Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"puff,"

Seeing Yun Xianhe looking like a good student, the ghost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing the gentleman looking at him, the ghost maintained his expression for a moment, stared at him and sincerely reflected:

"I'm sorry, sir. Yunyun didn't mean to do that. This is all because of me. If you want to punish someone, punish me."

Yun Xianhe frowned and pulled back the ghost that was blocking him, saying righteously:

"No, it's not the ghost's fault. They made up the story and made the ghost unhappy, so I did it.

Besides, I handed in the challenge first, and they accepted it because they thought I couldn't beat them. There's no reason for them to be beaten because they are not as skilled as them, ugh!"

"Hush! Hey, sir, don't listen to Yunyun's nonsense. You know this child is smart only in studying, but he is still stubborn in other aspects and needs to grow."

Yun Xianhe broke free of the ghost's hand covering his mouth, tilted his head to look at the other party, and said righteously:

"I'm not stubborn. And I was very formal when I sparred with them. I didn't poison or curse them."

The gentleman who heard this raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"So you just used a letter of challenge to beat up everyone in the newspaper?"

"Well, I wrote above that I'm challenging everyone."

"Even the buyers who came to visit, the reporters who had not yet joined the company, and the guards at the door were not spared?"

"Well, they are cheering for the editor-in-chief, so they should be in the same group."

The gentleman's expression was somewhat complicated.

The ghost at the side covered his face with his hands and laughed twice, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"...Yunyun, don't explain anymore. If you continue, we will have to sleep in the cave tonight."

"why?"

"...Sir, please punish me. Yunyun, I will become even more stupid if I get beaten again."

"Hmm? Didn't the ghost say I'm a genius? And even if the master beats me, I won't become stupid."

"..."

Yun Xianhe's tone was too sincere.

The ghost next to him opened his mouth, looked at the other person hesitantly, then snapped his fingers and closed his mouth as if giving up.

Why does this kid always speak the truth?

The man who witnessed the whole process couldn't help laughing out loud.

The ghost breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him smile. At least now he didn't have to worry about Yun Xianhe getting beaten.

"Sir? Did I say something wrong? Are you still angry?"

"You-"

"ah,"

The gentleman took two steps forward, raised his hand and gave Yun Xianhe a slap on the head, then rubbed his hair hard.

"I'm not angry. I just called you to ask if you were hurt."

The ghost who heard this coughed twice awkwardly, looked at the roof, then the floor, and then the air.

As he watched, he raised his eyebrows as if he had suddenly discovered a new world:

"Mr. Bai, you wouldn't..."

The gentleman who noticed his gaze brushed off a small piece of dust on the corner of his clothes as if nothing had happened, and spoke casually as if he was talking about today's weather:

"Just now when I went to deliver the complaint letter, I had a brief discussion with their leader."

"A complaint?"

"Regarding the false reports spread by their newspaper, as a parent, I have the right to hold them accountable on behalf of my children."

The ghost who heard this was stunned for a moment.

The gentleman took out a piece of parchment from the mustard seed space and handed it to the ghost:

"I'm sorry, I acted without consulting you. But... Jing Yan, are you willing to become a family with me and Xian He?"

Heavy parchment was often used for contracts.

In the New Era, this kind of book was also often used to register the family population. The magic on the parchment could automatically count names, information and other data into the overall database, which was very convenient.

The ghost's outstretched hand was trembling slightly.

He half lowered his head, quietly looking at the contract book used for registration, his lips slightly pursed, and his knuckles turning white from the force of gripping the parchment.

"...Mr. Bai, are you going to take me in?"

"We are inviting you to live with us. Don't you like it, Jing Yan?"

"I, I have a lot of bad habits... I have a weird personality... and it's very expensive to support a magician. I don't have..."

"I will find a way to make money, and I will definitely be able to support a ghost."

Yun Xianhe on the side said this solemnly.

The ghost looked at the other party and chuckled, then raised his head to look at the young man standing in front of him, and said in a tense voice:

"why?"

"Well - because Xianhe wants a brother."

"Uh-huh!"

Yun Xianhe, whose name was called, nodded desperately and reached out to grab the ghost's wizard cloak.

This was a little trick that the ghost taught him after they met, to relieve anxiety and tension.

Facing Yun Xianhe's eager gaze, the ghost smiled with relief and took out a pen from the mustard seed space.

"Can I change my name?"

"It's up to you if you like, but isn't the original name good?"

