Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Several people left the reception room of the safe and prepared to return to their respective rooms to rest.

Conan followed behind Yun Xianhe until they were the only two left, then he complained with a half-moon eye:

"What did you mean by those things just now? That's weird. And where do you have a video to give to Xiaolan?"

"Just to remind you, remember that you are Edogawa Conan now, don't reveal your identity again."

"Hai Hai Yi——"

Yun Xianhe, who had just opened the door, touched Conan's head.

The Gugu in his pocket nagged his wrist jealously, causing Yun Xianhe to chuckle.

"Eat grain?"

"Cuckoo!"

Conan watched Yun Xianhe put the pigeon on the table, and then took out a small plate of grains from somewhere.

Looking at the pigeon that was eating so greasy, the little detective said with a half-moon eye:

"So where did you get all these things?"

"I bought it."

System Mall, as long as it is a world that has been unlocked,

Anything from a small screw to an indescribable giant pet can be purchased.

"By the way, Xianhe, do you have any clues about the person who attacked Kidd last night?"

"Not at all, but judging by how enthusiastically the four people present were about the Egg of Memory, I have some suspicion that someone wanted to kill people and steal the treasure."

"Killing people and stealing treasure?! Wait, why do you think the criminal is among these four?!"

Conan was stunned when he heard this.

Yun Xianhe pulled a chair over and sat down in front of the other person, counting on his fingers:

"Except for the embassy visitor who is fine now, the remaining three people all have problems."

"Qian Jiangyi, art dealers like these are more or less dishonest. It's common for them to hire thugs to rob, kill people and steal goods."

"Hanchuan Long, this person is unlikely to be a robber, but he is not a good person."

"Finally, the one I doubt the most and who has the biggest problems is Pu Siqinglan."

After listening to Yun Xianhe's analysis, Conan was stunned for a moment:

"Pusi Qinglan?"

"Well, she's not from the flower-growing family."

"Huh?! Does that mean her identity is fake?!"

"That's right. Compared to the three people who dared to directly reveal their identities, this person who is currently hiding his identity and has gun calluses on his hands is the most suspicious."

Conan remembered Yun Xianhe's words "fake and inferior products" before. Was he referring to Pu Si?!

And it was exactly as the other party said.

Forging an identity to sneak into this trip...what exactly does the other party want to do?

"Do you need me to get some clues?"

"Uncover her words,"

knock --

There was a brief knock on the door. Yun Xianhe gestured to Conan to keep quiet and stood up to open the door.

The moment the door opened, the brave man realized that someone was filming him with a camera and subconsciously reached out his hand.

The raised knife hand almost hit Hanchuan Long's neck.

Hanchuan couldn't help shivering when he felt a cold wind blowing on his neck, and looked at Yun Xianhe with some fear.

The heterochromatic eyes behind the other person's silver-framed glasses looked a little sharp due to his subconscious reaction.

"Hmm? Brother Xianhe, who is it?"

"W-What are you going to do?!"

"I should be the one asking you this, right? It's very rude to take photos of others without their permission."

Yun Xianhe stopped in time, looked at the trembling Hanchuan, and pushed up his glasses.

"Mr. Hanchuan, you'd better restrain yourself a little. You'll easily get beaten if you keep doing this."

"What do you care! I filmed it, so what! Who do you think you are?"

Hanchuan Long, who was being lectured, was obviously in a bad mood and kept cursing.

But considering Yun Xianhe's skills just now, he didn't dare to take action.

The heterochromatic pupils behind the boy's glasses gradually darkened, and he looked expressionless as if he had already thought of how to dispose of the body.

Being stared at by the other party with a deadly expression, Hanchuan Long gradually stopped talking.

As soon as he put away the camera, he turned around and left, muttering something to himself.

Conan, who had just come out of the room and didn't see what happened, took a look:

"What's up with him?"

"Maybe he was scared by me and was just pretending to be angry."

"Hey? Brother Xianhe, what did you do?"

"Because he was too sensitive to the camera, I subconsciously wanted to beat him up."

Hearing this, Conan's mouth twitched and he looked up at Yun Xianhe:

"Brother Xianhe, are you camera-phobic?"

"A little bit, but more of disgust."

Conan could see an expression of obvious disgust on Yun Xianhe's face. This was the first time he had seen it.

"Because of your friend?"

"……Um."

Yun Xianhe pinched his brows when he thought of the bad memories.

In fact, some of it was due to my own reasons, but more of it was because of my friends.

Ghost is something of a celebrity.

As the eldest son of a famous magician family and the most gifted genius to appear in many years, it can be said that he has been the focus of attention since birth.

The ghost, who was hailed as a genius, was therefore too precocious and developed a dislike for people.

But no one paid attention to this.

Because most magicians have strange temperaments and there are many who don't like crowds, it won't cause any sensation.

The reporters have also become accustomed to Ghost's indifference.

