Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"where?!"

Seeing Yun Xianhe making a phone call, the taxi driver holding a kitchen knife twitched his eyes nervously.

The pair of triangular eyes were staring, the whites of the eyes were full of red bloodshot, and the breathing was heavy and rapid.

"Mikawa Town 23-chome ."

After he finished speaking, Yun Xianhe put down the phone and put it in his pocket.

Don't break it later.

"Who did you call...Who did you call!"

"Friend. Why are you here again, uncle? I have already paid the fare."

However, the man, who was already in a state of confusion, did not hear the teasing in Yun Xianhe's words.

The whole person trembled and talked to himself:

"Why did you find out? Why did you find out? If you hadn't found out, it would have been fine... Forget it! Forget it!"

A hoarse and sharp roar came out from the receiver, causing pain in Maori and Conan's ears.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard the young man murmur calmly:

"Is the stress going crazy?"

"What?! Hey! Run away!"

Yun Xianhe, who did not hear these words, looked at the person in front of him who was waving a kitchen knife without any order and let out a long sigh.

He raised his hand and lightly moved it, then pulled and tugged to easily hold down the opponent's arm.

"Ah! It hurts so much! Let go! Let go!"

"do you know?"

Click,

bang-

The boy calmly removed the man's arms and wrists, and kicked the fallen kitchen knife away.

He lowered his head and looked at the man whose face was distorted by pain. His heterochromatic eyes seemed to be shining with starlight in the dark night.

The driver, who was temporarily awake because of the pain, glared at the other person with a grin until he met those eyes.

He seemed to have seen something incredible, and was so stunned that he couldn't even make a sound.

Yun Xianhe had no expression on his face, and his voice was vague, like the murmur of a god:

"Even if an incompetent villain holds a knife, he is still like a child to a brave man."

Weak and ridiculous.

The boy with silver-framed glasses lowered slightly and instantly obtained all the information he wanted sneered:

"Even if they both hold a sword, the wicked will not be praised as a hero."

"What do you know! What do you know!!"

The man came to his senses and yelled in frustration.

"It's all that guy's fault! It's all his fault! If it weren't for him, would I have ended up in such a miserable state?"

"Oh? Didn't he help you in times of crisis?"

"Help? Oh, that kind of humiliation?"

After struggling twice to break free in failure, the driver gave up struggling and sat down on the ground in dejection.

He looked at the thin boy in front of him, as if he suddenly wanted to confide in him:

"That person is one of the few friends I have... I was grateful to him at first."

"I hit someone with my car, and the other party demanded a large sum of compensation, which I couldn't afford at all. My family and colleagues all made excuses to shirk their responsibilities."

"At that time, he was the only one willing to lend me money."

"But later, he kept urging me to pay back the money and said he would sue me at my company if I didn't."

"I had no money, so he asked me to mortgage my car to him, and said something else..."

"Stop, I'm not interested in knowing the grudge between you two."

Yun Xianhe rubbed his swollen forehead, looked at the man who seemed to have no resistance, and said in a cold voice:

"Even if you killed someone for your insignificant self-esteem, what about me? Do I have a grudge against you? Huh? Killing a minor to cover up my crime..."

Hearing this, the man's whole body trembled and he looked at Yun Xianhe in a daze.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of fear.

Hey, hey? Strange, why did he suddenly want to kill the person in front of him? So strange...

The sound of sirens coming from afar seemed particularly abrupt in the night.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the man who seemed to have woken up, took two steps back and took out his cell phone.

"Hello? Sorry, it happened suddenly. Everything is fine now."

As expected, no one responded on the other end of the phone.

Looking at the police car parked in front of his house, the boy, who was physically and mentally exhausted after a whole day, yawned lazily.

"Brother Xianhe! Are you not hurt?"

Looking at Conan rushing over, Yun Xianhe felt a little better.

He rubbed the other person's forehead and said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, this kind of character can't hurt me. Mr. Maori, Officer Megure, I'm sorry to bother you so late at night."

Maori Kogoro opened his mouth to say something, then reached out and touched the back of his head:

"As long as you're okay."

Megure Juzo, who was standing by, directed the police officers to take the criminal away from the ground, and he couldn't stop muttering in his heart.

Brother Maori’s aura of death is really too powerful.

"Ah, wait a minute."

Seeing that the prisoner was about to be taken away, Yun Xianhe stepped forward and grabbed the other's injured arm.

With a gentle tug and a shake right under everyone's eyes, the man suddenly found that his arm seemed to be able to move, before he could even cry out in pain.

"Flower-growing skills?!"

"Hmm? Planting flowers, Chinese medicine and bone setting."

The man didn't understand until he was taken into the police car.

He looked at his hand in wonder, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he is not very good at fighting. If the opponent really fights him seriously, he might be crippled if not killed tonight.

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea what the other party was thinking, was still dealing with the little Corgi.

Feeling that his head seemed to be getting more and more dizzy, Yun Xianhe used the double magic of "Let's talk next time" and "I'm a little tired".

