Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

drip, drip, drip

The person on the hospital bed had his eyelashes trembling slightly, and they slowly opened as the regular sound of the intensive care unit sounded.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes seemed to have not yet reacted to where he was, and closed impatiently.

So loud...and smells so bad.

The smell of disinfectant made Yun Xianhe frown slightly.

Even though his mind was dizzy, he guessed where he was at that moment.

Damn hospital.

Enduring the discomfort and closing his eyes, Yun Xianhe opened the system panel.

There was a long list of things following his physical condition, and he didn't even dare to look at it carefully.

Look, he knew better than to sleep on the living room floor, and sure enough he caught a cold.

So it was Mr. Guang who sent him here?

I guess I scared the other person... I need to apologize properly afterwards.

[Ding, the behavior trajectories of bracelet No. 1 and No. 3 handed over by the host overlap. ]

Number one and number three…?

The person lying on the bed let out a long sigh and silently said in his heart:

'System, connect to the network, and turn on the real-time monitoring synchronization function.'

【receive. 】

The light screen in front of my eyes suddenly lit up and flashed, and then split into two small screens.

When Yun Xianhe saw Conan leading a little girl he didn't know, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

“…Habara Ai?”

Although Yun Xianhe knew that the punishment given in the last incident was only a minor detail of punishing this person for being dropped by a butterfly.

Even if some minor plot changes are made to the real main storyline, it will still continue to follow the original story due to force majeure.

But Yun Xianhe didn't expect that the plot would come so quickly.

Moreover, Haibara Ai is now wearing a human skin mask on her face and her hair color has also changed.

How can he still be recognized like this? It's really a bit outrageous.

Yun Xianhe, who was monitoring Conan's scene in real time through the signal sent by the bracelet, was trying hard to stay alert.

People have already started planning how to escape from here.

·

at the same time.

A murder occurs in the meeting place where Conan and Haibara Ai are.

Realizing that this incident was most likely done by the Black Organization, the young detective clenched his fists and chose to use the bracelet on his hand to send detailed information to Yun Xianhe.

Haibara Ai, who was standing by, naturally noticed the bracelet on Conan's wrist.

She watched as Conan tapped it twice, and then a small light screen that was the same color as her skin unfolded on her wrist.

As the other party clicks, lines of words appear in the input field above.

If you don't look carefully, you might think it's a sticker.

"Did Mr. Yun give you this bracelet?"

"Hmm? Well, Xianhe invented it. Don't you have it in your hand?"

After editing the message, Conan clicked the send button and turned to look at Haibara Ai, just in time to see the black bracelet on her wrist.

Even though the color was different, he could still tell that it was the same as the one he had.

Hearing this, Huiyuan Ai smiled sarcastically and turned her head slightly to look at the messy crowd in the distance:

"You and I are different. If you hadn't pulled me back, I would have gone back with them by now."

No, the reason why he was not taken away might be because of the shackles on his hands.

Conan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Haibara Ai, without saying much.

He knew that Yun Xianhe would deliberately send this person to another place, most likely to prevent this person from being recognized by the people of the Black Organization and thus causing sudden danger.

The bracelet on my wrist vibrated slightly.

Conan clicked it and took a look. There was only a brief sentence: Wait and see, I'll be there soon.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe was coming, Conan couldn't help but feel more confident.

He became excited at the thought that he might come into contact with the Black Organization today.

"Let's go, let's go back to the doctor's car."

·

The view turns back to the hospital.

Someone who was very experienced in escaping from the hospital moved his hands.

He successfully removed the tangled mess of wires from his body without triggering the alarm on the intensive care unit.

After changing into a complete set of clothes in the system backpack and putting on a mask, Yun Xianhe deliberately took a slightly farther staircase and walked down slowly.

After taking two painkillers, the person who felt a little clearer glanced at the system panel.

A high fever of 40 degrees, multiple inflammations...

It’s not a big deal, just turn it off and pretend nothing happened.

The strolling man went downstairs and took a taxi to his destination.

During this time, the driver kept glancing back in the rearview mirror.

The other person's red eyes can be seen even through the frame, and the exposed skin looks extremely pale, coupled with the occasional low cough...

All in all, it's not good. It makes people wonder whether this guy will die in his own car.

The driver didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Yun Xianhe got out of the car.

So dangerous, so dangerous...

On the other side, Yun Xianhe, who walked into the alley, always felt that the driver just now was weird.

Always look at yourself frequently.

