Chapter 1

A gentle breeze stirred the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows that swayed.

A handsome young man sat on a bench under a tree, while a little girl stood behind an iron gate beside the tree, their eyes meeting.

The sun was bright, the wind blew, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The next second, the idyllic scene was completely shattered.

"A god will descend on the night of the full moon to punish you ignorant fools!" A man in slippers and a hospital gown ran past from behind.

A group of nurses and doctors followed.

"Quick! Quick!"

"Stop him!"

Beside them, a listless, emaciated teenager sat on the ground, knees hugged to his chest, indifferent to everything around him.

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

A nurse standing by the bench hurried over, her eyes filled with a hint of caution and wariness.

When he reached the iron gate, Chi Feichi squatted down and passed the ball through the bars, "Here."

Outside the iron gate, the little girl, perhaps frightened by the earlier commotion or perhaps uncomfortable with Chi Feichi's expressionless face, took the ball in a daze.

Chi Feichi stood up, ready to leave.

"Wait, wait!" the little girl said hurriedly, "Thank you, big brother! My name is Fumi, Yoshida Fumi. What's your name?"

Chi Feichi stopped, turning to look at the girl.

She was about six or seven years old, with a well-behaved short haircut, a yellow headband, and a pink sweater, her big eyes looking at him expectantly.

In this two-dimensional world, she was quite a cute little girl.

The key was... Yoshida Fumi?

This name, combined with the chaotic timeline, made Chi Feichi feel a bit exasperated.

Had he been transported to the world of "Detective Conan"?

A month ago, he was surprised to find that he, who was supposed to be dead, had been transported into the body of a Japanese college student.

With the same name, Chi Feichi.

The same age, twenty.

If it weren't for the unfamiliar face and family, he would have almost thought he had come back to life.

In his previous life, he had only heard that the surname Chi was widely distributed in China, Japan, Korea, Italy, and Malaysia. This life was a cross-border acquaintance...

But he would rather not have met!

When he was transported, the original consciousness of the body still existed!

The two would alternate control of the body every three to four hours, with the other falling into a deep sleep.

On the second day of his arrival, he was sent to a psychiatric ward.

Dissociative identity disorder was the basic diagnosis.

Moreover, from his perspective, there was something wrong with the time. Yesterday was Saturday, but today was still Saturday?

But from the doctors' and others' perspectives, it was he who had the problem, a complication of dissociative identity disorder—time perception disorder!

During this period, he began to doubt whether he had a problem.

It was only now that he realized this was the world of Conan, with its chaotic time... He had a comment, but he wasn't sure if it was appropriate to say it!

Worse still, after being transported, he could occasionally hear the voices of animals and plants. Without inheriting any memories, he had no real feelings for this world or his family. He didn't know the test results, but from the serious expression of the doctor, he could guess they were terrible.

Moreover, the original consciousness had depression and had attempted suicide twice.

Yes, he needed to be hospitalized, with first-level care.

First-level care meant:

Having a dedicated ward, activities must not leave the nurses' sight...

In the first week, activities were mainly within the intensive care unit, and going outside required staff accompaniment, with items managed by staff...

Daily assessment of the condition, nursing records every 3 to 7 days...

Changes in the condition were recorded and reported to the doctor for timely handling...

Timely waking, sleeping, and taking medication, constant monitoring... Even if you were healthy, you could be driven sick!

"Big brother?" Yoshida Fumi looked at Chi Feichi with a hint of confusion, her face flushed. He really was a handsome big brother...

The nurse squatted down, carefully explaining, "Little girl, he..."

Chi Feichi came back to his senses, looking at Yoshida Fumi, "Chi Feichi, that's my name."

Yoshida Fumi nodded, smiling sweetly, "I remember. Can I come to play with you another day?"

"No, no..." the nurse quickly refused. Although Chi Feichi had not shown any aggressive behavior, children were easily influenced by others. She couldn't guarantee that Chi Feichi wouldn't say anything strange, nor could she allow a little girl to interact with him too much.

"Why?"

Yoshida Fumi's puzzled voice was left behind as Chi Feichi turned and walked toward the ward with a indifferent expression.

On the way, a man approached him, looking around nervously, and whispered, "I'll tell you, your existence is just a perception, and perception can be deceived. This world is created by some entity, and if he wants to, he can erase us at any time. Do you believe me?"

Chi Feichi stared at the man for a moment, "Maybe."

Is this world created by Aoyama? Is it real?

Even he didn't know.

