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Chapter 235 Desire is too low

Xiaolan sat in the back seat to steady the unconscious Chitake, while Conan sat in the passenger seat and looked back worriedly from time to time.

Xiaolan held Qianzhu's face and her fingertips touched his nose. She was frightened by his weak breathing and became even more worried and anxious.

I don’t know when it started, but they have already treated the lonely Qianzhu as a family member.

At this moment, they were more anxious than 01 when this situation suddenly happened.

It took time to arrive at the hospital, and Qianzhu was rushed to the emergency room.

Qian Zhu had no idea what the situation was like outside. He only knew that he seemed to have come to an illusory, dark space.

He seemed to be standing alone in the center of the world, and the only figure he could see was his reflection.

Qianzhu looked indifferent, without any disturbance in his heart.

Anyway...

His world was originally dark.

Qianzhu lowered his eyes, without even the slightest thought of struggling to leave.

Emergency room.

The doctor's anxious voice sounded.

"Oh no! The patient's heartbeat is gradually weakening!"

"The patient's desire to survive is too low!"

The hospital was filled with low sorrow and silent prayers.

Far away in safe house No. 3, Bertrand paused, his heart skipped a beat, and the pain gradually spread throughout his body. A trace of pain appeared on his fair, tender baby face.

Seeing his strange behavior, the people in the safe house were stunned for a moment, and then Vermouth asked slowly, "Sweetheart? What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Bertrand looked at her and then suddenly fainted.

Vermouth was so frightened that her face changed drastically. She reached out to catch him and shouted at Gin: "Hurry up! Call Sekt!"

Gin looked at her unhappily, but quickly made a phone call and asked someone to bring Sektra over.

In the silent dark space, the calm Qianzhu suddenly raised his eyes slightly, and a little light appeared in his empty and distracted eyes.

He whispered softly.

"..."

"No one can do that, not even if you are the world consciousness..."

He suddenly raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek, his head slightly tilted, and a smile exactly the same as Kurosawa's appeared on his slightly pale face.

He whispered again, with a hint of wicked excitement.

"If you keep doing this, I will destroy all the main characters."

The dark space suddenly shattered, but what came in from the outside was not light, but the still shining dark night.

The boy's figure gradually disappeared from here.

The heart rate in the emergency room returned to normal. The doctor who was rescuing him was delighted and his methodical movements gradually became faster.

With a light cough, the unconscious boy gradually regained consciousness.

Although he only opened his eyes and took a quick look before falling into coma again, all the medical staff present breathed a sigh of relief.

After about a few hours, the boy was pushed out of the emergency room and transferred to the general ward.

When he woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.

Qianzhu opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with somewhat dazed eyes. The smell of disinfectant lingering around his nose gradually brought him back to consciousness.

The lingering itchiness in his throat made him cough lightly.

It successfully attracted the attention of several people who were quietly standing nearby.

Xiaolan held his hand in surprise, tears welling up in her eyes again, "Qianzhu! That's great, you finally woke up..."