Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"I am back."

"Oh - welcome back Mr. Guang, are Dr. Agasa and the others okay?"

"Nothing serious has been done."

Yun Xianhe, sitting on the sofa, half raised his head and looked towards the entrance.

In his eyes, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was changing clothes at the door, looked like a character living in an old-fashioned movie.

This is to help him develop his color sensitivity, right?

He just said he wanted to draw black and white comics in the morning, and now he gets this punishment in the afternoon?

...some kind of golden finger.

People with stiff limbs try to make their movements look normal.

He restrained a little detective who was doing whatever he wanted to him.

"Hey, Conan, what are you doing?"

"I suspected you were hurt, but you didn't say it."

"Huh? I'm as healthy as I can be now, right? I didn't even get a scratch from what happened this morning."

Conan, who always felt that his words were unreliable, looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes.

The two men stared at each other, and Conan was the first to be defeated.

He sighed deeply and muttered helplessly:

"Forget it, you never tell us this kind of thing anyway..."

Yun Xianhe, who heard clearly what he said, felt that it made a lot of sense and even nodded.

Conan looked at him with half-moon eyes, and then suddenly remembered something:

"What's the matter with you throwing rocks at that guy?"

Who would put two such big stones in his room?

"I'm planning to make a sculpture. After all, I've been at home for a long time with nothing to do, so I thought I'd give it a try."

Conan, who had finally figured out the origin of the key evidence, twitched his lips, stood up expressionlessly and was about to walk out:

"I'm going back."

"Hey? Aren't you staying for dinner? Xiaolan and the others probably don't have time to go back and cook, right? You might as well stay here and eat. Mr. Guang and I can make some extra and send it to Xiaolan and the others."

“…No, I can do it on my own.”

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who heard this, interrupted.

Yun Xianhe, who had some self-awareness about his cooking skills, paused and chuckled twice.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to cook, it’s that he can’t cook.

Let’s put it this way, no one knows better than Yun Xianhe how to cook a dish and how much seasoning to add to bring out the full flavor of the food.

Others can easily make a meal by following his description.

But...

As long as Yun Xianhe gets his hands on it, the food will be ruined at best and the kitchen will be blown up at worst.

It's like there's a natural conflict between the stove and nature.

This is very metaphysical, and it is a problem that cannot be changed no matter which world we move into.

He even traveled to a world that focused on cooking, with the mission of becoming a great chef.

He was successful...but in the end he became a chef who only gave recipes but never cooked himself.

Because of this, he has become a legend in the chef world.

The brave man who remembered how he burned down four kitchens in a row smacked his lips and slowly moved his legs.

It feels a bit numb, let me change my position.

On the other side, Conan thought about it carefully and agreed to Yun Xianhe's proposal.

By the way, he also used the other party's home phone to call Xiaolan and others in the hospital.

"Will you come with us later?"

"...I can take you to the hospital entrance."

This is the biggest concession he can make at the moment.

As for letting him voluntarily walk into that grave while still sober?

Sorry, that's absolutely impossible unless someone kidnaps Conan and the others and he has to go in to rescue them.

Conan was not surprised to get the answer.

He was even a little surprised when he heard that Yun Xianhe was willing to take him to the hospital.

Is this a good phenomenon?

Let’s just regard it as the first step to eliminate psychological trauma.

"Xianhe wants to go out and play, right?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe suspiciously.

The latter coughed lightly and turned his head away:

"how could be."

"..."

Your guilt is written all over your face, brave man.

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"I can only take you here. See you later—"

On the roadside opposite the hospital, Yun Xianhe waved to Zhu Fu Jingguang and Conan who were carrying lunch boxes.

The black mask covered most of the other person's face, and his slightly long bangs made it difficult to see his expression.

However, those slightly narrowed eyes still showed the other person's good mood.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the person standing there who seemed particularly well-behaved, and he hesitated to speak, and finally sighed:

"Don't go too far."

"it is good--"

"Remember to wear a mask, you just happened to have a cough recently."

"Hmm."

"Don't go to dangerous places. Remember to call me if you encounter any problems."

