Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Maybe the desire to go out and play was too strong, or maybe the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory injections worked.

You know what, Yun Xianhe got better as soon as he was innocent!

And because more than a whole day had passed,

Except for 'pneumonia', 'pollen allergy' and 'allergy to pain' which last for a longer time.

The forced cough and hemoptysis have been eliminated, and even the anemia is less than 37 hours away.

the most important is!

The most deceptive "Weak Willow Supporting the Wind" is finally over!

It's really gratifying, gratifying and congratulatory.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood at the entrance carrying a backpack.

He looked at Yun Xianhe, who had difficulty putting on shoes because he was wearing too many thick clothes.

Listening to the unknown song that the other person was humming because of happiness, he let out a long sigh.

For patients, the most important thing is to take care of their mood.

He was also very happy to see Yun Xianhe so energetic.

But if I go out right after I feel better, I’m afraid the other person’s condition will get worse.

But it’s not good to be too strict.

After all, the resistance that Yun Xianhe showed in the past few days was a big problem.

Why is it winter today when I go out?

As he was thinking, Zhu Fu Jingguang opened his backpack and confirmed again that he had brought various anti-inflammatory injections and other medicines, and he sighed unconsciously again.

"Ugh……"

"Mr. Guang, sighing too much is bad for your physical and mental health, and it will cause wrinkles."

Yun Xianhe, who had finally put on his shoes, was buttoning his coat while talking to Zhu Fu Jingguang.

After hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a while.

After he put on his shoes neatly, he opened the door first with an expressionless face:

"Let's go."

"Hmm? Are you angry, Mr. Guang?"

"…No."

Don't bother with this troublesome child.

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"Conan! Long time no see—"

"Xianhe, run slower."

Conan, who was wearing a mask, looked at the person who was covered so tightly that nothing could be seen running towards him from the other end of the street, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It feels like... a wall has come out.

Was he dressed like this the last time we went skiing?

The heavily-clad brave man made a sharp stop and stood beside the young detective.

He looked him up and down, and raised his eyebrows slightly behind his glasses:

"Have a cold?"

After saying that, Yun Xianhe took out a bottle from his backpack and poured out a pill.

Without giving Conan a chance to react, he simply pulled off his mask and stuffed the medicine in.

Once again, the little detective felt the pain as his tongue became numb and bitter.

He took the water handed to him by Zhu Fu Jingguang and drank several sips before he recovered.

“It’s so miserable!”

"Good medicine tastes bitter, and aren't you wearing too little?"

Looking at Conan who had only put on a coat over his original suit, Yun Xianhe turned his head to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang:

"Mr. Guang, look, there is someone here who doesn't care about his health as much as I do."

"..." x2

Finally, Conan got a wide scarf that activated the "Death Coil".

The little detective Banyueyan was held by Yun Xianhe and sat in the back seat of the car, as if he was used to it.

Suzuki Sonoko standing by was obviously very excited about this gathering in the mountains.

He even enthusiastically showed Xiaolan the magic tricks he had prepared.

"Ah! It's amazing! I don't know when, this red line actually passed through the ring!"

"Hey hey - that's amazing! How did you do that, Sonoko?"

Xiaolan clapped her hands out of respect.

Yun Xianhe, who looked like he was curled up in a pile of clothes, grabbed Conan's hand and patted it.

After receiving the compliment, Sonoko proudly put her hands on her hips and smiled in an unfathomable way:

"This is a secret, I can't tell you - I'm going to perform it in front of everyone tonight."

"By the way, it seems that the people you are meeting today are some magic fans, right?"

"That's right! We all met on the Internet, so-called netizens."

As he spoke, Yuanzi seemed to have thought of something and added:

"But Xianhe only spoke a few times inside, and he rarely came online after that. It was only after I suggested it to others that we called him over."

"Hey - Xianhe-kun is also a fan of magic."

Yun Xianhe, who was feeling a little sleepy due to the car heater, yawned lazily.

The mist that was exhaled all floated onto the glasses because of the mask, blurring most of the lenses.

"Thank you, Sonoko, for remembering me. As for being a magic fan, I can barely be considered one. But compared to a magician, I would probably be more accustomed to calling myself a magician."

"Magician?"

"Hmm, because a magician's methods are traceable, while a sorcerer's methods are beyond common sense."

Like a ghost.

When Xiaolan heard the other party say this, she remembered the last time the other party transformed a protective amulet for her.

Conan nodded in agreement.

Maori Kogoro, who was driving, complained with his half-moon eyes:

"However, I didn't expect that the eldest daughter of the famous Suzuki Zaibatsu family and the person in charge of the Fuyun Group would actually use computers to make friends."

Hearing this, Suzuki Sonoko laughed half-sarcastically:

"Please - in this intelligence society, the Internet is an indispensable tool. I think you'd better put one in your office."

"Tsk."

Uncle Maori was obviously unhappy.

"The Internet does bring a lot of convenience. Uncle Maori can try it out. For example, you can chat with your favorite stars and find some photos of their favorite scenes. Ahem..."

