Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"So, those two people were taken away?"

"Ah."

On the return train, Yun Xianhe looked at the quickly passing scenery outside the window with interest and listened to Zhu Fu Jingguang talk about what happened last night.

I heard that when the local police approached him, the bald uncle still denied it.

In the end, it was Kogoro Mori who subdued him, and the farce came to an end.

When asked what he was going to do with the gun, Miss Horikoshi Yumi gave the evidence.

What? You ask why Yun Xianhe didn't participate at that time?

It was so funny. He was afraid that if he didn’t sleep well, he would suddenly die in front of those people.

"You can definitely call the police for this kind of thing, right? Didn't he even think of that?"

Yun Xianhe didn't know what to complain about anymore.

Zhu Fujingguang on the side smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't refute the boy's mumbling.

"When people here are in doubt, do they always think of death first?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang had no way to answer, maybe... there should be another way?

Now thinking back to his determination to die on the rooftop, he felt cold all over.

And the extremely perfunctory reply from my superior...

"As a hero's companion, you can't be so passive."

The sudden hand on his shoulder made Zhu Fu Jingguang tremble. He turned his head to look at the boy who was still looking out the window without looking back.

The car window reflected the other person's expressionless face and half-closed eyes.

He looked completely listless, but he was still saying encouraging words:

“Whatever the difficulty, there is always a way to solve it.

Even if you can't think of it, don't you still have a brave man like me? Try to rely on your friends."

Zhu Fujingguang looked at the boy with a fever-reducing patch on his forehead and smiled helplessly:

"Although I feel that Xianhe is very suitable to say these words, it would be better if he could be more energetic."

"Ha—are you touched?"

The pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes lit up slightly, revealing a sense of pleasure after being teased.

Zhu Fujingguang, who had long been accustomed to the other party's behavior these days, nodded and responded:

"Yes, yes, I am touched."

"What I said is true."

The boy's clear voice became a little more serious.

Yun Xianhe turned around and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, as if he was making a promise or taking an oath:

"You can always trust the brave."

The bus passed through the tunnel and the interior of the car suddenly became dark.

With the help of the light, Zhu Fu Jingguang saw the boy's heterochromatic eyes.

Clear, tolerant, gentle.

The noise in my ears and the depression in my heart seemed to disappear in this eye contact.

It was a long time, until the bus drove out of the tunnel, that Zhu Fu Jingguang heard himself say "OK".

The voice is extremely hoarse.

People in other worlds have no idea how much weight this fairy-tale-like sentence actually carries.

It was not until much later that they realized it when they recalled it.

A brave man never breaks his word to his companions.

·

After being stuck at home for a few days, Yun Xianhe, whose low-grade fever finally subsided, was in the best mood ever.

"Take this opportunity to buy the book."

Although he can draw, he thinks the storyboard composition of comics can be improved a little.

Besides, when you are feeling better, how can you not go out for a walk?

"Look at the weather today, uh...is it snowing?"

The large expanse of white in sight made Yun Xianhe squint his eyes unconsciously, and he began to doubt his life:

"Winter? Did I sleep for the entire fall?"

[No, it was summer yesterday.]

Ah... the case is solved. It turns out that he slept for the entire autumn.

Yun Xianhe, who couldn't figure out how the world worked, decided to give up thinking.

I took out winter clothes from the closet and wrapped myself tightly before going out.

I absolutely, absolutely must not catch a cold again!

·

Conan, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the man driving leisurely with a serious expression:

"Auntie, who are you?"

"Haha, didn't I just say I'm your mother?"

"You're lying! My mother is..."

"Kudo Yukiko."

Conan looked at the woman in front of him in astonishment. As he listened to her calmly narrating his life story, he suddenly felt flustered for no reason.

Why, why would this person know?!

"Am I right? High school detective, Kudo Shinichi."

The car stopped at an intersection. Although the air conditioner was on in the car, Conan felt a chill down his spine.

Could it be that the person in front of him is in the same group as those who caused him to shrink? !

"Don't move."

The cold gun was pressed against his forehead.

Conan gritted his teeth and looked at the woman who claimed to be 'Edogawa Fumiyo', feeling unwilling.

The other party seemed to be extremely satisfied with his expression and smiled contemptuously:

"If you behave yourself, I'll take you to a nice place where it's much more fun."

Snapped!

As if she hadn't expected Conan to do this, Edogawa Fumiyo shrank back in shock.

The former took the opportunity to step forward and stepped on the accelerator.

"Ah!! What are you doing?!"

"what!!!"

"What?!"

"What the hell!"

Looking at the car that suddenly rushed into the middle of the road, Yun Xianhe, who had just stepped onto the zebra crossing, silently retreated.

Fortunately, there were no casualties.

Otherwise he would have thought that he was infected by Conan's accident-prone physique.

"Stop that kid!"

Snowflakes fell on the lenses and blurred my vision.

Yun Xianhe closed his eyes, took off his glasses and shook them, then put them back on and looked in the direction of the angry voice.

Seeing that the fat woman who got out of the vehicle at the center of the accident was apologizing to the people around her, he looked away.

He reached out and pulled his scarf upwards, his mind empty with boredom.

Roadkill? Not really.

I don’t know what Mr. Guang will cook for lunch today. I kind of want to eat hotpot.

But is your body fit enough to eat it?

Damn it, it’s the body that’s sick, why can’t the soul have a meal alone?

He wants to order a spicy hot pot, spicy soup, and a bunch of spicy dipping sauce, and show off a bunch of meat slices!

Xiao Tiandao, who had been following the development of the situation, was confused for a while.

I was thinking about whether I should tell Yun Xianhe about the next plot developments.

After a brief thought He decided to say nothing.

Well, the following events can be considered a test anyway.

And if Yun Xianhe gets involved, he might be able to better integrate into the protagonist group.

Simply perfect!

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea that he was being plotted against, decided what to eat for lunch and walked happily home carrying a big bag of books.

At the same time, Conan, who had just escaped from the car, stood in the alley, gasping for breath.

Damn it, how did they know his identity? !

After a little thought, he attributed all the possible reasons to the fact that he was exposed as "Kudo Shinichi" in the last case.

"hateful……"

Conan cursed himself fiercely in his heart, not knowing that all this was actually a play staged by his parents.

On the other side, the Kudo couple were still carrying out the joke according to the original plan, and even Dr. Agasa was involved.

They envisioned a variety of possibilities.

But in this drama that they thought was perfect, they missed just one person.

·

In the alley in front of Dr. Agasa's house.

Conan looked at the locked gate opposite and rubbed his frozen fingers in frustration.

Where would the other person go for a walk at this time?

Just as he was thinking, Conan saw Professor Agasa approaching with an umbrella from afar, and he quickly said:

"Doc, um!"

Just before he lost consciousness, Conan heard the woman's voice:

"Get some rest, kid."

"Ok?"

The sound of something heavy falling on the snow?

Yun Xianhe, who had just reached the alley entrance, looked around subconsciously.

As far as the eye can see, there is no one else except Dr. Agasa who is holding an umbrella in the distance.

Illusion?

I felt like he heard Conan's voice just now.