Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[“Bait!”]

【“Ohhh! What is that?”】

Hearing this, the sun looked into the sea.

Uncle Shitou pulled the fishing rod hard, and a black shadow as big as a stone was pulled onto the reef.

Sun poked it with the small shovel in his hand - it was a crab nearly 50 centimeters long.

[“Crab? That’s ok, at least I have lunch. Xiaohe! Look at what a big crab uncle caught!”]

Uncle Shitou in the distance held up his trophy.

The crab was turned over and was waving its claws in the air.

Looks very unconvinced!

Damn humans! They tempted it with delicious food!

If you have the guts, let’s go for a one-on-one duel!

Cotton squinted at the crab, then raised his hand to summon a mini crab spirit.

The moment his consciousness connected and he understood what the crab on the other side was saying, Cotton was immediately happy:

[“Uncle Shi, that crab wants to challenge you in a one-on-one duel.”]

[“Hmm? Hey! You still want to fight me in single combat? Come on, I’ll give you a hand and show you what an indestructible heavy armor is.”]

The man on the reef raised his hand and threw the crab onto the beach, then pulled out a machete from the mustard seed space and rushed over.

The sound of weapons clashing attracted the three men who were sleeping and they looked up drowsily.

Oh my god, why did they start fighting?

[“Giant vs. sea monster?”]

The ghost muttered when he saw the two dark shadows.

The brave man, the guide and the magician who were lying on the ground stood up and squinted their eyes to see what was going on.

Mianhua, who was standing by, looked at the three people who were almost in sync, smiled and took a picture with his camera.

The sun was squatting on a distant reef, holding a shovel and rhythmically tapping the edge of the bucket to cheer for Uncle Stone.

"Brother Xianhe?"

The dozing person blinked his eyes, and the bizarre other world faded away.

Yun Xianhe rubbed the little detective's head with one hand and asked in a hoarse voice:

"what happened?"

"Someone invited Sonoko over for dinner, which I thought was very unusual."

"?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe opened his eyes and glanced at the serious-looking little detective, then asked in amusement:

"Why do you think it's abnormal for someone to treat Sonoko to a meal?"

"Um……"

Conan couldn't explain why, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him that it was not normal.

Seeing that the little detective seemed to be stuck in the original novel's established storyline, Yun Xianhe patted his head:

"Isn't Sonoko cute? Even though she has a bit of a quirky personality, she's still a good kid."

"...I always feel like you're talking like you're in your seventies or eighties."

Conan complained about Yun Xianhe through his crescent eyes.

"Conan——"

Looking at Xiaolan and the others who were about to be dragged off to eat, he reached out and tugged at Yun Xianhe's sleeve:

"We'll go over there too."

"They're inviting Yuanzi to dinner, it's not right for us to go with them, right?"

"It was Sonoko herself who didn't dare to go to dinner with the other party."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe straightened up slightly, turned around and glanced at Xiaolan and Yuanzi who were still waiting there.

And the man standing next to them.

"He doesn't look like a good person."

"You think so too, right?"

"Ahem, don't judge a person by his appearance."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had listened to the whole process, reminded the two of them speechlessly.

Yun Xianhe slowly got up from the wheelchair, and after feeling that he would not become weak for the time being, he stretched lazily.

"Since you care so much, I'll go over and take a look."

"Uh-huh."

When Daoxie Masahiko, who was in the distance, saw Yun Xianhe and Zhufu Jingguang walking over with Conan, the expression on his face stiffened slightly.

"Are those two also your friends?"

"Well, the one who looks like a character in a comic book is Yun Xianhe, and next to him is his personal assistant Mr. Midorikawa Hikaru. They are with us. Ah, sorry, will this cause you any trouble?"

"No trouble, no trouble. It's my treat."

My back teeth were about to break when I said this.

"Hello."

Yun Xianhe approached and greeted the other party politely.

Behind him, an unmanned wheelchair followed closely, as if it was afraid that Yun Xianhe would drop it.

Daoxie tilted his head slightly and didn't see any traction rope or anything on the wheelchair. He just felt curious for a moment.

