Ayanokoji Qingping was a transmigrator.
His previous life was like most people's: busy, constantly repeating the process of schooling and exams, all to find a decent job and achieve financial independence.
Just as he had graduated with his master's degree and started a pretty good job, he thought he had escaped the bitter sea and no longer had to endure his scumbag supervisor's moods. Overjoyed, he had a bit too much to drink with his newly acquainted colleagues.
And so, an accident happened.
His mind was blurry, and he didn't know what happened, only that he was hit by a dump truck crossing the road on his way home, instantly sent flying several meters, and died on the spot.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a hospital bed.
He initially thought he hadn't died, but had been sent to the hospital by a kind person.
But it wasn't long before he realized that he seemed to have come to a different world, transmigrating into a ten-year-old boy named "Ayanokoji Qingping."
There were no memory fragments; the boy he transmigrated into had a blank mind, as if he himself was now the true owner.
He only learned the name "Ayanokoji Qingping" from the nameplate above the hospital bed.
He had actually transmigrated... Looking at his body, which had shrunk a size, to hide his shock, he put on a bewildered expression, pretending to be someone who had lost his memory.
Soon after, his family in this world—his father, Ayanokoji Fugang, and his older brother, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka—rushed to the hospital after receiving a call from the hospital.
Both of them were very surprised by AyanokojiQingping's awakening, their astonishment lingering for a long time, as if his waking up was an incredible miracle.
After Ayanokoji Fugang heard about AyanokojiQingping's current condition from the doctor, he sat by the bed and asked him some questions.
Ayanokoji Qingping only had a superficial understanding of Japanese and completely didn't understand what he was saying, replying to all questions with a shake of his head.
In his previous life, Ayanokoji Qingping had seen many amnesia patients with his supervisor, so he diligently imitated their demeanor, pretending to be an amnesia patient.
Ayanokoji Fugang asked several questions but received no answers. He was silent for a while but still accepted the hospital doctor's diagnosis.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who was standing nearby, also didn't doubt his amnesia. He clenched his fists and remained silent.
Later, Ayanokoji Qingping learned that it wasn't his perfect disguise, but rather that the hospital's test report had already shown—
His brain had suffered a severe impact, and his hippocampus was seriously damaged, with a 90% chance of becoming a vegetative state, never to wake up again.
Before he woke up, he had been lying in this hospital room for ten days, and his two relatives had already prepared for him never waking up.
While they were disappointed by AyanokojiQingping's bewildered expression, as if he were looking at strangers, their joy at seeing him awake outweighed their sadness, and they calmly accepted his amnesia.
Compared to lying in a hospital bed for life, retrograde amnesia was already a very good outcome.
Besides his brain, Ayanokoji Qingping's body also had injuries of varying degrees. The pain throughout his body made him secretly wonder if the injuries from being hit by the dump truck had also been brought over here.
After asking the doctor and confirming that AyanokojiQingping's injuries would recover, his father felt relieved.
He seemed to have urgent matters, staying for only a very short time before forcefully pulling Ayanokoji Kiyotaka away from the hospital, leaving AyanokojiQingping there to receive treatment from the doctors.
Ayanokoji Qingping's cheap old man didn't neglect him; before leaving, he paid a large sum for his treatment to the hospital.
He asked the hospital to prescribe him the highest-grade special medicine, let him stay in a quiet single room, and have a dedicated doctor check his body every day, allowing his body to recover quickly.
Everything was fine, except...
During his time in the hospital, besides pressing the call button to have nurses help with physiological needs, most of his time was spent staring blankly at the white ceiling, which made Ayanokoji Qingpingfeel very lonely.
To be injured right after transmigrating and forced to lie in a hospital bed, it was truly agonizing...
After lying in bed for a few days, Ayanokoji Qingping, who could do nothing but think, could only accept his current identity.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since he had come to this world, it was impossible to go back by reminiscing about the past. Although it was a bit regrettable that he had just received a job offer, there might be more opportunities in this new world.
