At noon that day, Xiaolan's ward.

"Did anyone see the pastry I put on the table just now?" Qianyu asked as she put on latex gloves again. "I remember it should have been placed on the table?"

"Aren't they all here?" Mitsuhiko looked at the pastry plates on the windowsill with some wonder.

"There is another plastic plate," Qianyu said, gestured. "A plastic plate filled with a sandwich with more ingredients than these."

"Are you talking about the one you see prepared for yourself?" Yuan Tai curled his lips. "What a greedy guy, he put so many things in his sandwich!"

"How could it be for me!" Qian Yu frowned and stared at Yuan Tai. "You can also know that you count the pastries yourself. Except for that special edition, each one happens to be one piece for me. How could that piece be for me?"

"If it's not for you, who are you for?" Yuan Tai still didn't react.

"It won't be..." Mitsuhiko and Arimi's reaction was obviously much faster. Although Conan next to him had guessed the answer from the beginning, he still had a completely different expression on his face.

"Otherwise," Qianyu sighed. "Of course it was for Haibara - she should have been able to come out today, so I wanted to prepare her favorite pastry feast, but the treatment progress was not ideal, so I asked Dr. Agasa to bring it with me."

"I'm sorry, I ate it secretly." Just after Qian Yu saw Yuanta showing a silence of silence and as if he was going to say something, Xiaolan suddenly said with a little apology. "I thought the biggest one was for me, and I didn't eat breakfast, so I ate it secretly. I'm sorry. But I think there are still some stock ingredients left. As a way to express my apology, can I make it with you? I still remember how this thing should be made, and maybe I can help."

Qianyu looked at Xiaolan in surprise, but then looked at Yuan Tai, who looked as surprised as him, and chose not to dig deeper, but nodded directly. "Then... OK. But you guys should not get close to here anymore - you can eat pastries first, but don't guard in front of our production table, otherwise we will make more than one minute, and it will be like not making it."

...

A few minutes later, the children and Conan had already started to try out the pastries made by Chiayu and gave high praise. Only Chiayu and Ran Mori who were making pastries were left on the windowsill of the ward.

"That was just now, Yuanta ate it, right?" Qianyu said to Mori Ran in a casual tone after pinching a small pastry. "Don't look at me like this. I still have the most basic discernment ability, especially when I can see Yuanta's mouth that is not licked clean pastries and unwashed oily hands."

"..." After a moment of silence, Ran Maori showed a somewhat surprised smile. "Yes, but... in fact, it shouldn't be a bad thing to ask me to make pastries with you, right? At least it must be much faster than if you make them alone, or if you ask him to come together."

"Although this is the case, I always feel that it will be strange there - even with your personality, Sister Xiaolan, it is too...subtle?"

When Qianyu said such words, Xiaolan seemed to hesitate and only asked her own question after a moment.

"I actually always want to ask you, in your daily life, I...I mean what I looked like before I lost my memory?"

"A big sister with a good temperament, that's almost like this?" Qian Yu replied after thinking about it.

"I'm not referring to these things, but behavior," Ran Mori signaled to Chiyu. She was not asking about this. "What was my previous personality?"

"Sister Xiaolan, what do you want to ask about these things?" Qianyu's hand slowed down. "For this question, I think you should know it naturally after Sister Xiaolan, you recover your memory, right?"

"But before I restore my memory, I think it's better to know these things in advance, right?" Maori Ran's face still had a faint smile, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. "In this way, even if I haven't recovered my memory, I can temporarily know how to make you more comfortable when facing me, and will not feel like I am a stranger because I have lost my memory."

"..." Qianyu stopped making pastry and looked at Ran Mori's eyes that turned around because he realized that his reaction was a bit big.

"Why do you want me to tell Sister Xiaolan, what your personality used to be like?" Qian Yu asked softly. "No, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I dislike telling Sister Xiaolan that your answer is too troublesome, but because... Why do Sister Xiaolan, you need to dress yourself up like you in my mouth?"

"Because that's me," Mori Ran replied in a tone of course. "Is it me now? Or is it [Maori Ran]? It's just a person who has lost his memory and has no origin or end. I just want to find the me who used to be, the me who should have appeared in this world."

"But if Sister Xiaolan, you act according to the personalities you told you, are you really you?" Qian Yu sighed. "In that way, in a sense, what is the difference between you and a puppet doll who obeys others' words and does not have anything to do with your own? What do I say? Sister Xiaolan, you might have taken it as a part of your innateness and practiced it-even if it might not be true."

"But you won't lie to me, aren't you?" Ran Maori didn't seem to worry about these things. "And as long as I recover my memory, I will fix these things myself, so don't worry."

"This is not a relationship between me or not, Sister Xiaolan." Qian Yu glanced at Conan who seemed to have realized something was wrong here. "No matter what, I can't reproduce the real you - I'm not Sister Xiaolan after all. As for where the real you are... To be honest, I think what Sister Xiaolan is now unconscious is yourself. You don't need to ask anything from us, and then use this method to rush to paint the parts you don't remember with unreal colors..."
Chapter completed!