After persuading a bunch of people to leave and promising to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to give a statement tomorrow, he finally returned to the house.

"Can I use magic?"

The house, which I hadn't visited for a long time, was covered in a fine layer of dust.

Someone whose fever has escalated from a low grade to a high grade is obviously not suitable to be cleaned up by yourself.

When asked, Xiao Tiandao opened his mouth, but finally gave a few words of advice in a gentle voice:

[Mr. Yun, your body right now can't bear the backlash of using forces outside the rules. How about we get together tonight? How about asking the housekeeper to come tomorrow?]

Ha ha.

If I had known this earlier, I would have stayed in a hotel at the port instead of going back home.

If he hadn't gone home, he might not have met the murderer tonight.

If I hadn't met that madman, I wouldn't have been forced to stand outside in the wind, and my cold wouldn't have gotten worse.

After all, it’s still a problem of Xiao Tiandao!

Yun, whose resentment was almost materializing, smiled evilly and shouted in a hoarse and sinister voice:

"Little Heavenly Dao——"

[Huh?!]

Tiandao looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to be turning evil, and his voice became weaker and weaker:

[Even if you call me, I can’t do anything QAQ. I can’t control the rules of this world yet…]

"Shhhhhhh."

Xiao Tiandao, who was forced to interrupt the complaint, felt aggrieved but dared not speak out.

He looked at Yun Xianhe, who was so shabby that he fell on the bed without even changing his clothes, hesitating to say something.

Although it's just a fabricated shell, it's at least made according to your original image. Don't you pay attention?

What a waste of that face and that temperament!

Xiao Tiandao, who had been holding it in for a long time, endured it again and again, and finally spoke in a low voice to remind:

[Mr. Yun, remember to cover yourself with a blanket...]

"Ah."

[Good night, Mr. Yun.]

"Good night."

·

"Doctor--Dr. Agasa!"

"It's Shinichi. Why are you here so late? By the way, what happened next door just now? I seemed to hear the sound of sirens."

Dr. Agasa, wearing pajamas, walked out of the basement and looked at Conan in the living room, seemingly unresponsive.

"Doctor, do you know who lives next door?"

"Next door? Oh—do you mean Xianhe?"

"Eh? Dr. Agasa, you actually knew that?!"

"Of course I know. I saw him when he moved in some time ago."

"Some time ago?"

Conan keenly grasped this moment.

Dr. Agasa on the side didn't think much about it. He drank the hot milk in his hand and recalled:

"Yes, I remember that he actually lived there several years ago, but it seemed that for some reason he only stayed there for a short time. It seemed that he only moved here permanently half a year ago."

"Half a year ago."

Conan guessed, recalling what Inspector Megure had said about Yun Xianhe's life experience.

Half a year ago, it should have been the day when Yun Xianhe’s uncle passed away.

So he left his uncle's place and returned to his own mansion?

"Come to think of it, Xianhe is a genius. I heard that he has graduated from university this year, but he is not working outside because of his poor health."

"what?"

"Hmm? What happened? Could it be that when you met the other party, Shinichi, you found that there was something wrong with him?"

Dr. Agasa asked with a hint of concern.

Conan waved his hands, propped his chin with one hand, and sighed helplessly:

"In that case, I think I have figured it out."

Genius...

Even if you are a genius, can you have the ability to see through the essence of things at a glance?

·

Early in the morning, Yun Xianhe, who was awakened by hunger, sneezed violently while sitting in a pile of quilts that smelled a little dusty.

The pair of misty heterochromatic eyes shrank when they saw the dust floating in the air, and their temples throbbed.

Did he have a seizure last night?

At least you should change the quilt before sleeping, or at least open the window for ventilation!

Why are you sleeping in the dust?!

"I feel, I'm getting worse... cough cough cough!!"

[Mr. Yun, looking for a housekeeper!]

"Good idea, cough cough cough! Damn! Cough cough! What, cough! It's not over yet!!"

Swallowing hard, Yun Xianhe opened the system panel.

[Low fever] on the physical condition column was followed by [acute bronchitis].

"..."

Inexplicably, Yun Xianhe heard the voice from a previous game in a small world in his mind:

"Heartbroken, true heartbrokenness never comes from making a big fuss..."

"I, cough!"

A complaint cut off on the tip of the tongue.

Someone who was choking covered his mouth and tried hard to suppress the damn itch in his throat.

After taking out a mask from his backpack and putting it on carefully, he quickly ran to the window and opened it.

Housekeeping! We must find a housekeeper right away!

[Mr. Yun, do you want to hire a life assistant?]

"why?"

[In this way, you only need to make a phone call before you come back, and the other party will help you clean up the house in advance and cook for you every day.]

The person who only had the cooking skill of "fooling around" was really tempted.

"Okay, then find one."

Anyway, he has a lot of savings.

Since we are not allowed to use force that violates the rules of the world, then we can all use money to settle everything!