If he hadn't gotten off the car smoothly, he would have thought he had encountered another BT or late-night taxi murder case.

Snowflakes mixed with cold wind hit his face, and the slightly cool feeling made Yun Xianhe squint his eyes comfortably.

He raised his hand and pulled the mask upwards, then used his mind to activate the communication function of the bracelet connected to the system.

"Around the corner of the street... huh? Changed location?"

Looking at the two small dots moving far apart on the map, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows slightly.

He paused and went to the alley to change into ghost clothes.

It looks like these two little guys are in trouble.

·

On the other side, Conan followed the tall man with a serious expression.

He had just figured out who the murderer was when the other party kidnapped Haibara Ai when they were leaving the venue.

The man stuffed Huihara into a cardboard box, changed into staff clothes and walked out.

Obviously he came prepared.

The detective, who was not very skilled but very brave, first took a look at the bracelet.

After making sure that Yun Xianhe had not sent any news, he followed him directly.

His intuition told him that there must be a connection between the man in front of him and the Black Organization.

After carrying the cardboard box into the room, Pisco carefully looked at the unconscious Huiyuan Ai for a while, stretched out his hand and pulled the slightly chapped part of her cheek——

"Heh, I was wondering why there was a child wearing a human skin mask. Turns out it's you, Shiho."

The dazed Haibara Ai struggled to open her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

But she didn't have much impression of the other person in her memory.

Pisco held a cigarette in his mouth, half squatted and looked at Huiyuan Ai in the cardboard box, his tone seemed to be a little sighing:

"Oh, that's great. You were still a baby at the time and you probably didn't remember me, but your scientist parents and I were very close friends.

In fact, I have known about the drug under development for a long time...

But I didn't expect you to have progressed to this stage. If your parents who died in an accident knew about this, they would definitely be very relieved."

Ai Haibara pretended to be calm and covered the bracelet on her wrist.

She looked at Pisco, who seemed to be lost in his memories and was moved by himself, with a tight mouth:

“You’re Pisco.”

Hearing this, Pisco smiled and pulled out a gun with a silencer from the inside pocket of his suit.

"You're really smart to have guessed my identity. Unfortunately, orders are orders. I had no choice, Shiho..."

Seeing that Pisco was about to shoot Huihara Ai to death,

Conan, who was following behind to listen to the play, quickly used the bow voice changer to fake his location and began to use reasoning to disrupt the other party's mind.

In order to prevent Huibara from escaping, Pisco directly sealed her in a cardboard box.

Pisco, whose wine box was finally smashed by a few shots, held the sound machine in his hand and looked at Conan who came out from the shelf nearby with a little horror.

Pisco looked very surprised.

Because he didn't think the kid in front of him could be a detective.

There was even a moment when he had the absurd thought that maybe the other person was just like Miyano Shiho, and became smaller after taking the medicine.

Conan, who had already broken open the cardboard box, and the rescued Haibara stood at the diagonal corner closer to the door, confronting Pisco.

The latter raised the gun in his hand and looked at them as if he was watching a joke:

"You don't think you can escape, do you? Look at your own situation. The police can't save you now!"

"Well, you should also take a closer look."

The wine box that was smashed by the pistol was also part of Conan's plan.

A little unburned spark fell from the cigarette butt in Pisco's mouth, instantly igniting the high-concentration alcohol at his feet.

The entire wine cellar caught fire instantly and Pisco cursed.

He fired several shots at Haibara and Conan, forcing them out from behind the door, then smiled evilly and pushed down the entire shelf, blocking the entrance and exit.

"Oh, kid, sometimes being a hero can get you killed."

Pisco looked at Conan with satisfaction, and after laughing twice, he walked back to the fireplace without looking back.

"You two should just enjoy the fire."

"Good evening sir - Excuse me, have you seen my child?"

The sudden appearance of the fourth person in the room startled everyone present.

The brave man dressed as a standard magician gently tapped the back of Pisco's head with the baton in his hand.

He glanced around the room.

After seeing Conan standing on the other side, he curled his lips slightly, and his voice with a little hoarseness rose slightly:

“‘A Taste of Fire’… that’s a really generous invitation.

But I think they are both too young to be cremated.

But you, sir..."

The magician raised his head slightly, and his face, hidden in the darkness by the hood, looked white and out of place in the firelight.

The other party grinned a seemingly malicious smile, half-approached Pisco, and murmured like a prophet:

"I think this fire suits you, doesn't it?"