The boy's fingers holding the pen clenched slightly, and his tone was casual with a trembling voice:

"I really like the name Ghost that Xianhe gave me. From now on... just treat "Xing Jingyan" as dead."

"Don't say that."

Yun Xianhe on the side frowned and spoke in a very serious tone.

The ghost, feeling that he was being held tightly in his hands, smiled helplessly:

"Okay, I won't tell you."

Watching the ghost write the new name on the parchment stroke by stroke, Yun Xianhe took a look at the contents.

When he saw the signature of the person in charge at the top was 'Bai Yue Chang Sheng', he was slightly stunned.

"Did you change your name, sir?"

"I wanted to change it before, and I just updated it while I was doing business this time."

"Sir, do you think Bai Yuesheng is not nice?"

"It doesn't matter if it sounds good or not, I just think that taking the immortality given by a friend is a good choice, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe seemed to be thinking about something and turned to look at the ghost.

"Is that also the Ghost's previous name?"

"An old fortune teller gave me this name, based on the ancient saying, 'The sky does not speak, but shows people through images, blessing and shining, auspicious stars and auspicious clouds.' He said I was a good omen, so he gave me this name. ... Haha."

After writing the word "ghost", the parchment automatically tightened and turned into a handful of shiny dust and disappeared.

The person who wrote the name held the brother he had just gotten with one hand and rubbed his hair fiercely:

"I don't want to be a mascot. Ghost is the perfect name for me!"

"Hair, ghost!"

[“Hey, here, Yun——”]

Knock, knock,

"Brother Xianhe? What's wrong? I heard you shouting something? Brother Xianhe?"

The sudden intrusion of voices interrupted the memories.

In the darkness, someone walked to the middle of the room and sat on the floor.

He blinked blankly and subconsciously reached out to grab the phantom in front of him.

"If we want to celebrate, how about going to that store on the corner?"

"Cuckoo?"

In front of him, the pigeon tilted its head as it watched Yun Xianhe entertain himself for a while.

The phantom in front of my eyes flashed, turned into crystal fragments and disappeared in mid-air.

Yun Xianhe, who couldn't see anything at all, stretched out his hand and tried to catch the dust, but accidentally touched Gugu.

The gentle touch of the feathers felt like a sharp blade, piercing him so much that he suddenly withdrew his hand.

The boy's beautiful heterochromatic pupils shrank, as if he had been greatly frightened:

"Who? ...Gugu?"

"Cuckoo!"

Bang bang bang!

"Brother Xianhe!"

The knocks on the door became more and more urgent.

Yun Xianhe felt that if he didn't open the door, the other party would send someone to break down the door, so he fumbled to get up and took out his flashlight from his system backpack.

"what happened?"

"Xianhe's room? Did something happen to him?!"

People who heard the knock on the door in nearby rooms gathered in the corridor.

Just as Conan was about to explain and ask everyone to follow him to break the door open, the door in front of him suddenly opened.

Yun Xianhe held a flashlight in one hand and leaned against the door frame with the other, with a look of confusion on his face, as if he had been woken up.

"What happened Conan?"

"Are you OK?"

"Hmm? I'm fine."

The little detective looked suspiciously at Yun Xianhe, who looked calm, and peered into the room curiously.

The room was very clean and the bed was not messy at all.

Was the other person sitting on the floor? Thinking? Or did he suddenly faint?!

Why are you holding a flashlight? Isn't the light switch right there?

Conan felt that something was wrong with Yun Xianhe the more he looked at him. He frowned and looked up at him seriously:

"you are sick."

"Ah."

"…You admit it?! Where does it hurt? Is it serious?"

"Stop, stop, stop."

Conan is being held down with one hand as if he will explode in the next second.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the other people in the corridor who were looking at him, raised his hand and pushed up his glasses:

"It's just that I've been feeling a bit night blind these past few days. I forgot to turn on the light when I entered the house just now and tripped."

"……what?"

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe with a face full of doubt, as if asking: Do you think I'm easy to fool?

"if not?"

Yun Xianhe flicked Conan's forehead with his finger in amusement, half leaned forward and said:

"So I won't go when you guys go to the castle tomorrow."

"Hey? Xianhe, aren't you going?"

Kosaka Natsumi and others who had just come over to show concern for each other were slightly stunned, and the people behind them had different expressions.

If I go, I will definitely have to decrypt it. It might be a lot easier if I have someone like this with me.

"No, I just happen to have other things to do."

Yun Xianhe rubbed the little detective's head with one hand.

The latter looked at him with crescent eyes:

"what's up?"

"Hehehe—it's a secret."