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Ran Mouri scratched the back of her head as she explained.
Goodness, they're hospitalized one after the other, are they going to become brothers in misfortune?
Sano scratched his face: "So, is something the matter?"
Tsk, this guy, he came to see me with good intentions, why is he acting like he doesn't care?
Conan clicked his tongue in annoyance, but when Ran Mouri turned her gaze, he immediately took a deep breath: "Ouch, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet. Sis, where is the toilet? I don't know the way, can you take me there? Oh dear, hurry, hurry, I need to pee..."
Sano stared blankly as Conan pulled the nurse away with a series of actions. What was going on? Why was this kid deliberately leading the nurse away? Could it be...?
Trying to "escape" yourself, right?
It can't be that serious, can it?
Before Sano could think further, Ran Mouri suddenly lifted her clothes, revealing a pile of snacks and drinks: "Quick, quick, while the nurse isn't here, senpai, take these to your room. I didn't buy you any cigarettes, so it's a good opportunity to quit."
Sano subconsciously accepted the pile of things as instructed, and upon realizing what had happened, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
"You bought this especially for me?"
"Yes, because I heard that these things are not allowed inside."
Ran Mouri scratched the back of her head and grinned foolishly.
...Wow, although I don't need to worry about this kind of need right now, I have a vague feeling that there is holy light emanating from Ran Mouri's back.
It's a bit dazzling.
"Then I'll be going now, senior. Conan and I will come to see Dad every day from now on. If you need anything else, just let us know."
"Ah."
Sano leaned against the iron gate and waved goodbye to Ran Mouri.
On his way back to his ward, he ran into the mentally ill man who specialized in "smuggling" goods for the patients.
Looking at the pile of goods in Sano's arms, the patient's eyes widened and he asked, "Holy crap, Master, where did you get so many good things? I went through so much trouble to get even a little bit. You're amazing!"
"Ah, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
Sano waved his hand and went back to his room.
……
The next day, Sano received a phone call from Gin.
"How did the follow-up visit go?"
Sano held his phone between his neck and shoulder, operating the game controller with one hand while stuffing potato chips into his mouth with the other: "It's alright, the doctor said I'm recovering well."
"Well, in that case, let's do a mission tonight..."
"I can't go."
Before Gin could finish speaking, Sano refused.
"……what?"
Gin clearly hadn't expected to be rejected, and rejected so decisively at that.
This is not in line with Sano's usual style.
What happened to the performance demon? How come he's already slacking off after just a day or two?
I told them I couldn't go.
Sano repeated it upon hearing this.
"reason."
Gin's voice grew colder and colder.
"I'm at the hospital."
Sano explained his reasons.
Explain clearly.
"He's in the hospital and can't get out."
Are you hospitalized?
Gin frowned slightly: "You're injured?"
"No, it's just... well, I've got a problem with my brain. The doctor said I have a mental illness, so I'm currently hospitalized in the psychiatric ward."
Chapter 205, Room 204: Everyone here is talented, and they all speak so well…
...What the heck?
Seeking a psychologist and being admitted to the psychiatric ward?
Hearing Sano's voice on the phone, Gin felt his brain freeze for the first time, so much so that he forgot to speak for a moment.
"……Hey?"
Sano waited a few seconds without getting a reply, then called out again without response, and finally hung up the phone.
So when Gin came to his senses, all he could see was the hang-up screen.
Gin: "..."
Vodka, standing nearby, cautiously looked at his older brother: "Brother, is there a problem with Rye?"
Gin glanced at the vodka and suddenly remembered that if it weren't for the other party, he would never have let Sano go for a follow-up visit.
If Sano hadn't gone for a follow-up appointment, he wouldn't have been diagnosed with mental illness. If he hadn't been diagnosed with mental illness, he wouldn't have been hospitalized. If he hadn't been hospitalized, he wouldn't have had no time to do his missions...
No, no, that's not how you say it.
If it weren't for Vodka's suggestion, Sano's mental illness might never have been discovered. And if the problem wasn't discovered, how would it be dealt with?
This matter should be considered a good thing...
Gin's train of thought suddenly paused as he realized a crucial problem—
Is it really possible to cure Sano?
If it can't be cured, what will happen in the future...?
Gin frowned and looked at Vodka: "Contact the intelligence team immediately and have them gather information on the world's best psychiatrists."
"Ah? Oh..."
Vodka agreed inexplicably, but then realized something was wrong.
Why would my older brother need to see a psychiatrist for no reason?
That phone call just now seemed to be to Sano, but he didn't go to see a psychiatrist...
Suddenly, Vodka keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Could it be that Sano has been diagnosed with a mental illness?!
That seems to make sense now. No wonder that guy's behavior was so crazy. It wasn't just a psychological problem; he was a complete madman!
Vodka suddenly realized.
Perhaps it's because I've been spending so much time with Sano that I've developed detective skills. If this were before, I probably wouldn't have figured it out so quickly...
Vodka's thoughts suddenly went blank, and cold sweat began to pour down his back—Sano had been diagnosed with a mental illness, so wasn't he in even greater danger?
...Leaving aside the fact that the other party has gotten into such big trouble because of my suggestion, it's already been confirmed that the other party is a complete madman.
What the hell is there that Sano can't do?
What if this guy breaks out of the mental ward tonight, rushes right up to me, and stabs me?
Even though the morning sun had just risen, Vodka felt a chill rise from his back and instinctively moved closer to Gin beside him.
……
Mihana General Hospital.
Sano was staring blankly at the patient at the end of the corridor, who was alone, staring at the chessboard.
"Master, are you curious about him?"
Ito Taka walked over and sat down next to Sano.
"what?"
Sano snapped out of his daze and glanced at Ito Taka, the very same guy who had been the first to ask to become an apprentice yesterday and who had taken on the role of the "smuggling network" in this heavily affected area.
She looked to be in her early twenties, very young, and very outgoing. She was the cheerful type. I don't know how... um, she got in.
"He was once the number one professional Go player in our country. Later, he became obsessed with Go and often fantasized about someone sitting opposite him playing Go."
Ito Taka then introduced the patient's identity.
"The number one professional Go player?"
Sano was just spacing out and didn't care where the man came from, but he was surprised when Ito Taka said that.
To break through the ranks of so many Go players in a country, stand out from the crowd, and reach the pinnacle, it's impossible to say that one doesn't have some skill.
It seems that one cannot truly live without being obsessed.
Or is it true that there is only a fine line between a madman and a genius?
After marveling at it, Sano looked at Ito Taka and asked, "Besides this Go master, do we have any other impressive figures here?"
"Of course there are."
Ito Taka pointed to the door next to the Go master: "The person locked in that ward used to be the most ruthless person in the Japanese yakuza world. But after his whole family was killed, he took a knife and killed hundreds of people. Later, he was diagnosed with mental illness and has been locked up here ever since."
There really is one?
And it's this awesome?
Sano looked at the second person with surprise, following Ito Taka's finger.
"That bespectacled guy over there reading a book, he's not dangerous, but he's attempted suicide twice. I heard he's a hacking expert."
hacker?