Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Hearing this, Yuanta and Mitsuhiko also came over.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the little detective who seemed to be indifferent but had actually pricked up his ears secretly, and explained in a normal way:

"She transferred to another school with her sister."

"Hey? Haibara-san has a sister."

"Well, the other party has to move away temporarily for work reasons, so Huibara left with her. Huibara likes her sister very much."

"That's it..."

Ayumi and the others felt a little lost for losing such a little friend.

Yun Xianhe raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of the other person's head, and said calmly:

"There's nothing to be sad about. Maybe you'll meet again in the future. After all, the other person hasn't completely disappeared, right?"

"That's right."

Guangyan, who was standing by, always felt that there was something strange about what Yun Xianhe said.

Conan looked at the brave man who was fooling the child with an expressionless face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He probably guessed where Huibara had gone.

When he thought about what this person had told him about lying dormant and various safety matters, avoiding risks was a normal practice for this person.

·

After fooling the children, Yun Xianhe did not stay long after learning that Conan wanted to stay to watch the game.

After briefly saying hello to Inspector Megure, he left with Morobushi Kagemitsu.

While standing at the intersection waiting for the traffic light, Yun Xianhe suddenly had an idea.

Will there be any traffic lights with a different order?

Although subtle grayscale differences can still be seen, if he runs a red light and gets hit by a car, who will be responsible?

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing aside, looked at Yun Xianhe who was in a daze as usual and sighed in his heart.

When I ignore the nightmare, the bizarre dream in the first half will come to my mind.

No matter if it's a ghost with a bandage on his eyes and a wizard's robe.

Or the guide Bai Yue Changsheng in a long gown, they are both too vivid.

Is it really just a dream?

"The gentleman Xianhe mentioned earlier, don't you call him by his name?"

"Ok?"

Yun Xianhe was stunned when he suddenly heard Zhu Fu Jingguang's question.

The latter explained:

"I'm a little curious, because Xianhe didn't write the other person's name in the book."

"Ah... Sir, there are two names, but the meaning of both names is... well... if you call them separately, it's probably "Moon"."

"moon?"

It does match somewhat with the characters in the name.

I could hear the footsteps of pedestrians.

There were more and more people at the intersection, and Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously moved closer to Yun Xianhe.

"Brother, the things have been bought."

"Ah."

The familiar voice made Zhu Fu Jingguang's body stiffen.

A faint smell of tobacco drifted over with the wind, stimulating Zhu Fu Jingguang's nerves.

He once saw that man pressing a burning cigarette butt into the palm of a subordinate's hand, and the other's muffled groaning through gritting his teeth seemed to still echo in the empty alley.

Then there were sneers and gunshots.

Why, why did I meet Gin on the road? !

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Yun Xianhe, who smelled the smoke, coughed twice feeling a little uncomfortable, and slowly buried half of his face in the thin scarf around his neck.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing by, was awakened by the sound.

He was about to speak when Yun Xianhe interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"I'm fine, Mr. Butler."

Gin glanced at Yun Xianhe from a distance.

Then he looked at the other person twice more because of his white hair and heterochromatic eyes.

Seeing Yun Xianhe being choked by the smoke, he smiled coldly.

I don't know if they were making fun of his weak body or what.

Vodka beside him seemed even more extroverted, with his mouth corners stretched upward in a smile, and the words "you are so weak" were almost written on his face.

The green light came on and pedestrians moved slowly.

The top 1 winery walked forward with his hands in his pockets. The wind lifted his long hair and the hem of his black coat, and his aura was fully enhanced.

Even the pedestrians around were a little afraid to move away.

Yun Xianhe, who was about one meter behind the opponent, was still coughing softly.

No matter how you look at it, he looks like a sickly person who has been ill for a long time and may turn into a star at any time.

When they walked across the street, Vodka, wearing sunglasses, looked back and glanced at Yun Xianhe.

Just then a gust of wind blew, and the boy, who was forced to inhale the secondhand smoke in the air, covered his mouth tightly, and with his other hand around his lungs he began to cough.

The butler who had been walking beside the other person from beginning to end was holding his back and looked very anxious.

Vodka sneered and turned to share with his good brother:

"Brother, someone wanted to recruit that kid before. I think if he comes here like that, he will die in our place."

"Who?"