"of course."

Zhu Fujing kept on giving instructions as if he was worried about his own child's first time going to school.

During this time, he kept looking at Yun Xianhe, and the more he looked, the more worried he felt.

After all, in his opinion, Yun Xianhe's accident-prone physique is comparable to that of Conan, Maori and others.

Just a little bit off.

There shouldn't be any problem...

"Okay Mr. Guang, I'm not a child. I can take care of myself."

A certain self-satisfied hero patted his chest with confidence.

Conan and Morobushi Kagemitsu on the side twitched their lips when they saw this.

What should I do? I feel even more worried.

"Come on, Mr. Guang. Uncle Maori and the others must be very hungry."

"Well, remember to go home early."

“Okay—”

"Bye, Brother Xianhe."

"Bye-Bye--"

Yun Xianhe, who was standing on the street, watched the two men walk towards the hospital and stretched slowly.

The young man half tilted his head back, staring at the moon in the sky with his heterochromatic eyes. After a while, his brows softened.

"It's beautiful, sir."

Thanks to this strange disease, Yun Xianhe saw a different night scene.

In his eyes, this city full of neon lights was like a freeze-frame of the world about to collapse.

Unreal and strange.

Being in it, one seems to unconsciously feel a bit of silent loneliness.

Fortunately, the starry sky and the moon remain the same as always.

And because of the loss of blue, the brilliance of the stars and the moon becomes more obvious.

"Where should we go next—"

It's said that I wanted to come out, but in fact there is no destination.

After all, in the eyes of the brave, there is actually nothing worth exploring in this concrete jungle.

When turning a corner, Yun Xianhe noticed that someone seemed to be tinkering with something in the alley next to the bank.

At this time, there were almost no people on this road.

With the blessing of the "white and black" syndrome, the whole scene has the atmosphere of a horror movie.

The brave warrior narrowed his eyes, stood behind the street lamp at the wall of the alley entrance and looked at the other party. He even had the mood to turn on the system's recording function.

A man wearing a ski mask, about 1.7 meters tall and of medium build.

The black clothes, black pants and white gloves are a bit dazzling.

What is in your hand...

"Hey, are you done?"

Suddenly a man looked over from the other end of the alley.

The other party glanced around vigilantly, appearing a little suspicious.

The man who was fiddling with the box seemed a little impatient and replied in a low voice:

"It's almost done, why are you rushing me? If this thing doesn't get fixed, you and I will be finished right now."

"hurry up."

"knew…"

Yun Xianhe stood behind the street lamp, crossed his arms and held his chin with one hand, thinking for a while.

Only then did I match the thing that flashed by with the colorful thing in my mind.

Bricks? A bomb disguised as a brick? Is this a bank next door? Bomb it in and steal the vault?

…which is a bit off base.

So they wanted to use the bomb to divert attention?

Thinking of the two kidnappers who had kidnapped him, Yun Xianhe was silent for a while.

Don't overestimate the thinking of criminals in this world...

The man who had installed the bomb here didn't know that Yun Xianhe had labeled him with labels like "first-time criminal", "inexperienced", and "cannot be overestimated".

He and his three other brothers had been planning for a month, ready to do something big!

Plant the bomb tonight.

Tomorrow when Kekao, Zhenxing and Keyu go in to rob and pack the money and prepare to retreat, he will be responsible for detonating the bomb.

As long as we can cause panic, wouldn't it be easy to escape?

And as long as the entire bank is blown up, even if they accidentally leave any evidence behind, they won't be able to find it, right?

From now on, you will have plenty of money and the sky is high and the sea is vast, allowing you to fly freely.

When he thought of his good future days, Keqiu couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Ke Yu, who was on guard over there, couldn't help but glance at him and cursed:

"What's wrong with you? Finish it quickly and leave!"

"I'm coming."

As he said this, Keqiu stacked the well-camouflaged brick neatly against the wall and pulled the trash can next to it over here.

As if to avoid attracting attention, he also picked up a banana peel from the trash can and threw it on the brick.

“It’s perfect.”