Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[Ding, due to the change in the event line, Qian Jiangyi avoided death, and the 'redemption program' was activated]

[It has been detected that among the children of luck in the current world, ten people have reached a recognition rate of more than 70% for the host]

[Redemption Program Upgrade——]

【loading——】

Yun Xianhe, who was waving goodbye to Kidd, paused, took a step back and leaned against the door frame as if nothing had happened.

Conan, who was still thinking, looked up.

Looking at the other person's narrowed eyes, he subconsciously asked:

"What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, nothing."

Yun Xianhe snorted as he looked at the system panel, then looked up at the black and white starry sky for a while.

As expected, the person who contributed the last spot was Kidd.

[Ding, the patched version of the redemption program has been loaded. ]

[The redemption effect of characters who are not the children of destiny in this world has been reduced across the board. 】

[In the future, we will adopt a cumulative penalty mode. It is detected that the character Qianjiang 7 is of low importance, and the cumulative penalty is %. 】

[When the accumulation reaches 100%, a penalty will be drawn from the weak files. ]

[Ding, the event change penalty has been drawn. ]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: "As if in a dream" (one-time), which lasts for one week.]

[Now issued. ]

It's okay, at least it doesn't look like an outbreak.

But it seemed like a dream? He remembered that this word meant 'like a dream'? What did it mean?

[“Yun, what happened?! Why is there dust on your clothes and blood on your hands?! Are you hurt?!”]

Yun Xianhe, who had just opened the system panel with his mind, paused, and looked towards the open space on the side with his half-closed heterochromatic eyes in disbelief.

The 15-year-old boy in a wizard's robe stood there quietly.

The other person's slightly widened fruit green eyes were full of astonishment. The scar across the eyes still left permanent marks of magical burns because of untimely rescue.

He stared at Yun Xianhe for a while, then seemed to have guessed something and said in disbelief:

[“You, are you going to fight?!”]

"…ghost?"

"Brother Xianhe? Who are you talking to?"

Conan's voice brought Yun Xianhe back to his senses.

The hero's heterochromatic eyes blinked, and when he looked again, there was no one in front of him. Even the vivid colors just now seemed like a dream.

Wait, doesn't he still have 'White and Black'?

So the colored ghost I just saw was the teenage version...

At the same time, the system panel displayed the introduction of "As if in a dream":

【What I saw reflected what I remembered, as if in a dream. 】

[You will have certain hallucinations because of the things you have been thinking about recently and the memories you have recalled. ]

[This disease has no painful effect on the body and can easily cause people to sink. ]

[The auxiliary system is here to remind you in a friendly way. Please be careful and don’t let people around you notice your abnormality. You may be forcibly captured...]

The intelligent care and reminder services provided by the Crossing Bureau are as considerate as ever.

I don’t know what the mental state of the people who wrote these automatic prompt voice messages was.

It’s hard to say whether they are using some case from a senior’s assignment as teaching material.

After reading the introduction, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and pressed it on Conan's head, then turned his head to avoid the other's worried gaze.

The brave man looked at the black sea level in the distance, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Then he laughed briefly, his joyful voice mixed with a slight tremor and a sigh full of loneliness:

"Nothing. ... I just suddenly remembered something."

…experience past memories in person?

Conan skillfully pulled Yun Xianhe's hand away from his head.

He frowned and looked the man in front of him carefully from head to toe.

But other than the red knuckles, the other person didn't seem to be in any discomfort.

I always feel like there's something being hidden from him.

Conan here has already started thinking about what kind of disease will not cause pain and is not easily detected by others.

After a brief brainstorm, Yun Xianhe suddenly came up with an idea.

If he kept thinking about that group of people, would he be able to keep seeing them?

Even though it’s just a phantom of the past…it doesn’t seem bad, does it?

Just think of it as reading a memoir.

The brave man who has figured it out looks at this "As if in a Dream" again, and suddenly finds it a little more pleasing to the eye.

This is a holographic image that can be viewed anytime and anywhere.

"Brother Xianhe? Xianhe? Xianhe!"

"Hmm? Going back to eat?"

"…Well, Mr. Nishino just said that dinner is ready."