After reporting for a few years, they found that there was nothing to write, so they turned their attention to the ghostly family members who liked to cooperate with them.

Even Yun Xianhe, who had just become friends with the ghost, was not left behind.

However, after Yun Xianhe changed from maintaining a smile at the beginning to refusing to answer with a cold face, they stopped pestering him.

Compared to those boastful "classmates", who would be willing to interview an uncooperative stone?

Until that winter.

After that fire that turned the gray sky red, everything changed.

In such a huge family, in the end only the ghost was left, who was rescued by Yun Xianhe at his life's risk.

“I hate journalists.”

That was the first time Yun Xianhe saw an obvious expression of disgust on a ghost's face.

The reporters at the newspaper don't care how pathetic you are.

They only know about the eye-catching headlines like "The last orphan of the Xing family" and "The suspected blind magic genius".

Everyone wanted first-hand exclusive reports, and countless interviews and talks came pouring in.

The sharp questions seemed to be the embers of that day.

He clung to the wizard's robe, trying to tear off the last bit of disguise on him and completely drown the bruised and battered boy in the icy river in the coldest days of winter.

After being rejected, they began to take a series of actions such as stalking and secretly taking photos.

The reporters who smelled the blood were even more terrifying than the enemy Yun Xianhe faced for the first time.

'Have you seen the face of your enemy? Will you seek revenge?'

[“Sorry, no comment.”]

"Now you are the only one left in the Xing family. Do you think you can survive?"

【"I have no idea."】

"Eyes are a symbol of magic power. May I ask if your power has decreased now?"

【"No comment."】

"I heard that you were rescued by someone. Who was that person?"

【“…No comment.”】

'Have you seen the admission notice issued by the Saint Di Orphanage? Will you choose them?'

【“…”】

At that time, the boy, who was still very fond of laughing in private, now stood on the stage like a puppet.

A long, hideous scar ran from the other person's left eyebrow to the corner of his right eye.

The pair of fruit green pupils that had not yet been covered were dim and lifeless, like a forest in fog.

The gloomy feeling pressed down by the hood seemed to pull him into the darkness called loneliness.

The overwhelming amount of false reports caught the attention of those who were unaware of the truth and made them rich.

[“Yun, when are we going to go on an adventure?”]

[“…Haha, you found me? I just wanted to go to a place where no one knows me and there aren’t many people around.”]

[“You should be very happy, right?”]

A look of loneliness yet expectation.

The man who was not yet a hero did not know how to comfort his first friend, and could only respond with a hug to that frail figure.

[“They are wrong, Ghost, you, me and the sir. They are all lying.”]

The ghost felt that the person hugging him seemed to be trembling. He was stunned for a moment, hugged the other person carefully, and called out hesitantly:

【"cloud?"】

【“…Don’t be sad. I will avenge you.”】

"Xianhe-kun - do you want to go talk to Xiaolan and the others?"

The voices of Sonoko and others coming from the other end of the corridor awakened the dazed hero.

Yun Xianhe pinched his brows and responded casually:

"it is good."

"Cuckoo?"

"ah,!"

Mr. Nishino, who had just walked over, was obviously frightened by the Gugu that flew out of the room. He covered his mouth and nose and backed away repeatedly.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the other person, reached out and grabbed Gugu and threw him into the room:

"I'm going out to play, Gugu, you stay and look after the house."

Gugu: “???”

Seeing Yun Xianhe considerately tidy up his clothes and wipe his hands with a handkerchief, Mr. Xiye put down his hands and bowed to him slightly apologetically:

"I'm so sorry Mr. Yun."

"It's okay, it should be fine now."

"Hey, Mr. Nishino, are you allergic to feathers?"

Conan on the side asked with pretended curiosity.

The latter smiled embarrassedly, which was considered as an answer to the question.

"So Mr. Nishino is also afraid of something."

"Ms. Sonoko..."

Being teased, Mr. Nishino begged for mercy with a wry smile.

A few of them walked towards Xiaolan's room, chatting and laughing.

Conan, who was at the end, couldn't help but look at Yun Xianhe a few more times.

Obviously, he was still a little concerned about the other party's reminiscence just now:

"Does Xianhe hate all cameras?"

"No, I just hate reporters who ask tricky questions and people who deliberately take photos."

When I opened the door and met Hanchuan just now,

One reason was because it was a subconscious reaction, and the other was because the other person's smile was so strange.

It made him feel uncomfortable all over, so he took action reflexively.

"So that's why you didn't react much when Brother Kakutani was filming in the Snow Mountain Villa?"

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows when asked, rubbed Conan's head with his hand, and explained slowly:

"I still feel a little uncomfortable. If you could get the videotape of that day, you would find that there weren't many shots of me in it."

"Hey?"

"Lowering one's presence in public is a skill that detectives can learn. It's very useful for covert investigations."

Conan was thoughtful after hearing this.

I always feel like there is one more thing I need to learn.