Yun Xianhe explained with a smile that he still had a cough these past two days due to pneumonia.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was sitting in the front seat, turned around and handed a piece of throat lozenge to Yun Xianhe.

"Thank you, Mr. Guang."

Xiaolan, who was standing by, exclaimed a little, but she was still a little surprised that Sonoko suddenly started making friends online and even became interested in magic.

At this point, Suzuki Sonoko smiled like a nympho:

"Because I met someone so special online!"

"A rare person?"

"His name is Doi Takeki, he's 21 years old, and he's a regular at the magic lovers' league I'm a part of. Not only is his choice of words polite and humorous, but he's also very intelligent, and sometimes he shows off his excellent literary accomplishment."

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

He recalled a small world he had visited before, where an online romance took place.

The girl I thought was cute was actually an old man who liked to fake his voice.

Yun Xianhe sighed slightly when he saw it at that time.

It’s great to be young, to be able to experience such a satisfying love.

But isn’t the name of the person that Sonoko likes a bit strange?

"Ah~ He must be a handsome man with both talent and beauty."

"So you haven't met yet?"

"Today is the first time we meet, I plan to show him the magic trick I just did to surprise him!"

The garden must be won.

The bored little detective sat there, looking out the window with half-moon eyes, and complained:

"That's just a basic magic trick you see on TV..."

Yun Xianhe quickly covered the other person's mouth:

"Children who talk nonsense and do not fit the situation will be beaten."

“…This brat is still so annoying.”

"Haha, don't take it to heart, Sonoko. He's in a bad mood because I'm going to attend your party."

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, looked down at the motionless little detective in his arms, and said jokingly:

"Are you angry because I didn't take you out to play?"

“…Who would get angry over something like that?”

"It doesn't matter. If your sister Xiaolan doesn't want to take you, I will."

"I don't have one!"

"Hai Hai Yi - don't be shy."

Unable to defend himself, the young detective chose to keep silent.

Xiaolan, who was standing by, was still wondering if it would be a bad idea for her to follow him.

Yuanzi comforted him:

"It's okay. I've already told them that I'll bring my girlfriend with me."

"girlfriend?"

"We're here. This should be across the bridge, right?"

The car stopped in front of the suspension bridge.

Kogoro Mouri glanced at the villa in the distance through the car window and waved to the people in the back seat.

"You guys can go by yourselves. You have Midorikawa and Yun kid with you. I won't send you off."

"Hey - Dad, you are so annoying."

Yun Xianhe, who got off the car first, squinted his eyes and looked at the entire snow-covered forest. He was in an inexplicably good mood.

"The air here is pretty good, cough cough cough!"

The faint smell of gasoline in the air rushed into Yun Xianhe's nose through the mask, choking him and making him cough.

The person who just said this pressed one hand on the car door and took a lot of effort to calm himself down.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who got off the car, also smelled the smell of gasoline in the air.

Seeing Yun Xianhe seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, he quickly went over to support him:

"Are you okay? Did you get choked by the wind?"

"……fine."

Who would spill gasoline in such a deep forest?

Conan, who had recovered a little, sniffed the air, but unfortunately his nasal congestion had not yet completely healed, so he didn't smell anything.

"Really... what's the point of attending this kind of party? Everyone is sick and running to the mountains..."

Maori Kogoro, who was sitting in the driver's seat, noticed something strange happening on Yun Xianhe's side and complained through his half-moon eyes.

Zhu Fu Jingguang also heard what the other party said.

He looked at Yun Xianhe, whose brows showed a slight tiredness, and wondered whether he should let him go back.

Yun Xianhe, who had slightly adapted to the smell in the air, swallowed hard.

He picked up his backpack and walked towards Xiaolan and Sonoko who were standing at the bridge.

"Mr. Guang and Conan are gone. You'll get sick if you stand in the snow for too long in this weather. Goodbye, Uncle Maori!"

Seeing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang hurriedly followed.

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to be full of energy, with his crescent eyes, praying that the other party would not suddenly fall ill at night like last time.

After saying goodbye to Uncle Maori, the few people walked across the bridge carrying their luggage.

When Yun Xianhe heard Yuanzi say that she pretended to be a boy in the chat room, he recalled it briefly.

Well... this person's acting skills also need to be improved.

I guess the others should have guessed her identity.

Sure enough, the person in charge of the villa recognized Yuanzi's identity immediately after opening the door.

After the others had joked with each other for a few words, the prince charming in Yuanzi's illusion just happened to come down from upstairs.

However, the other person's fat image has nothing to do with a handsome man.

Feeling that her illusion was shattered, Yuanzi suddenly became sad.

"Oh! You are the 'hero from another world', right?"

"Hello, I am sorry to bother you today. This is my personal assistant Mr. Hikaru Midorikawa."

Yun Xianhe, who had just climbed two steps, looked up and saw the Doitake tree standing at the entrance staircase.

The two looked at each other, and the brave man wearing a mask smiled, his heterochromatic eyes slightly curved:

"Hello? Long time no see."

KID.