As we all know, model workers don't have time to remember the names of so many useless people.

Vodka didn't remember the other person's name either. The reason he recognized Yun Xianhe was when he saw the photo before. The other person's hair and eyes were so conspicuous that he had some impression of him.

Two people rushing to their next mission obviously wouldn't pay too much attention to someone who looked like he was dying.

Gin got in the car, put out his cigarette in the ashtray, and asked casually:

"Have you found the little devil from before?"

"No, the intelligence team said they couldn't find such a person. Maybe he is from abroad."

"Tsk."

Apparently Gin still holds a grudge after being stabbed in the kidney last time.

Mr. Killer had a cold and handsome face and looked to be in a bad mood.

As a partner for many years, Vodka didn't say much at this time. He started the car and headed for the next mission location.

"Let them check and bring them here when they find them."

·

"Is he from that organization?"

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting on a bench in a nearby park, calmly wiped the blood from his palm with a handkerchief and sighed helplessly.

The wind direction is bad today, and all the secondhand smoke is blowing towards him.

Originally he just choked for a moment, but later he saw that Mr. Guang seemed to be unwell. In order to find a reason to make the other party come back to his senses, he had to start pretending to cough again.

As a result, this guy's throat was really crisp and he coughed until it was broken.

Yun Xianhe, feeling a taste of rust in his mouth, frowned slightly and turned to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang who did not respond.

The other person half lowered his head and looked at the fountain in the park, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What is Mr. Guang afraid of?"

"Ok?"

"Even though we were so close just now, the other party didn't recognize you. I think my disguise was quite successful."

Yun Xianhe crossed his legs and supported his chin with one hand, looking a little distressed:

"You don't believe in my skills..."

Knowing that the other party was trying to divert his mood, Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled awkwardly.

He turned his head away from the boy's probing eyes and changed the subject:

"Would you like some water? There seems to be a vending machine nearby."

"Okay, orange juice please?"

"it is good."

As he watched Zhu Fu Jingguang walk to the other side of the park, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and the heterochromatic eyes behind his glasses became unclear.

From the strangeness in the morning to the other party's nervous attitude when he suddenly saw those two people just now.

...dreamt of his death?

"Xiao Tiandao, you also manipulated their dreams?"

[Um? ]

Xiao Tiandao was suddenly called out and was stunned for a moment, then explained seriously:

[Mr. Yun, I don’t have the energy for the moment.]

Moreover, what Yun Xianhe had been doing recently was completely different from what he had imagined, so he didn't dare to intervene at all, for fear of causing some accidents.

If the boss thinks that he is in the way and refuses to do the mission...

Even killing Him, the Heavenly Dao, is not impossible.

When Xiao Tiandao thought of this, he shuddered all over.

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea what the other party was thinking, was still thinking about Zhu Fu Jingguang's question.

In other words, it wasn't Xiao Tiandao who did it.

Is that the result of my own wild imagination?

"Ah...lack of security. What did Uncle Shitou say before?"

[“When you find yourself feeling insecure, don’t hesitate, just eliminate the things that make you feel insecure.”]

good idea.

How about giving Mr. Guang a holiday, and then taking Conan with him to blow up several hideouts of the Black Organization, start the war in advance, and directly engage in combat with the enemy.

"……never mind."

Wouldn't that punishment crush him to pieces? And he hadn't found out who was the biggest boss behind the organization yet.

By the way, is there any news from Mr. Amuro?

Oh, by the way, I haven't given the drug information I picked up earlier to the other party.

I have to think of a good way... How can I not expose myself as a ghost, but also send the information out perfectly...

It turns out that the easiest way is to rob the winery directly in front of the other party.

"Give."

"Ah, thank you Mr. Guang."

This orange juice is actually hot?! Will it taste better when it’s hot? ?

Yun Xianhe looked at the bottle of orange juice in his hand with a little suspicion, but took a sip to dispel the rust taste in his mouth.

...It's ok, no weird smell.

The two sat on a bench in the park, neither of them spoke.

Until the sun sets,

Reviewing all the recent events, I always felt that under Yun Xianhe's intentional or unintentional care, my tense mood became somewhat relaxed and I let out a long sigh.

"Go back, Xianhe."

Seeing that the person seemed to have cheered up, the hero reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, smiling slightly and replied:

"it is good."