Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

knock --

"Xianhe? Can I come in?"

The untrimmed thorns on the branches cut my fingers.

The slight tingling sensation made Yun Xianhe's hand pause for a moment, and the bizarre scene from another world faded away again.

The brave man came back to his senses and blinked his heterochromatic eyes blankly, then came back to his senses in an instant.

He calmly pressed his injured finger on a large petal to cover the wound, and responded to the outside of the door:

"Of course, please come in, Mr. Guang."

Zhu Fu Jingguang opened the door and first glanced around the room before fixing his gaze on Yun Xianhe who was sitting in front of the workbench.

The other person was holding an uncut flower branch in his hand, and the small casserole on the table was full of petals.

"What's wrong?"

"Dinner is ready, do you want to go down and eat?"

"Ah, I'll finish the rest before I go down."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe flipped through the small pile of flowers that had not yet been disassembled in front of him and explained with a smile:

"Mr. Guang, go eat first. These flowers need to be prepared while they are fresh, otherwise the food will change color."

"……it is good."

After confirming again and again that there was nothing wrong with Yun Xianhe, Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly closed the door.

He stood at the door and waited for a while, and vaguely heard someone inside the house mutter:

"You are right, sir should like it."

You? Who?

Sir... Did Xianhe remember his husband? Was the birthday present made for him?

Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression was not good.

He carefully recalled the message Conan sent him late last night, except for the fact that Yun Xianhe had night blindness.

It also includes the two points of 'possible sudden fainting' and 'vague visual hallucinations'.

The former is uncertain, but the latter seems to have some signs at the moment.

Zhu Fujingguang stood at the door for a while.

I could vaguely hear occasional laughter and people talking to themselves coming from the room.

It was clear that no one responded to Yun Xianhe, but the other party did answer every question.

Zhu Fujingguang's raised hand stopped in front of the door handle.

Then he dropped his head helplessly at the faint laughter coming from the other person's house.

"…Have I been lonely for too long?"

·

Wash the disassembled petals, add water and boil until it becomes a paste, then dry it over high heat.

Add a full bottle of adhesive.

Then add dragon feather powder, scale powder and finely ground jade powder.

After mixing everything evenly, pour it into the mold and let it cool. It can be demoulded only after it is completely cooled.

[Ding, the punishment for the 'World of White and Black' ends. ]

The phantoms around him dissipated along with the stagnant memory.

The scenery in front of him was colorful again, which made Yun Xianhe feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.

He glanced at the linen-white liquid in the mold, then at the petals of various sizes scattered around the workbench, and finally stopped at the scratch on his fingertips that had not healed.

The riot of colours, and this blinding crimson:

"A long-lost scene..."

Yun Xianhe smiled twice.

The man who had been sitting still for a long time stretched himself, shook his arms, and then rubbed his stiff neck.

He muttered to himself, very satisfied with the first material he had made in the dark.

"Then we just have to wait until it's dry and then slice it and it's done."

Yun Xianhe looked up at the clock on the wall.

At 9:00 p.m., it was completely dark outside the window.

The intelligent lighting system that was specially installed in the house was triggered and started automatically, so much so that Yun Xianhe didn't even notice the time.

Realizing belatedly that his stomach was empty, he rubbed his belly twice and decided to get up and go downstairs to find something to eat.

The living room looks dark without lights on.

A faint light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows with no curtains drawn, onto the wooden floor, barely illuminating the plush carpet.

No one knew where Zhu Fu Jingguang had gone.

But it was so late, Yun Xianhe guessed that the other party was probably asleep in the room.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lighten his steps, groping for the handrail of the stairs and slowly going down the stairs.

The closer you are to the living room, the clearer the view.

The young man stood barefoot on the carpet, glanced at the snacks on the table in the meager moonlight, then tilted his head to look at the courtyard outside the window.

The moonlight roses I planted before are growing very well.

Because of the irregular seasons in Conan's world, it has now covered half of the courtyard wall.

