Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"My great-grandfather's name was Kiichi. He worked in Faberuge's workshop and married a woman from the Bear Country..."

The brave man who was woken up early in the morning to board the ship and listen to Miss Kosaka Natsumi's story huddled in a corner and yawned quietly.

Kiichi...isn't this the magician from the end of the century that he found out?

So the purpose of Mr. Kiichi's descendants coming here today is to take back this egg of memories?

When the other party took out the design drawings, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Memories, two?"

"Hey?"

Everyone around who heard his words was stunned.

Conan immediately understood what Yun Xianhe meant and pointed at the two pieces of paper:

"Because if there is only one, the outline won't fit together, so it should be a large piece of paper, and someone tore off the middle part."

After hearing these words, everyone suddenly understood.

But Conan still has not much idea about the "memories" marked on the drawing.

He stared at the egg of memory for a while, and suddenly remembered the kaleidoscope that Yun Xianhe had mentioned before.

Yun Xianhe, who was secretly observing the four people and guessing who might be the ambusher last night, turned around and saw Conan holding the Egg of Memory in his hand and looking through it over and over again.

The hero's mouth twitched slightly.

Before he could open his mouth to remind him, a round sequined part fell from Conan's hand.

...I hope Mr. Kudo has enough savings.

"What are you doing, little brat!"

"Haha, a small piece of the mirror accidentally fell off..."

"what?!"

Xiaolan: "Conan!"

As expected, I got a lecture, little detective.

Looking at the messy group of people, Yun Xianhe smiled slightly and curled up on the sofa, thinking absentmindedly.

Judging from the height, Qian Jiangyi, the shortest of the four, is the least likely candidate.

The clothes the other person wore last night made it impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman, so the remaining three people are all suspects.

The photographer did not have the calluses on his hands that are typical of people who hold guns, so he can be ruled out for the time being.

The remaining two...

No matter how you look at it, Pu Siqinglan, who insisted that he was a flower-growing family, is the most suspicious.

"Mr. Nishino, please turn off the lights!"

"Hey! Don't mess around!"

As Kogoro Mori finished his words, the room suddenly became dark.

Yun Xianhe was startled as he felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, and the fingers on his lower abdomen twitched nervously.

In order to protect the Egg of Memory so that it can be brought back safely and not be stolen.

The meeting place was set up in a small compartment outside the safe, and there was even an iron fence.

The nearly sealed space makes the entire house completely lack of light.

Yun Xianhe, who was burdened with the "darkness", felt it the most deeply at this moment.

The feeling is the same as before being awakened.

Fortunately, Conan quickly took out his watch-shaped flashlight from his pocket.

Yun Xianhe, who had regained his sight, twirled his fingers somewhat uncomfortably.

Gugu, who had been kept in his pocket the whole time, seemed to sense his uneasiness and pecked his finger with its beak.

"Hmm? ...I'm fine, do you want some millet?"

"Cuckoo."

"Hey? Where did you get the pigeon, Xianhe-kun?"

Yuanzi, who was sitting nearby, was slightly stunned when he heard the voice.

When he saw the pigeon wearing a small top hat in the other person's pocket, his eyes lit up instantly.

"How cute! Xiaolan, look, the pigeon that Xianhe raised is wearing a top hat!"

"Huh?! Really! Wow - Sonoko, look, it actually has a tie!"

No girl can resist a cute creature.

A group of people over there were discussing enthusiastically about the Egg of Memory and some castle.

The three-person team here secretly formed a small circle to discuss a pigeon.

"What's your name?" Sonoko asked.

"Cuckoo."

"Gugu? Such a cute pronunciation."

Seeing that the two seemed to want to touch it, Yun Xianhe reached out and took out the small thing in his pocket and slowly placed it in Yuanzi's hand.

Then he took out his cell phone and typed out the word "Gugu" for them to see.

"These two words are onomatopeia used by flower growers to describe the sound of pigeons."

"Cuckoo!"

Gugu made a sound at the right time.

After listening carefully, Xiaolan and the others exclaimed when they found that it was indeed the case.

Yuanzi suddenly asked curiously:

"Then how do you pronounce my name in flower language?"

"Ling mu yuan zi, the pronunciation is very cute, but the last word "yuan" is a bit difficult to pronounce, you have to slightly curl the sides of your tongue to pronounce it."

