Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Who are you?"

Pisco had his hand on his pistol, still thinking about how to surprise and knock out the man behind him.

He didn't know what the other party was pointing at him, but his intuition told him that it was very dangerous.

On the other side, Conan also looked at the strangely dressed man who suddenly appeared with caution.

The other party's attire reminded him of the magician he had read about in Yun Xianhe's book.

Wait a minute, could this person be Brother Xianhe? !

The hero holding the baton tilted his head slightly and chuckled:

"You can call me Ghost."

Pisco tilted his head slightly and saw the other party's magician's cloak and the pair of gauze-covered eyes. His expression seemed a little incredible:

"It's you?! The guy that Gin is wanted recently!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was surprised:

"I didn't expect that Mr. Killer would still be obsessed with me. It's really surprising."

The tip of the baton slid down along the curve of the opponent's head and landed on the back of the neck.

The magician, whose eyes were bandaged, murmured in a low voice with a slight smile in his tone:

"However, I'm very busy recently, otherwise I would definitely go and take a look."

The slightly cool baton was particularly noticeable in this room heated by the raging fire.

Pisco shuddered, lowered his head slightly, and looked gloomy.

Yun Xianhe, feeling that the other party was unconvinced, smiled and took out an anesthetic syringe from the system backpack.

"you,"

"Look at the time. It's time to say goodnight."

"What? Ugh!"

A syringe was inserted into the side of the other person's neck. Looking at the person who fell limply, Yun Xianhe nodded slightly at him and said in a brisk tone:

"Good night, and have a sweet dream, Mr. Old Killer."

Pisco fell down, and only Yun Xianhe, Conan and Huihara Ai were left in the room.

After making sure that the other party had lost consciousness, Yun Xianhe raised his head and waved to Conan opposite him:

"Come here. It will be hard to get out if the shelves over there start burning."

"Brother Xianhe?"

The familiar voice made Conan's eyes light up.

Yun Xianhe slightly lifted the gauze covering his eyes, revealing his signature heterochromatic pupils.

He took out the same bracelet and sent a message to Conan.

After confirming that the other person was Yun Xianhe, Conan quickly pulled Huiyuan Ai, who was wondering what she was thinking, over to him, and said in an excited tone:

"Brother Xianhe, I suspect Gin and Vodka will come here too. Let's..."

"Let's go out first, ahem!"

Yun Xianhe, choked by the smell of smoke, coughed twice softly.

He took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, tied up Pisco's hands and feet, and carried him to the chimney with one hand.

Conan saw the other person take out a fire extinguisher from the chimney.

After ensuring that there is no fire around the chimney,

Yun Xianhe handed the fire extinguisher in his hand to Conan, and took out a mask that could prevent carbon monoxide poisoning and handed it to him, and instructed:

"Wait here for a moment. I'll bring this guy up first, and then I'll use the rope to pull you up."

"it is good."

Looking at the mask handed to her, Huihara Ai was stunned for a moment before reaching out to take it.

Yun Xianhe, who was still a little dizzy, ignored the other party's strange reaction.

He reached out and grabbed the rope that had been left there and quickly climbed to the roof.

Then he pulled the rope that was left on Pisco and pulled him up.

Just as Yun Xianhe threw the rope down from above, he heard faint footsteps behind him.

"do not move."

The sound of the bolt opening was particularly obvious in the silent snowy night.

Yun Xianhe supported the chimney with one hand and turned half way to look at the gin and vodka coming up from the stairwell.

After searching for so long, I suddenly saw the top 1 winery today and seemed to be in a good mood.

Taking another look at Pisco, who was thrown there by the other party and whose life or death was unknown, he felt even better.

Both targets have now been found.

"Boy, I finally caught you."

"Good night, killer, Mr. Gin, and the big guy who can't dance very well, what's your name?"

When Vodka heard this, the expression on his face froze for a moment, and then he looked a little gloomy.

Obviously thinking of something not so beautiful.

Yun Xianhe pretended to think for a while and tapped his palm, then suddenly realized:

"Vodka? That's a great name. It sounds strong."

"damn it!"

call out!

Conan under the chimney was still wondering why Yun Xianhe hadn't made any move yet.

It was not until I heard the other party's vague voice and the sudden, subtle sound of a silenced gunshot that I realized something was wrong.

He was about to call for help when Haibara Ai quickly covered his mouth and tried to pull him away from the chimney and hide him there.

Conan staggered a bit after being pulled, frowned and looked back at the other person.

The man who had been calm and composed was now trembling, as if he was suffering from great fear.

Conan felt something was wrong and pulled the other person's hand away, lowering his voice:

"What's wrong with you, Huiyuan?"