The white buds are bathed in the moonlight and sway quietly in the evening breeze.

Yun Xianhe stared blankly for a while, then opened the window and walked to the outer corridor, looking at the nearly full moon in the distant sky, and raised the corners of his lips slightly:

"Good evening."

As I recall, the place where I first lived with Mr., Ghost and others also had a backyard full of roses.

Before they moved, he and Ghost spent most of their time in the small garden after school every day.

Read books, experiment with new magic, share some strange stories...

[Sizzle——]

It looked like someone had pulled out an old record player that they had bought at an antique shop.

After a slightly ominous sound, a classic dance music resounded in the night sky.

【“Want to dance with us?”】

The ghost took off his wizard robe and slightly rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his white wrists with faintly visible purple veins.

The other party bent slightly towards the brave man and made a standard invitation gesture.

In the summer when Yun Xianhe was 14 years old,

Because of an unexpected accident, he was unable to attend the graduation ceremony, and the ghost gave him a performance to open the party.

Yun Xianhe looked at the loudspeaker a little nervously, then looked at the ghost who was half-bending in front of him and still waiting for his reply. He was very straightforward.

"I can not dance."

He had only seen relevant introductions in books and had never put it into practice.

[“It’s okay. I’ll teach you. Look, put one hand on my shoulder first, and then the other hand…”]

On the grass on a moonlit night,

The ghost, who didn't know much about dancing, was directing Yun Xianhe's movements while starting to think about whether there were any universal dance steps.

Yun Xianhe, whose limbs were originally a little stiff, gradually relaxed under the influence of the moonlight and music.

The cheerful drum beats of the music seemed to be dancing in the air with every step he took, making people unable to help but smile.

[“Is it nice? I composed this song myself.”]

"I like it, it sounds good! Ghost is awesome!"

[“Hahaha, you need to learn how to use compliments from your teacher.”]

Barefoot people strolled in the courtyard under the moonlight, performing standard dance moves.

The slightly long white hair blocked the gentleness and trance in his eyes, leaving only a chin with a faint smile for people to imagine.

The intermittent tune swirled in his throat, and the roses rustled in the night wind, as if they were harmonizing with him.

A very beautiful scene.

If the other person hadn't been talking to himself at the beginning, if he hadn't had that dazed look on his face at that moment.

On the balcony of a room on the second floor, Zhu Fu Jingguang and Conan stared in amazement at the people dancing in the yard downstairs, and for a moment they didn't know how to react.

"…Did you hear that? His reaction just now meant that someone was inviting him, right?"

The young detective nervously pointed his finger at Yun Xianhe downstairs. In order not to disturb him, he even subconsciously lowered his voice.

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded solemnly:

"No signs of danger have been found yet, that is..."

Very worrying.

The song is over.

The person who had improvised and was dancing alone downstairs said goodbye to the empty place and stood up to go back to the room to finish his meal.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something on the second-floor balcony. After seeing it clearly, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows:

"Mr. Guang?"

Zhu Fujing, who was originally planning to hide, paused.

Thinking about Yun Xianhe's abnormal behavior just now, he took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out.

When he stood up, Conan, who was hiding nearby, was also exposed.

"Conan? Why are you here? Are you here to play with Mr. Guang tonight?"

When their eyes met, the young detective smiled awkwardly at Yun Xianhe and followed Zhu Fu Jingguang downstairs.

Seeing that neither of them responded to him, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows and rubbed his chin with his hand.

"What's going on here?"

·

At the dining table, the brave man, holding his own dinner, ate it with big mouthfuls.

Conan and Morobushi Kagemitsu, who were sitting on the other side of the table, stared at the person who was eating so happily, but did not say a word.

"Thank you for the treat - has Mr. Guang's cooking skills improved? It tastes better than the previous meal."

Those who put down their bowls and chopsticks with satisfaction are not stingy with their praise.

However, this time, Zhufu Jingguang only expressed his gratitude politely, but the expression on his face did not become relaxed.