Perhaps... he might be a second-generation rich kid in this life.
He comforted himself this way.
According to the doctor's analysis, if the situation was optimistic, he would probably be discharged in about a month. This gave Ayanokoji Qingping some hope.
While lying in the hospital bed, besides envisioning his future, he also began to analyze his current body's family situation.
His father, Ayanokoji Fugang, was a very serious middle-aged man around 40, wearing glasses. He hid his emotions behind his glasses, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
Ayanokoji Fugang came to the hospital very rarely, each time simply asking the attending doctor about his injuries before leaving in a hurry, without even looking at him much.
This made Ayanokoji Qingping wonder if the relationship between this father and son was very cold?
Unlike Ayanokoji Fugang's coldness, his older brother, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, often came to see him.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was one year older than him. Whenever he was in front of Ayanokoji Fugang and the doctor, he would lower his head and stand silently in a corner without saying a word, like an autistic child.
When he first came to Ayanokoji Qingping's room alone, he finally looked up—his expression was cold, looking at Ayanokoji Qingping with an icy face.
His eyes were sharp, unlike those of his peers, with flashes of brilliance that resembled sharp swords, making one's heart turn cold.
Upon first seeing these eyes, Ayanokoji Qingping was startled, thinking he had discovered his abnormality, and quickly pretended to be sleepy, closing his eyes, his heart in a panic.
What's wrong with this guy? Why is he looking at me like that!? Could it be that he saw through my strangeness?
Or is he the real culprit who pushed me to the hospital bed, and seeing me wake up, decided to strike again!?
Ayanokoji Qingping fantasized a lot of things, and his heart grew more panicked when he heard Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's footsteps approaching him.
However, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka did nothing.
He lowered his head, sat on the stool by Qingping's bed, and began to speak softly to himself.
It was a pity that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's Japanese was truly not good in his previous life; he only knew common phrases like "I can't," "Hurry up," "I'm going," "More," and "So amazing," and he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.
He could only vaguely sense that he was very remorseful, seemingly apologizing, repeating "I'm sorry" to himself over and over.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka wanted to respond, but since there was a language barrier and he couldn't respond in Chinese or English, he could only act like a perfect amnesiac, quietly listening to his words.
It was always like this whenever Ayanokoji Kiyotakacame; sometimes, when he was tired of talking, he would lie on the bed and sleep, and his shoulders would twitch, as if he was having a nightmare. It was only then that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka would sob like a child.
What the heck, he's still a child after all…
After he visited a few times, Ayanokoji Kiyotakabreathed a sigh of relief, finally letting down his guard.
Looking into his eyes, he almost thought that he, like Conan, was a high school student who had shrunk after taking a drug from a mysterious organization.
It was precisely because of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's amnesiac demeanor that no one was wary of him, which gradually allowed him to notice some unusual things.
Although they were father and son, this father often used commanding words towards Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, as if ordering a subordinate to do various tasks.
And his older brother habitually obeyed, lowering his head and silently carrying out Ayanokoji Fugang's instructions without a single complaint.
Perhaps the painful memories of being oppressed by his mentor in his previous life still lingered, making Ayanokoji Kiyotaka extremely sensitive to superior-subordinate relationships. The relationship between these two did not resemble that of father and son, but rather a superior-subordinate relationship with clear class differences.
Also… Ayanokoji Kiyotaka couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but sometimes, he could sense hatred for this father in his older brother's eyes, as if looking at an enemy.
It was then that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka realized that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's cold gaze was not directed at him, but at this father.
The relationship between Ayanokoji Kiyotaka and Ayanokoji Fugang, father and son, was intriguing… It seemed that his family after rebirth was not so simple.
However, there was one thing to be grateful for.
At least for him, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was not the kind of person who was "friendly to his brother" on the surface but secretly wished to kill him; instead, he was a truly trustworthy older brother.
He felt very guilty about himself lying in the hospital bed.