Conan: Eu Não Sou Doido

A gentle breeze stirred the branches, mottled light and shadow dancing across the ground. A handsome young man sat on the bench beneath the tree, while a little girl stood behind the iron gate beside it. Their eyes met.

The sunlight was bright, grass swayed in the wind, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

In the next second, the idyllic scene was shattered completely.

“The god will descend on the night of the full moon and punish you ignorant fools!” A man wearing slippers and hospital clothes ran past from behind.

A group of nurses and doctors followed after him.

“Hurry! Hurry!”

“Stop him!”

Nearby, a sickly, thin teenager sat on the ground hugging his knees, indifferent to everything around him.

Chi Feichi glanced down at the small ball that had rolled to his feet, bent to pick it up, and stood, walking toward the iron gate.

The nurse by the bench hurried to follow him, her eyes wary and guarded.

Reaching the gate, Chi Feichi crouched and passed the ball through the bars. “Here.”

Outside the gate, the little girl, perhaps frightened by the earlier commotion or perhaps just unsettled by Chi Feichi’s expressionless face, took the ball in a daze.

Chi Feichi stood, ready to leave.

“Wait, wait!” the girl called out. “Thank you, big brother! My name is Ayumi Yoshida. What’s your name?”

Chi Feichi paused, turning to study the girl.

Six or seven years old, a tidy bob haircut, yellow headband, pink sweater, a pair of large expectant eyes gazing up at him.

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