"Okay, let's go. I feel like I'm going to starve to death if I don't eat."

The brave man stretched himself, laughed bitterly twice, and rubbed his lower abdomen with his hands.

Conan, who was following behind the other person, had a serious expression on his face.

But until the two of them parted and he watched Yun Xianhe return to his room, he didn't notice anything unusual about the other person.

Apart from the occasional daze, the other party was extremely normal.

Like, deliberately normal?

·

The door was closed and the room was dark without any lights on.

Yun Xianhe, who suffers from night blindness, stood by the door.

The heterochromatic eyes stared blankly at the dark surroundings and finally stopped at the front left.

The young ghost froze there, looking at him with some worry, as if waiting for his reply.

The grown-up hero first gave a short laugh, then mobilized the memories in his mind.

The next moment, the person who was standing still seemed to be endowed with a soul.

The other person ran over, nervously grabbed his hand and looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no wounds.

[“So, why don’t you tell me what you did?”]

Although the scene cannot be seen, the people are exactly the same.

Yun Xianhe felt like he had returned to that cold winter.

It should be snowing season, but outside the window it is raining heavily.

The dampness in the air combined with the biting cold wind mixed into the lungs and made the whole body hurt, as if suffocating.

It was like the stabbing pain in his heart when he saw the ghost's eyes that seemed to be covered with fog.

He was only 14 years old at that time.

He has not yet learned the basics of expressing his emotions, and clumsily uses the human knowledge he has learned to avenge his best friend.

"I beat the crap out of those guys."

“…Ah? Wait, you’re not going to beat up everyone at the newspaper office, are you?!”

"Ah."

Looking at Yun Xianhe nodding expressionlessly.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He held Yun Xianhe's shoulders with both hands, and his whole body was shaking with laughter, as if he was hit by a laughing magic used for pranks.

"You, haha! You wouldn't just go to the newspaper office, kick the door, and then rush up and beat someone up?"

"Well, I handed in the challenge, and they had no reason to trouble me afterwards."

“Hahaha!! How could, haha, how could someone challenge a newspaper? Hahahaha!”

"…Find a reasonable way to beat someone up?"

"Hahaha! Good idea! Take me with you next time, hahaha!"

For the first time, the man who had been expressionless for many days laughed so loudly.

It was as if he wanted to roar out all the unhappiness, sadness, hatred... that was suppressed in his heart... mixed in with his laughter.

Yun Xianhe watched quietly. When he felt that the tension that had been on the other party's mind recently seemed to have relaxed, he let out a sigh of relief and also revealed a faint smile.

After laughing for a while, the ghost slowly stood up.

He looked at the stupid guy in front of him and reached out to pinch his face:

"You're so handsome, man."

Yun Xianhe smiled brightly after being praised.

Then, as if he thought of something, the curve of his mouth corners gradually converged, and he even became a little uneasy.

"What's wrong? Are you suddenly unhappy?"

The person being asked frowned slightly and lowered his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about the most complicated problem in the class:

"This is my first fight, will you be angry if you know?"

"……Why?"

"When I saw the kids next door fighting, their parents looked very angry. They even resorted to violence."

The scene fell silent for a while.

Yun·First fight·Xian·Although I won, something seemed wrong·He,

When You was a child, he often fought and was often lectured.

The two sides looked at each other for a while.

Yun Xianhe, who had never seen the master get angry, spoke first:

"Sir, you won't be angry, right?"

"I think so. Mr. Bai is a nice guy. And he's been busy lately. He probably won't be back in the short term, uh..."

The ghost looked out the window at the gentleman who had just passed by in the yard.

It was hard to tell whether the other person's expressionless look was good or bad, but at least he had never seen it very often.

"...Yunyun, I think we might need to run away."

"Hey?"

Click,

The sound of the door lock turning startled the two people in the room.

They turned to look at the door at the same time. The usually gentle gentleman was now standing there expressionlessly, looking a little angry.

The ghost opened his mouth, wanting to say a few good words for his little friend.

But the other person's heterochromatic eyes, one red and one white, just glanced at him lightly, and he was speechless.

It must be said that Yun Xianhe was worthy of being raised by the other party, they look exactly the same.

"Idle Crane."

"To!"