Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"I've already told Mr. Midorikawa."

"…I gave you that bracelet so that you could call me at any time when you were in danger, not to expose my shortcomings."

"Oh, it seems that Sister Xiaolan and the others have already disembarked. I have to catch up with them."

Yun Xianhe, who was still on the deck of the ship, looked at Conan who was leisurely getting off the ship with dead eyes and raised his fist angrily.

Damn little detective!

[“The sea! This is the first time I’ve seen the sea!”]

Seagulls flew over the harbor.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing by the boat, turned around and glanced at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance.

A bizarre world gradually appears before our eyes.

The boy-sized healer said as he skipped around him, his sparkling eyes more beautiful than the shallow sea illuminated by the sun.

[“Ah! Ah Yun, look! There are fish over there! Are there any shells?”]

"If you have one, how about I make it into a dagger for you?"

[“Great! Ayun is the best!”]

[“It’s so hot… Yun——Help…”]

The magician, who felt like he was about to melt, was half hanging on Yun Xianhe.

I wish I could take out my baton and perform some ice and snow magic on the spot.

[“This place is great. Does anyone have a new marine species illustration?”]

【"Give."】

[“Oh——Thank you sir! I’ll see if I can get something to eat for lunch.”]

Uncle Shitou reached out and took the brick book handed over by the gentleman, and began to look for the biological community that was suitable for this sea area - mainly edible things.

Cotton Moon Eyes, who was holding a large leaf to block the sun, complained:

[“Uncle Shi, you must watch carefully this time.”]

【"Easy to say, easy to say."】

The listless magician whispered to the hero:

[“What are you going to give this time?”]

"Haha, I haven't thought about it yet."

[“It takes a month to walk from here to the nearest city-state. There is no time to buy books.”]

"I bought it last time I was in town."

The brave man blinked cunningly, with a hint of showing off.

The ghost next to him was furious:

[“Ah! So you remember, that’s right, how could you not remember… Wait, Yun, why didn’t you remind me?!”]

"Hahaha, because I bought it a month ago, and I didn't expect we would go this far."

When the ghost mentioned this, his expression became a little distorted, and he gritted his teeth:

[“…It’s all the fault of those dragons! What should we do?! Sir, he…”]

【"What's wrong, ghost?"】

The sound behind him startled the ghost.

He turned to look at the gentleman who had walked over at some point, and smiled awkwardly:

[“No, I was… discussing with Yun what Mr. will prepare for us for lunch today!”]

At this point, Ghost glanced at Uncle Shitou, who was excitedly pulling out the fishing net, and his expression became serious:

[“We must not let Uncle Shitou cook.”]

[“Hey, little ghost, your uncle’s cooking is delicious, right?”]

[“…Uncle Shitou, you must make sure to see which one is edible. I don’t want to see the dancing little man anymore.”]

[“Hey! How can fish be the same as mushroom? Look at this, what the hell is this mushroom fish?”]

The 1.9-meter-tall sturdy man took a look at the illustrated book he had just flipped through - a fish with mushrooms growing on its head.

The pink fish is very beautiful, and the mushroom cap on its head looks like a witch's hat.

A bold note below the picture: It has a very strong hallucinogenic effect.

Uncle Shitou was stunned. He didn't understand and had the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

[“Why are there mushrooms in the water!”]

The sturdy man cursed and flipped through a few more pages, determined to find something edible and normal-looking.

On the other side, he stretched the cotton ball with sunscreen on his face, took out the RPG in the mustard space and walked to the beach:

[“Never mind, let’s kill it first and fish it out and see if we can eat it.”]

[“Good idea! And the cotton girl has to be open-minded!”]

Seeing the two people over there about to fry fish, the gentleman, feeling a little uneasy, hurried over.

The ghost who stayed where he was breathed a sigh of relief and poked Yun Xianhe's cheek:

[“What should I do with the gift? Although my husband doesn’t really like crowds, but it’s the same every year, there’s no sense of surprise at all.”]

"Will you discuss this with Cotton and the others later?"

“Good idea.”

[“Ayun! Look, I found a really big shell! There seems to be a crab here too!”]

"I'll be right there."

"Xianhe? Xianhe!"

The familiar voice made Yun Xianhe pause.

The bizarre colors before my eyes suddenly collapsed, leaving only a black and white world seen after being affected by the disease.

There seemed to be a faint smell of ebony lingering on the empty side of his body, as well as the residual warmth and weight of the other person's hand on his shoulder.

The cries of seagulls flew overhead, and the pigeon in my pocket poked its head out, looking around curiously.

