Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

I don't know who said this.

The guide who was the first to come to his senses and preside over the selection ceremony subconsciously glanced at the entire altar.

But there was someone faster than him.

Almost at the moment the vision appeared, the ghost pulled down Yun Xianhe who had stepped onto the altar and blocked him behind him.

"ghost,"

"Do not talk."

The demon lurking in the crowd narrowed his eyes dangerously and said mercilessly:

"Kill them all."

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the adventurer who recognized the attacker shouted:

"The devil's lackey!"

"It's the pagans! The pagans have appeared!"

"Heavily armored warriors form a formation!"

"Protect the Guide!"

"Back off kids without licenses!"

The sky above the square changed in an instant.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the crowd that suddenly started fighting in shock, and always felt that there was something wrong with his dream.

He saw Yun Xianhe reach out and pull out a long sword from somewhere, but was stopped by a cloaked ghost beside him.

The young magician took out his baton and took a deep breath:

"Hide the traces, blur the memories of the witnesses... "Fog"!"

The moment the spell was cast, a man who was half a head shorter than Yun Xianhe grabbed the other person and ran away.

Yun Xianhe reacted quickly and took the initiative, quickly moving around the battlefield with the ghost.

The two men mixed in with the minors who were forced to evacuate and left the square without any obstacles.

After all, no one expected that the hero would be a child who didn't even get the adventurer certification.

At the exit, a young man in a gray-black gown looked a little solemn.

But when he saw his two children, his smile turned into a calm and relaxed one.

"gentlemen,"

"I'm glad you're alright, let's go back first."

Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously wanted to follow the three people and leave quickly.

However, a strong pulling force from behind forced him to separate from it.

When he stood still again, he found himself back at the altar.

However, this area is obviously not the central city just now.

There is endless black forest all around.

The guide who had just led Yun Xianhe to escape was now tied up and thrown to the ground, with large stains of blood staining the stone steps of the altar.

Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously held his breath.

Even though he knew it was fake, he still felt like he could smell blood in the air.

He even took two steps forward, wanting to see if he could interact in this scene and check the other person's wound.

But no, he was still in spirit state and couldn't contact anyone.

…What a broken dream! I don’t feel like I’m participating at all!

Just when Zhu Fu Jingguang was thinking about whether to wake himself up by force,

A man in black with a strange mask on his face walked out of the darkness.

The other party half-knelt down in front of the guide, smiled as if giving alms, and asked in a sticky tone:

"Bai Yue Changsheng? Where did you hide that little hero?"

White Moon Lives Forever...

Zhu Fu Jingguang read the name once and then stood there in a daze.

No, Xianhe's book never mentioned the real names of his companions.

"Ah……"

Bai Yue Changsheng, who was lying on the ground, chuckled softly, as if he heard some interesting question.

He turned his head to avoid the other person's outstretched hand, and his long gray-green hair was stained with blood on the ground, like dirty silk.

The pair of eyes, one red and one ice-white, were half-closed, with a look of contempt, and a lazy tone:

"Kill me if you can."

"Oh? You are the first one who dares to talk to me like this... What do you call it? A guide. Hmm - using death to achieve unforgettable guidance and help the brave grow... What do you think?"

The demon looked at the man who showed no fear at all, and suddenly seemed to lose interest. He said with disgust:

"The heroes you taught are exactly like you. It's disgusting."

"Ha, ahem! Aren't you speaking from the heart?"

"Hmph - just lie here and take your time. I'm going to go back and search your house."

The man in black laughed evilly, took out his magic wand and tapped himself twice, and his entire body turned into the appearance of Bai Yue Changsheng.

The other party seemed to be a little annoyed and pulled up his overly long hair.

He glanced at the half-dead young man on the ground and smiled brightly:

"Be happy. From now on, 'Bai Yue Chang Sheng' will still be the exclusive guide of the brave—"

Bai Yue Changsheng turned his head away, seemingly unwilling to look at the other person again.

Seeing his expression, the demon laughed twice, then turned and left.

He was not afraid that Bai Yue Changsheng would escape.

In this place, even the most skilled demons might not be able to escape unscathed, let alone a seriously injured human.

Only after confirming that the other party would not come back did Bai Yue Changsheng, who was lying on the ground, slowly turn over and stand up.

With a flick of his wrist, the tightly bound rope broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

The guide took off the rosary on his wrist and tied his hair into a low ponytail, then said expressionlessly:

"idiot."

He actually had the crazy idea of ​​trying to deceive those two children.

Zhu Fujingguang looked at the expressionless man treating his wounds, and for some reason, he suddenly thought:

On weekdays, when there is no one around, would Xianhe be like this too?

Before he could think about it further, the familiar pulling feeling came again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, feeling a little dizzy, calmed himself down. When he opened his eyes and saw everything clearly in front of him, a chill instantly climbed up his spine.

Interrogation room... The Black Organization's interrogation room.

Why are you here?!

There seems to be someone tied to the chair...

"Xianhe?!"

The moment he saw the other person's appearance clearly, Zhu Fu Jingguang rushed over.

The pale-faced hero was tied to a chair with iron chains, his head half lowered and he showed no reaction, as if he was unconscious.

Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously stretched out his hand, but his entire palm went straight through the other person.

He looked at the man whose clothes were stained with blood helplessly, and kept thinking in his mind why the situation turned out like this.

"This is a dream, yes, I am dreaming, this is all fake, wake up, wake up Hiro!"

Da da,

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed in the basement.

Zhu Fujingguang subconsciously turned around and saw Gin, dressed in black and holding a cigarette, appear in the darkness.

The other person took off his long windbreaker and rolled up his sleeves, then picked up a bucket of water from the side.

"Gin, what are you going to do?!"

No matter how Morobushi Keimitsu tried to stop him, Gin in the dream could not see him and did not stop.

wow-

"Um,"

A bucket of cold water was poured down, and Zhu Fu Jingguang saw that Yun Xianhe frowned as if because of pain.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes without glasses were confused at first, then became sharp, and looked coldly at Gin in front of him.

"Little devil, my patience is limited. Have you thought it through?"

"Heh...Kill me if you can."

"The hero you taught is exactly like you."

Zhu Fu Jingguang shuddered when he suddenly thought of this sentence.

But Gin's temper is different from that demon's.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe was still unwilling to give in, Gin spat out the cigarette in his mouth, took out a Beretta from his pocket and put it directly on Yun Xianhe's forehead.

The pair of eyes hidden by the bangs and hat flashed with coldness and madness, and the tone was a bit gnashing of teeth:

"I'm asking you one last time, where did you hide that kid named Edogawa, Shirley, Scotch, and Bourbon?"

"I do not know."

"Ah."

Click,

"do not want!"

boom!

"What's wrong Mr. Guang?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, sitting on the bed, was breathing heavily.

Yun Xianhe, who had originally gone downstairs to drink water, rushed into the house with a cup of water after hearing the other party's call.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who still felt the sound of gunfire in his ears, calmed himself down and looked at the person standing at the door in a trance.

"Xian, He?"

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

He looked at the person who seemed to be having a nightmare, walked up to him, stuffed the cup of water that he had not yet had time to drink into his hand, and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Here it is, here it is. Did Mr. Guang have a nightmare?"

"Nightmare?"

The water cup in his hand emitted a slight heat, warming Zhu Fu Jingguang's originally slightly cold hands.

After a while, the man who had completely remembered that everything he had just experienced was just a dream raised his hand and pinched his brows, smiling bitterly:

"It seems, I seem to be having a nightmare..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Nightmares are usually fake."

"Um……"

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside.

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, still very early.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was yawning quietly, Zhu Fu Jingguang said apologetically:

"I'm fine now, Xianhe, go back and rest."

"Really?"

"Well, thank you Xianhe for the warm water."

Seeing that Zhu Fujingguang insisted, Yun Xianhe thought for a moment and then stood up:

"Give me a moment."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the people running up the stairs, trying to calm the fear in his heart that had not yet dissipated.

The last scene just now...

Was it their conspiracy that was exposed and led to Xianhe being captured?

No, it seems we need to ask Zero to pay more attention.

"Here, Mr. Guang, this is for you."

"??"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned when a big goose pillow was suddenly stuffed into his arms.

He looked down at the goose with a black tie around its neck, and for a long time he couldn't remember when he had such a thing in his home.

Seeing that Zhu Fu Jingguang seemed not to have recovered yet, Yun Xianhe manually pushed him back onto the bed.

After letting the other person hold the big goose, he even considerately covered each person and the goose with a quilt.

"This is not an ordinary goose, this is the Godfather of Goose! He is invincible. Take it with you, and I guarantee that it will help you drive away all the bad guys in your dreams."

"??"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, whose mind was still a little unclear, was stunned by what he heard.

Yun Xianhe simply moved a chair over and told Zhu Fu Jingguang a bedtime story from The Godfather of Goose.

Twenty minutes later, looking at the sleeping Mr. Guang, Yun Xianhe nodded with satisfaction, yawned, and walked out of the room to the kitchen to drink water.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had fallen asleep, returned to his dream again, to that dim basement.

Just as he was about to force himself to wake up, something warm suddenly appeared beside his legs.

When he looked down, he saw that it was the big goose Godfather that Yun Xianhe had handed to him before he went to bed.

The goose in the tie looked at him, took out a cigar from somewhere and put it in his mouth.

While puffing out smoke, he pulled out an AK from under his wing.

"..."

The Godfather, who had just finished smoking a cigar, cleared his throat and spoke in a low and hoarse voice, which sounded quite nice:

"Hey brother, let me teach you what the law of jungle survival is."

As soon as the bolt was opened, a large number of people were killed.

The Godfather, shaking his goose legs, rushed into the encirclement of the winery with a step that showed no regard for his relatives.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing on the periphery, had a dazed expression on his face and without hesitation reached out and pinched his arm.

When Jingguang Maomao woke up again, he stared blankly at the ceiling above his head. After reacting, he reached out and pushed the big goose doll in his arms out.

He tilted his head and looked towards the window.

A ray of light filtered through the gap in the curtains and fell onto the table beside.

A little bit of green appeared in the originally bare flowerpot, as if welcoming the dawn sunshine.

"Yachirina" has sprouted.