"Gin... Gin is up there. If we get caught, you, me, and everyone we know will be doomed!"

Haibara Ai seemed a little scared.

She recalled that when she had not yet left the organization, she had seen Gin being cruel and ruthless, and almost crazy.

The panic she felt when she knew it was Gin who executed her sister filled her heart again, and even the high temperature in the room could not warm her hands and feet.

Conan, unable to empathize, frowned and was about to say something when he felt a vibration on his bracelet.

[Be quiet and hide.]

Just as he was about to reply to Yun Xianhe's message, he heard the other party's voice coming from the chimney:

"Mr. Vodka is really strong."

The cloaked magician lightly turned sideways and easily dodged the shot.

The face hidden by the hood only revealed half of the chin, but one could still see the corners of his lips raised up - a slightly evil smile:

"How about starting the party with a dance as a gift for our reunion?"

"Shoot the vodka! Hold your breath!"

Gin, who noticed that Yun Xianhe seemed to throw something on the ground, gave an order and Vodka immediately followed suit.

Yun Xianhe swung the baton in his hand, and the bullets flying towards him seemed to hit a wall of air, falling into the snow in front of his feet with a clang.

Seeing this damn vision-like Gin again, he snorted coldly.

Without hesitation, he took out a grenade from his windbreaker pocket, pulled the ring and threw it towards Yun Xianhe.

Seeing the black ball flying towards him, Yun Xianhe's eyebrows jumped, and almost instantly, with his greatest force, he kicked it into the air outside the building.

Following a loud noise, a powerful gust of wind swept across the entire rooftop, blowing away the faint smell in the air.

The wind lifted the wizard's cloak and opened his wide hood, revealing his slightly pale cheeks.

No emotion could be seen in those eyes covered with gauze, but the thin lips were slightly pursed and raised, and at this moment, he was smiling in a somewhat morbid manner.

“That’s really enthusiastic.”

Yun Xianhe dodged the shrapnel from the grenade and glanced at Pisco who seemed to have been hit. He sighed slightly:

"It's not convenient to use a broken experiment..."

"Boy, what did you say?"

Gin kept a safe distance from the other party and checked that there was no strange smell in the air.

He glanced at Pisco, who had been left aside by the other party and whose life or death was unknown.

If he heard correctly, the other party just said "experimental subject", right?

This guy wants to take Pisco back for experiments?

After taking a look at Pisco, who was hit by a stray bullet but was probably alive, the magician tapped his forehead with his baton:

"No? Mr. Gin, don't be so stingy. You... don't really want to take this thing back, do you?"

Mr. Killer had an unchanging sneer on his face, and his eyes hidden under his hat flashed with sharp murderous intent.

Could there be a rat in the organization who leaked their mission to kill Pisco?

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea what the other party was thinking, sat on the chimney and chatted casually:

"Because you didn't avoid the other party when you fired just now, and you didn't negotiate to take this guy away, so he must have been abandoned? Then it's okay for me to pick him up and make use of him, right?"

Yun Xianhe explained his inference in a few words without looking at the expressions of Gin and Vodka.

He then took out two energy pills from his cloak pocket and threw them into his mouth, with no intention of avoiding them at all.

The man who glanced at the system panel was still smiling as if nothing had happened, but he had a severe headache.

It seems that this high fever does have some impact, at least the energy consumption has increased.

Could it be that the body's immune system has started going crazy again?

Gin, who was at the stairs, naturally noticed this.

He narrowed his eyes and pointed his gun at the other party:

"Boy, are you interested in fighting with me?"

"Hmm? Tsk, Mr. Killer Gin, it's not a good habit to fight and kill all day long.

Moreover, high-intensity work, tense nerves and frequent anger are not good for the body.

When you have nothing to do, listen to music, read books, and appreciate flowers to cultivate your sentiments..."

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting on the chimney, muttered to himself while reaching out to pick up the half-dead Pisco.

He had no intention of taking the initiative to attack Gin.

If the Son of Luck does not initiate this kind of red-black confrontation, his direct intervention will easily lead to large-scale uncontrollable punishment.

If you are really struck by lightning, you will have to start this story all over again.

That means revising the work plan repeatedly.

Mandatory overtime? No way, let's just stick to the simple, one-time plan A.

After hearing the other party's long and caring words, the winery top1's temples were throbbing, and he really wanted to use his Beretta to make the brat in front of him shut up.

Unfortunately, the BOSS was very interested in what this guy had in his hand and in him as a whole.

Tsk, it’s all Bourbon and Rum’s fault, and those gossipy people in the intelligence department!