The wind of reality blew up the hair on the boy's forehead and took away the remnants of his dream.

“…see you later.”

Yun Xianhe smiled faintly and murmured.

He looked down at the deck which he was about to step out of, then looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was standing on the dock not far away.

The other person puts his hands on his mouth as if amplifying a sound.

Seeing him looking at him, Zhu Fu Jingguang waved at him, with a look of worry between his brows.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Guang. I was just engrossed in the scenery. I'll be down right away."

"No hurry, go slow."

The boy raised his hand and pushed his glasses down, returning to his usual appearance in the blink of an eye.

Yun Xianhe, who had just gotten off the boat, looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was coming towards him and said with a smile:

"Thank you for picking me up, Mr. Guang. How have you been these past two days? Did you go to hang out with Mr. Amuro and the others?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to take the gift from Yun Xianhe's hand, and looked him up and down inconspicuously, finally focusing on the other's eyes.

"Conan said you can't see."

"??? Huh? This is slander! I'm obviously fine! I don't even have a headache or a fever!"

After hearing this, the brave man couldn't stop mumbling.

He said that he was doing it for Conan's safety, but this guy stabbed him in the back...

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the person who kept complaining with amusement, and the uneasiness in his heart dissipated a little.

However, although the other party seemed to be fine, was he talking to himself just now?

…No, it’s more like a conversation with someone.

Ignore Yun Xianhe's comment that Conan actually prefers playing with Kid and Heiji.

Zhu Fu Jingguang put the luggage into the trunk of the car and asked casually:

"What was Xianhe doing on the deck just now?"

"Hmm? To see the scenery."

Yun Xianhe replied naturally, and seeing Zhu Fu Jingguang was about to say something, he got into the car first:

"Let's go get something to eat later. I heard there's a seafood restaurant at the port that tastes pretty good."

"Xianhe, do you want to eat? Then let's eat outside at noon."

"Good!"

Was it an illusion? Was he overthinking it?

...It should just be mumbling to myself.

The two had dinner outside.

On the way home, Yun Xianhe asked Zhu Fu Jingguang to drive him to the mall to buy a bunch of flowers and various strange materials, and then moved them all into the locked studio.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was setting foot there for the first time, couldn't help but take a look.

The room was spacious and surprisingly clean, without any dust that had been there for a long time.

Apart from a large workbench, there were only some art materials piled on the bookshelf.

On the easel in the corner was a large painting covered with white cloth, and it was impossible to tell whether there was anything painted inside.

"Mr. Guang, just put those flowers on the workbench."

"it is good."

After putting away his things, Yun Xianhe pulled out a large toolbox from the cabinet. Zhu Fu Jingguang took a curious look at it:

"Xianhe, do you want to do handicrafts?"

"Well—it's a birthday present."

"Birthday?"

"The day with the biggest moon in August is sir's birthday. I plan to continue the tradition of our team."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe took out his mobile phone and calculated the date. He felt that he should be in time.

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang remembered the young man with long gray-green hair whom he had seen in his dream.

When he smiles, he is unnaturally gentle, but when he doesn't smile, he is like ruthless ice.

Yun Xianhe took out a pair of disposable gloves from the toolbox and put them on, then began to tear off the petals of the flowers on the table.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need. A gift has to be made by yourself to show your thoughtfulness. Mr. Guang, go and do your own thing. I'll be out as soon as I'm done."

"it is good."

The door is closed.

The only sound in the quiet room was the shattering of petals.

Someone reached out and placed a large bunch of light-colored flowers on the table, adding color to the scenery within sight.

The tool bench turned into a long table covered with a soft cloth, and the rustling sound of leaves in the wind came to my ears.

[“This should be enough, right? If not, I’ll go and get some more.”]

The ghost patted the petals on his body, reached out and picked out the extra blade of grass and threw it away.

I looked through it carefully again to make sure there were no flowers that were not growing well.

"The elective course 'Plant Growth and Decay Evolution' that I took came in handy."

The ghost smacked his lips when he heard Yun Xianhe's words.

The baton in his hand lightly tapped the gauze-wrapped brow, and his tone was somewhat emotional:

[“The textbook for that course was really thick. At that time, I almost thought I would not be able to graduate. It was also at that time that I suddenly thought that becoming an adventurer might not be a bad idea.”]

"Hahaha, adventurers need to memorize a lot of subjects, and there are also a lot of outdoor physical fitness tests."

[“Well, that’s true. It’s more comfortable to lie down and read in the house.”]