Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[…Mr. Yun, when this is over, I will double the original price.]

'Fine. '

Megure, who was outside the door, came back from a phone call and glanced at Yun Xianhe before going over to talk to Maori Kogoro and the others.

As they were a bit far away, Yun Xianhe didn't deliberately listen, but he could see the rapid changes in the expressions of those people.

What's going on here?

"Brother Xianhe."

"Ok?"

"follow me."

"what?"

Yun Xianhe looked at the serious-looking little detective and the people around him with either pity or seriousness on their faces, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Xiao Tiandao, what did they just say?"

[Megure Jusan told them about your family situation.]

'so? '

[The protagonists now think that you, Mr. Yun, are very pitiful.]

Thanks, it's just a fake identity, no need for that.

Others didn’t know that Yun Xianhe was chatting with Tiandao in his sea of ​​consciousness. They just thought that the other party was lost in thought after listening to Conan’s words.

The young man lowered his brows expressionlessly, as if he was recalling something.

Combined with what Inspector Megure just said, one can’t help but feel heartbroken.

"We're not going to the hospital, we're just leaving the island first, so if anything happens we can handle it in time."

"……it is good."

Seeing Yun Xianhe agreed, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

The next things were much easier to handle. Because he was a patient, Yun Xianhe was ordered not to participate. So when he was packed up overnight, he was still a little dazed when he got on the boat.

"As expected of a lucky man, if you want to leave, there is a boat at this late hour."

In other words, is it possible that this ship belongs to Inspector Megure and his crew?

Looking at Yun Xianhe, who seemed a little depressed because he was forced to lie in bed to rest, Xiao Tiandao didn't say this sentence in the end.

Don't provoke the other party, because if he gets angry and leaves, no one will help him.

Yun Xianhe was in a bad mood after not eating for a whole night, and he looked very listless.

After getting off the boat, he politely declined Conan and the others' request to continue accompanying him. After briefly exchanging contact information, he took a taxi home.

'Next time, if there is a redemption mission like this, remember to tell me in advance.'

[The character importance installation package will be ready soon! ]

"Little boy, why are you out alone so late?"

"Well, something happened. Ahem..."

Yun Xianhe coughed twice, pretended to take out a bottle of painkillers from his pocket, poured a tablet and put it into his mouth.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest, I felt something wet on the cushion I was pressing on.

Half raising his hand, Yun Xianhe could see the dark blood color on his fingertips with the help of the street light outside the window.

"Uncle, you need to wash the car mat. It's a bit dirty."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, the last passenger's purchase was spilled, so..."

The driver smiled awkwardly and wanted to explain something.

But Yun Xianhe obviously had no interest in listening any further.

The car started and the two stopped talking.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror casually.

The young man in the back seat wiped his hands in disgust, took out his cell phone, pressed a few buttons, and then closed his eyes to rest.

His gloved hands clenched and unclenched.

The driver looked away and turned on the car radio as if nothing had happened.

The energetic rhythm spread out, covering up the chill of the night.

The young man, who was dozing off, glanced at the driver who was humming a tune and shaking his head in front of him, and hugged his arms tightly.

Using small body movements to cover up your panic...

‘Who is this person? ’

[I don’t know…]

"...What use is there for you?"

Xiao Tiandao, who was watching, felt aggrieved and didn't say anything.

After all, these things are all "plots" derived from the sudden addition of "characters".

Even He cannot fathom it.

Twenty minutes later, Yun Xianhe looked up at the increasingly desolate scenery outside the window and pretended to be puzzled:

"Isn't this where I want to go?"

"Oh, sorry, there's construction going on nearby, so we need to take a detour."

"Is that so?"

Yun Xianhe raised his head and looked at the taxi driver in the rearview mirror.

After a moment, he raised the corners of his lips playfully:

"Uncle, you are not going to kidnap me, are you? Then you have the wrong person. I don't have any money on me."

"Hahaha... Stop joking, little boy. There is no way I would do something like that."

"Hey - if I remember correctly, this road leads to the suburbs, right? Sorry, although I look weak, my brain is still pretty good."

The boy propped his chin up with one hand, his heterochromatic eyes behind his glasses looking a bit sharp:

"It's not kidnapping? It's murder? Speaking of which--

When I first got on the bus, I smelled a faint smell of blood. Was it an illusion? "

The driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes were wandering, and some cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"you,"

"Or... to silence the witness?"

