourself. Except for the special edition, there is exactly one piece per person. How could that piece be for me?"

"It's not for yourself, who is it for?" Yuan Tai still didn't respond.

"It can't be..." Mitsuhiko and Ayumi's reactions were obviously much faster, even though Conan who was next to him had guessed the answer from the beginning, he still had the expression "Someone got into a big trouble" now.

"No," Qian Yu sighed. "Of course it's for Haiyuan - she should be able to come out today, so I wanted to prepare her a cake feast she likes, but the treatment progress was not satisfactory, so I asked Dr. Agasa to bring her along."

"I'm sorry, I ate it secretly." Just after Qianyu saw Yuan Tai's expression of hesitating to say something, and seemed to be planning to say something, Xiao Lan suddenly said a little apologetically. "I thought the biggest one was for me, and I didn't eat breakfast, so I was really hungry, so I secretly ate it. I'm sorry. But I think I still have some reserved ingredients left as a way to express my apology. , can I make it with you? I seem to remember how this thing was supposed to be made, maybe it could help."

Qian Yu looked at Xiao Lan in surprise, but after looking at Yuan Tai, who had the same astonished look on his face, she chose not to get to the bottom of it, but nodded directly. "Then... well. But you guys don't come near here any more - you can eat the pastries first, but don't stand guard in front of our crafting table, otherwise the amount we make will be equal to one minute later. Didn't do it."

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A few minutes later, the children and Conan had already started to try the cakes made by Chiyu, and they all gave them high praise. On the window sill of the ward, there were only Chiyu and Maurilan who were making cakes.

"That one just now was eaten by Yuan Tai, right?" Qian Yu said to Ma Lilan in a casual tone after shaping a small cake. "Don't look at me that way, I still have the most basic ability to distinguish, especially when I can see the cakes that are not licked off the corners of Yuan Tai's mouth and the oily hands that are not washed clean."

"..." After a moment of silence, Mao Lilan showed a somewhat surprised smile. "Yeah, but... In fact, it shouldn't be a bad thing to let me make cakes with you, right? At least it must be much faster than if you do it alone, or if you let him come with you."

"Even though that's the case, I always think it's going to be weird - even in terms of your character, Sister Xiao Lan, it's too... subtle?"

When Qianyu said such words, Xiaolan seemed to hesitate, and only asked her own question after a while.

"In fact, I've always wanted to ask you, in normal life, I... I mean, what did I look like before I lost my memory?"

"A big sister with a good temperament is like this?" Qian Yu replied after thinking about it.

"I'm not referring to these, but behaviors and the like," Mao Lilan gestured to Qianyu, what she wanted to ask was not such a thing. "What was my personality like before?"

"Sister Xiaolan, why do you want to ask these questions?" Qianyu's hand making the cakes slowed down. "As for this question, I think after you recover your memory, Sister Xiaolan, you should know it naturally, right?"

"But before restoring my memory, I think it's better to know these things in advance, isn't it?" Ma Lilan still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. "In this case, even if I haven't recovered my memory, I can temporarily know how to make you feel more comfortable when facing me, so that I won't feel like a stranger because I have lost my memory."

"..." Qianyu stopped kneading the cakes and looked at Mao Lilan's eyes that also turned around because he realized that his reaction was a little big.

"Why do you want me to tell Sister Xiaolan what your character used to be like?" Qianyu asked softly. "No, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I dislike telling Sister Xiaolan that your answer is too troublesome, but because... Why does Sister Xiaolan need to dress up as I say you are?"

"Because that's me~www.readwn.com~Maolilan replied in a natural tone. "The me now, is it me?" Or, is it [Maolilan]? It's just an identityless person who has no origin and no end and is separated from the identity trajectory of [Maolilan] because of the loss of his memory. I just want to get back the me I used to be, the me who should be in this world. "

"However, if Sister Xiaolan, you act according to the character I told you about you, are you really you?" Qian Yu sighed. "In that case, in a sense, what's the difference between you and a puppet doll who obeys others' words and doesn't have anything of their own? What do I say, maybe sister Xiaolan, you really take it as your own and part of being born, and doing it—even if it might not be true.”

"But you won't lie to me, will you?" Maurilan didn't seem to be worried about this. "And as long as I restore my memory, I will fix it myself, don't worry."

"It's not about whether I lied to you or not, Sister Xiaolan." Qianyu glanced at it and seemed to have realized that there was something wrong with Conan here. "In any case, it's impossible for me to reproduce the real you - I'm not Sister Xiaolan after all. As for where the real you are... To be honest, I think what you're showing unconsciously now, Sister Xiaolan, is You yourself. You don't need to ask anything from us, and that's a way to scramble the parts of yourself that you don't remember to be unreal..."

"You just have to follow yourself, go with your heart, and move with your nature. I believe that you will soon repaint your heart with your own, unique and fully authentic colors."