The man sighed with relief, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed Chi Feichi, who was about to leave, "You're the first person to believe me! Since you believe me, I can't leave you alone. I'll tell you, there's a big problem with this world. There's a pair of eyes always watching us, and I have a way to escape..."

Chi Feichi, tired of the man's incessant chatter, took a step forward, grabbed him, and struck his carotid artery, knocking him out.

The world was finally...

No, the world wasn't quiet!

"What are you doing?"

"Quick, here!"

Before anyone could run over, Chi Feichi had already let go.

...

An hour later...

The middle-aged doctor, slightly balding, a bit overweight, with a round, cheerful face, smiled warmly, "Mr. Chi, I'd like to understand why you hit the man's neck."

Chi Feichi, looking at his attending physician, Fukuyama Shigeki, still had no expression, "He was too noisy."

Fukuyama Shigeki smiled, "Just because of that?"

"I know my limits." Chi Feichi didn't continue to explain, letting them think what they wanted.

In this place, the more you denied being sick, the more you were diagnosed as seriously ill.

Fukuyama Shigeki nodded, not commenting, and said in a gentle tone, "Don't do that again. The neck is a very fragile area. Striking the carotid artery can cause unconsciousness or even death. It's a dangerous action."

Chi Feichi could see that Fukuyama Shigeki was adding a point to his notes, but he didn't say more, "I understand."

Fukuyama Shigeki observed Chi Feichi, sighing inwardly. He could see that Chi Feichi wasn't taking it seriously. He needed to observe whether he had a tendency to harm others. On the surface, he still smiled, "Your recovery has been good. The alternation between the two personalities is less frequent. If you continue to communicate, you should recover soon... By the way, do you know what day it is tomorrow?"

Chi Feichi remembered seeing the calendar and newspaper before leaving the ward. Today was Tuesday, "Tomorrow is Wednesday."

Fukuyama Shigeki corrected him, "Ah... tomorrow is Friday."

Chi Feichi fell silent, barely suppressing the urge to flip the table.

Today is Tuesday, tomorrow is Friday?

Great, he knew this was a trick question!

At this rate, he might never leave!

He felt the time in this world was abnormal, but everyone else thought it was normal. So, in this world, he was the anomaly, the patient!

This... might be how many people with mental illnesses feel.

Worse still, a pot of succulents on the table was causing trouble, complaining, "So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, I want water, so uncomfortable..."

"Friday, I understand." Chi Feichi kept his eyes straight, his expression indifferent.

Last time, it was because of the succulents causing trouble that his gaze had wandered, and Fukuyama Shigeki had noticed, asking what he had seen or heard.

Psychologists were such a hassle.

The conversation ended about half an hour later.

The physician's assistant, a young woman, smiled and commented, "Mr. Chi is a patient who has recovered well. Since his admission, he has been very cooperative with treatment. The two personalities have been communicating through notes, and there seems to be no more auditory hallucinations. Everything is moving in a positive direction."

Fukuyama Shigeki's brow furrowed, "Not necessarily. He is very smart..."

"Huh?" the female assistant was puzzled.

"Have you carefully read his diagnosis report?" Fukuyama Shigeki took a file from the drawer, opened it, and pointed to the diagnosis, "Dissociative identity disorder, both personalities have emotional deficit disorder, one with severe depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder, with suicidal tendencies, the other with auditory hallucinations, delusions, and time perception disorder..."

The female assistant nodded, "Typical symptoms of dissociative identity disorder."

"Dissociative identity disorder is a very complicated condition that requires long-term treatment. Now, it seems that both personalities recognize each other's existence and are actively communicating, but we need to observe his daily behavior. With dissociative identity disorder, the expression is extremely cold, and the same applies to emotions toward others," Fukuyama Shigeki said, "From this, it doesn't seem like he has any signs of recovery. Recently, the dominant personality has been the delusional one. He is very smart, and on the surface, he seems to recognize his condition, but in reality, he doesn't acknowledge it and is still pretending and deceiving. That personality... is very smart and cunning, and when it appears, it has agile movements, but there is no record of similar training in his life history."

"In other words, this personality is a delusion?" the female assistant pondered.

"We need to make him recognize this and determine whether the delusional personality is aggressive," Fukuyama Shigeki thought for a moment, "But for now, at least the delusional personality won't do anything harmful to himself... Have you contacted his family recently?"

"Yes," the female assistant lowered her voice, "But his parents have no intention of visiting him. They said they were busy and hung up after a few words."

Fukuyama Shigeki frowned, "They really have no intention of cooperating at all!"