The car speed dropped slightly and then returned to normal.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the car door that had been locked at some unknown moment, and the smile on the corner of his lips widened even more.

The radio station suddenly interrupted and the car fell silent for a moment.

Apart from the roar of the engine, the only sound left was the driver's slightly heavy breathing, which seemed to be a warning of danger.

The driver in the driver's seat moved his hand slightly towards the door.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting in the back seat, glanced at the other person's shoulder and said in a surprised tone:

"Oops, sorry uncle, did I scare you?"

The young man who had been pressing the issue just now suddenly relaxed his momentum.

He smiled innocently like a child who had successfully played a prank:

“Actually, I’m an actor, and I just took on a detective drama not long ago.

How was my acting? Was it okay? A late night taxi driver murder case should be quite interesting, right? "

"Hahahaha... kid, you are really amazing."

"Really? Thanks for the compliment."

Jingle Bell--

"Excuse me, answer the phone."

"Hey, who is this?"

……

"Ah, it's Conan. Well, I'm not home yet. The driver said that the road is under construction where I am. I should be home in another 20 minutes."

……

"Ahem... um, okay, I'll contact you when I get home."

After hanging up the phone neatly, Yun Xianhe looked at the driver with that harmless smile on his face:

"Uncle, you look hot."

"Well, you're wearing too much today. If you're not feeling well, take a rest. I'll call you when we get there."

"Thanks."

Yun Xianhe lay back down and felt the weightlessness of the car turning under him, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Twenty minutes later, the person who arrived at the station got off the bus neatly with his bag.

After seeing the taxi turn into the alley, Yun Xianhe slowly took out his cell phone and turned off the alarm he had set previously.

"I just said that people in this world are too violent."

·

"It's late, Conan, go get some rest."

"it is good--"

"Then I'll go wash up first."

Watching Mouri Ran go upstairs, Conan stood at the door of the detective agency, still reviewing today's case in his mind.

Even if it was done half a month in advance, could an ordinary person easily solve such a big case?

What’s more, this case happened twelve years ago.

Could he be a hacker expert? Does he have his own channels?

The more I think about it, the more suspicious it becomes.

Although Conan's identity as a flower grower made him rule out the idea that Yun Xianhe was a criminal for a moment.

But who can know whether the other party has any problems?

The detective, who had just suffered a blow from darkness and had just come into contact with the edge of darkness, felt somewhat paranoid.

It's not that we are afraid, but we need to be on guard against everything.

No, the more Conan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more suspicious he became of Yun Xianhe.

"Let's ask Dr. Agasa to check it out first..."

Jingle Bell--

"Who could it be so late at night?"

The moment the phone was connected, Conan heard a suppressed cough.

"Mosimoxi?"

"Hello? Is this the Mori Detective Agency?"

"Brother Xianhe? Have you arrived home yet?"

"Well, Conan, do you have the phone number of the Megure officer today?"

Yun Xianhe opened the courtyard gate and pushed the suitcase in first. After taking off his backpack, he began to look for the room key.

"Yes, Brother Xianhe, did you remember something?"

The naturally hanging hair hid the coldness in the boy's eyes and the mockery on his face.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the corner of the alley behind him without any effort, and spoke slowly with a little hoarseness from coughing:

"I suspect I just witnessed a murder."

"What?! Where are you, Xianhe brother?! Did you see what the other person looks like?"

"what happened?"

Kogoro Mouri, who was just about to go upstairs to sleep, heard Conan's exclamation and walked over slowly.

Half Moon Eyes looked at him helplessly:

"Little boy, what are you doing instead of going to bed?"

"Uncle! Brother Xianhe said he just encountered a murder case!"

"what?!"

Hearing this, Kogoro snatched the phone from Conan's hand.

"Hey! Crane boy, where are you now?"

Holding the phone a little further away, Yun Xianhe pretended to be relaxed and replied:

"Don't worry, that person should have gone far away. He was the driver of the taxi I took just now."

Swah——

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air came from behind, and Yun Xianhe dodged sideways without even turning his head.

The young man looked expressionlessly at the tall man holding a knife in front of him, and said calmly:

"Well, he's here with me now."