Having received the new knowledge, Yuanzi began to try to read his own name using the language of flowers.

Gugu, who was standing on her hand, looked up and tilted his head from time to time, as if he was curious about what strange things this person was reciting.

Xiaolan at the side chuckled and asked curiously:

"What about mine, Mr. Xianhe?"

"Xiao Lan's is a little simpler. The full name is pronounced as mao li lan. Lan means orchid, which is a symbol of purity and elegance among flower growers. It is one of the four gentlemen along with plum, bamboo and chrysanthemum."

Xiaolan read it out again.

The young detective, who had just finished discussing matters related to going to the castle, looked at the three people gathered together, ran over and forced his way closer.

“It feels so cute.”

"Hmm? Sister Xiaolan, what are you doing?"

"Xianhe is teaching us how to say our names in the language of flowers. Oh, by the way, what's Conan's name?"

"Jiang Hu Chuan Ke Nan, speaking of which, Xiaolan, I have a joke to tell you."

The hero suddenly remembered something and rubbed the little detective's head, smiling and saying to Xiaolan:

"Shinichi-kun's Neon pronunciation sounds a bit like a washing machine in the flower language."

"washing machine?"

"It's the one used for washing clothes in the laundromat."

"puff,"

"Hahahahaha! That mystery geek? A washing machine? Hahahaha!"

Xiaolan repeated the pronunciation, blinked blankly, and then laughed.

Compared to her, Yuanzi on the side laughed very wantonly, even rudely.

Gugu was so scared that he quickly ran back into Yun Xianhe's pocket, his little eyes full of confusion.

These humans are really strange.

It was the first time that Conan knew that his name could be translated like this. The corner of his mouth twitched and he looked at Yun Xianhe with crescent eyes.

The latter seemed to notice his sad look.

While covering the child's eyes, he said to Xiaolan and Sonoko:

"But we can't mention this in front of Conan."

"Hey? Why?"

Xiaolan looked at Conan, who had his eyes covered, in confusion. Could it be that...

"Because Conan is not only a relative of Shinichi, but also a die-hard fan of the other."

"Hey?"

When Xiaolan heard this, her eyes turned pale instantly.

Yun Xianhe spoke in a serious tone, as if he had really seen it:

"In the beginning, Conan actually wanted to become a detective under Shinichi, but because Shinichi was not available, he pushed the task to me."

Feeling the little detective's struggle under his palm, the hero continued to fool around without changing his expression:

"Also, Conan's birthday is clearly June 4th, a full month later than Shinichi's, but he insisted on changing it to the same day as Shinichi, and they had a fight over this for a long time."

"Hey?! You must be kidding, right?"

"This is a true story. Shinichi shared the video with me before. I'll show it to you next time."

Of course, it is synthesized by electronic technology.

Yun Xianhe half-closed his eyes and smiled as he spoke. He pointed to the sky above his head with one finger, looking like an unfathomable charlatan:

"And we have a few old sayings in our flower-growing family, 'Appearance is determined by the heart' and 'The more you like someone, the more likely you are to look like them', plus the blood relationship... Don't you think Conan and Shinichi were very similar when they were children?"

Not to mention Xiaolan and Sonoko who were listening to the story, even Maori and others who had just come over thought it was ridiculous.

...But don't say that, if you explain it this way...

Conan, who had finally broken free from Yun Xianhe's restraints, raised his eyes and met the gazes of a group of people.

Except for Mr. Nishino who was not present because he went to release the Egg of Memories, everyone else looked at Conan hesitantly.

Xiaolan looked at the other person who looked very similar to Shinichi, and her mood and expression were a bit complicated:

"So, Conan, you admire Shinichi so much."

"Ahahahaha... Brother Xianhe, didn't we agree not to tell anyone about this?"

The socially frustrated little detective smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

He gritted his teeth and whispered Yun Xianhe, but had to cooperate and start acting.

The latter followed Gugu's head and said to Xiaolan with a smile:

"See, I told you not to say it in front of him. You're just getting angry out of shame."

"..."

He didn't!

This guy, wait for him! When he returns to his original state, he will definitely...

Forget it. Seeing the other person looking so sickly, I simply can't bring myself to do it.

In this wave, everyone who heard this chat was very happy, except the little detective who was completely defeated.