Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"…We really have run into a tough opponent this time, Xianhe, isn't Kudo here?"

"What do you think?"

Osaka Chocolate, who was inevitably excited to meet his long-lost friend, almost let the cat out of the bag again.

Yun Xianhe looked at Hattori Heiji with a smile,

The latter laughed guiltily twice, and rubbed Conan's head twice to cover up:

"Long time no see, Conan, why hasn't your brother Shinichi come back yet?"

“…Ahahaha, it seems like he has something on his mind recently, so he went to see Uncle Kudo and the others.”

“Souga Souga——”

Please remember my current name.

Isn't this too exciting?

The two high school detectives stared at each other and laughed. Yun Xianhe, who was standing aside, didn't say anything. He just folded his hands and looked at them.

Phantom pain, my arm is starting to hurt!

Toyama Kazuha, who was following Hattori, complained:

"You're such an idiot, shouting in the morning that Kudo and Xianhe are coming... I think you'd better go to the hospital and see a doctor."

"That's weird, why do you always say that to me..."

"Because you're always like this."

"How can I do that every time?"

The childhood sweethearts group No. 2 started their daily bickering.

Yun Xianhe decided to put the chocolate aside for the time being and followed Sonoko and others upstairs to visit Suzuki Shiro.

It started with some pleasantries between Shiro Suzuki and Kogoro Mori.

Suzuki introduced Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha who had followed.

When it came time to introduce Yun Xianhe, Suzuki Shiro showed a look of realization:

"You are... Xianhe from the Yun family, right?"

"Long time no see, Uncle Suzuki."

"Long time no see. Yuanzi often mentioned you to me before. By the way, since you are here, I'm sure you will have some topics to talk about with Miss Pu Si."

Yun Xianhe smiled politely and said nothing.

Maori Kogoro on the side glanced at the people on the sofa and asked curiously:

“These people are…”

"Ah, let me introduce you to it."

Yun Xianhe retreated to the edge of the crowd and followed the other party's voice, turning his gaze to the people on the sofa opposite, finally stopping on the woman.

An old-style cheongsam? A flower-growing family before the new era?

No, the bone structure is wrong.

"This is Pu Siqinglan, a researcher on the Romanov dynasty. She is also a flower grower."

"Hello."

...mud howl?

"No, I'm not okay."

"?"

Pu Siqinglan raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this flower language.

Apparently she could understand some of it.

The two looked at each other, Yun Xianhe still had that gentle look on his face, but he had secretly labeled this strange Pu Siqinglan as the 'first suspect'.

Can you be a flower grower with such poor flower-growing language?

In the videos before the new century preserved in the museum, no dialect is pronounced like this.

Pretending to be a member of the flower-growing family... committing a crime, right?

"Xianhe? What's wrong?"

Hattori and Conan, who felt the atmosphere around Yun Xianhe gradually cooling down, looked up at the same time.

The little detective glanced at Yun Xianhe, who had an expressionless face.

He glanced again at Pu Siqinglan, who seemed to be sitting there stiff and uncomfortable, his glasses reflecting the highlight.

His intuition told him that there was something wrong with Pu Siqinglan.

"Nothing. I saw a fake or inferior product and couldn't help but take a closer look."

Just when the expression on the other person's face was about to collapse, Yun Xianhe indifferently withdrew his gaze.

He wanted to see what this monster was going to do.

If the other party dares to use his identity to do something discrediting, he doesn't mind performing a physical exorcism on the spot.

“Fake or inferior products?”

Hattori frowned when he heard this word, half lowered his head and began to think about what the other party meant.

Could it be that something on Miss Pu Si's body is fake? It can't be that the person is fake.

Let's not talk about the young detectives' whispered gossip here.

The middle-aged detective on the other side looked at the people present and asked Suzuki Shiro tentatively:

"What value did they determine?"

The art dealer smiled meaningfully:

"Eight hundred million yuan."

"What, eight, eight hundred million yuan?!"

This price really scared Kogoro Maori.

Qian Jiangyi raised his chin, as if he was sure that Suzuki Shiro would choose him:

"If you're willing to sell it, I can raise it a little more."

"President! This item belongs to our country! Instead of selling it to such a black market with no vision, it is better to send it to us and let our art museum preserve it."

"You said I have no vision?!"

The embassy visitor, Chinnikov, could not help but speak, and General Qian, who was accused of having no vision, could no longer sit still.

The two of them were about to fight, and Han Chuanlong on the side laughed with gloating pleasure:

"Yeah, yeah, that's really interesting. It's more interesting to take pictures of people than that egg."

After saying this, he stood up and looked at Pu Siqinglan, who seemed to be in a daze, as if he was hinting at something:

"You act as if it has nothing to do with you. Logically, you are a researcher of the Romanov dynasty, so you should know more than anyone else."

Pu Siqinglan, awakened by the other party's voice, turned her head away in embarrassment, as if she was enduring something:

"Yes, but I don't have 800 million yuan."

"Humph, that's true. Even I can only come up with 200 million."

"Uncle Suzuki, are you planning to sell it?"

Yun Xianhe on the side asked curiously.

Suzuki Shiro smiled, and without waiting for him to explain, the hero spoke directly:

"If you want to sell it, how about selling it to me? I can pay 1 billion."

"One billion?!"

Kogoro Mori on the side exclaimed.

Conan and Hattori, who were close by, couldn't believe what they heard.

Several buyers present looked at the sickly-looking boy standing in the corner at the same time, their faces filled with surprise.

The deal was finally about to be finalized, but where did this stupid, rich, and foolish young man appear from?

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was speaking arrogantly, General Qian sneered and said sarcastically:

"Little boy, that's 1 billion yuan, it's not something you can just talk about. Don't try to show off and end up hurting yourself."

"Thank you for your concern. Fuyun Group can still afford this amount of money."

"Floating Cloud Group, no wonder..."

Wait, that powerful and mysterious foreign company is actually the sickly guy in front of me? !

No matter what others think, Yun Xianhe really intends to buy it back.

Let’s not talk about the collection value or whether this thing will be buried if placed in his shabby little art gallery.

The fact that Kidd specifically asked for this thing was enough to make Yun Xianhe curious.

There is also the title "Magician of the End of the Century". He checked it out yesterday and it seems to be referring to another person.

"Anyway, let's talk about the eggs another day."

Shiro Suzuki did not give a direct reply, but the looks the others gave Yun Xianhe were clearly not right.

In terms of relationship, the helmsman of Fuyun and President Suzuki are obviously closer than them.

In terms of financial resources, they can't compare at all.

"...I understand."

"Okay, I'll take my leave today."

The two leading competitors left first, followed closely by Pu Siqinglan and Han Chuanlong.

During this time, everyone subconsciously glanced at Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe looked back calmly and took a closer look at Pu Siqinglan.

The latter was frightened by his cold gaze and walked away in a hurry.

Conan, who witnessed the whole process, frowned and looked at Yun Xianhe again and again, wanting to ask him what was going on.

However, until Nishino Masato brought the Egg of Memory over, everyone started discussing the strangeness of this egg.

Yun Xianhe himself did not say another word, and his eyes were blank.

He looked a little dazed, as if he was a different person.

The young detective, who had made eye contact many times but received no response, looked at the person who was mumbling something with his half-moon eyes, and tilted his head to glance at Hattori Heiji.

After looking at each other, the two sat down next to Yun Xianhe, one on the left and one on the right, and tilted their heads to eavesdrop.

"…I need to prepare some moonlight roses, buy a few newly released books, and replace fireworks with prayer lanterns…I also need to write a prayer note in advance. Calculate the date, the full moon should be in the next few days…"

I totally didn't understand what the other party wanted to do.

On the other side, He Ye looked at the three boys huddled together with a half-mooned look, and whispered to Xiao Lan:

"Why do they have such a good relationship?"

"Hahaha, maybe it's a common topic among detectives?"

After listening for a long time, Conan felt that the other party seemed to be planning a party and his head was full of question marks.

Hattori Heiji, who keenly grasped the key words in Yun Xianhe's words, raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:

"Why? Xianhe, are you going to celebrate someone's birthday?"

"Oh, yes."

The person who was asked the question replied subconsciously.

Conan thought for a moment and asked tentatively:

"To your friend?"

"Uh-huh, speaking of which...what are you two doing so close to me?"

Yun Xianhe came back to his senses and looked at the two people who were almost lying in his arms.

He reached out his hand expressionlessly and ruthlessly pushed them to the sides.

It’s so hot in the summer.

The two people who felt that they were being disliked snorted at the same time.

Conan pulled Yun Xianhe and pointed at the opened Egg of Memory on the table:

"That's actually made of glass, don't you find it weird, Brother Xianhe?"

"Maybe... have you heard of something called a kaleidoscope?"

"kaleidoscope?"

"By the way, isn't this thing called the 'Egg of Memory'? Those glasses might be glass paintings, but they need to be magnified in a specific way to be seen."