"This wheelchair,"

"Ok?"

Seeing that the other party seemed very interested in his wheelchair, Yun Xianhe casually said:

"It's a little thing I made in my spare time. I've been feeling a bit unwell lately, so I brought it with me."

Hearing this, Daoxie couldn't help but take another look at the pale and sickly guy, and smiled stiffly towards Yuanzi beside him.

"Ms. Sonoko's friends are really amazing."

"Ahahaha, Xianhe likes to study these things on a daily basis."

After a few polite words, the few of them followed the Taoist Association to a nearby restaurant.

Yuanzi sat face to face with the Taoist priest and chatted, while Yun Xianhe and others ate at a table near them.

Seeing that Daoxie seemed to be about to light a cigarette, Zhu Fujingguang on the side spoke up:

"Excuse me sir, we have a patient here. Could you please excuse me for a moment?"

Daoxie Masahiko was stunned for a moment after being stopped.

Then he glanced at Yun Xianhe who was drinking boiled water over there, and the corner of his mouth twitched:

“Ah, sorry.”

What a troublesome guy.

"Xiaolan, what do you want to eat? It's my treat."

"Hey? Is that okay? I don't want you to spend money every time."

"It's okay. I won't go bankrupt anyway."

Conan, who had a menu stuffed in his hand, twitched his lips.

Thinking about preparing more gifts for the other person on his birthday, I won’t hesitate.

When the Taoist Association heard that Yun Xianhe wanted to pay for it himself, they pretended to be polite.

Yun Xianhe looked up at him and smiled lightly:

"No merit, no reward. Besides, we don't have much relationship with Mr. Daoxie."

"You can't say that. After all, you are Miss Sonoko's friends."

"Mr. Daoxie, you don't need to use this kind of thing on me to improve your impression points."

Yun Xianhe was merciless.

Seeing the person opposite him starting to look unhappy, he raised his hand and called the waiter:

"Hello, please I would like to order food."

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

A tall, dark-skinned waiter wearing glasses came over with an order book.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the other person again.

After confirming that the other person was not another Hattori Heiji, he handed over the menu with a smile:

"I want one portion of each of the above dishes, except for the raw food. For drinks, please give me four or three glasses of slightly cold soda, plus one glass of room temperature soda."

"??"

The dark-skinned waiter looked at Yun Xianhe again after hearing the order.

After seeing that the other party had no intention of joking, the menu was returned to the kitchen.

Conan glanced at the menu that had not yet been taken away from him, counted it carefully, and muttered quietly:

“Is it too much?”

"If I can't finish it, I'll take it back for a midnight snack."

It is impossible to waste it, as there are only 13 dishes besides the raw food.

And the portion was not too big, one person could finish four plates.

Conan, who had no idea that he was about to face four dishes, was still eavesdropping on the sweet words of Mr. Taoist on the other side.

Yun Xianhe sipped boiled water while listening to the other person's lamentations about the passing of spring and autumn.

A student at Mika University? She was a little too old for Sonoko.

Traveling after a breakup? Hmm - fishing?

The consciousness is depressed... Where is the negativity in this smiling face?

When Yun Xianhe heard the other party say "You are the goddess who can save me", he felt goose bumps on his arms.

[“So greasy…Angel?! Huh? Ah Yun, did you hear what that man said to Cotton?!”]

The sun's face was full of disbelief.

[“No, I feel like I’m going to die if I stay here any longer. I’m going to run away.”]

The ghost declined and was already thinking about going back to wash his eyes.

[“No matter which aspect, it can barely be considered a B-.”]

The gentleman gave a score with a blank expression.

[“Does Cotton Girl like this one?”]

Uncle Shitou frowned and rubbed his chin, feeling that it was weird no matter how he looked at it.

The five members of the team gathered in the corner of a house.

I leaned over to see a man not far away whose expression seemed to move God (?) praising cotton with great emotion.

The other person knelt on one knee, holding a large red rose in his hand.

Seeing Cotton take a step towards him,

The other party handsomely (?) shook his bangs that were specially trimmed with hair wax and reached his upper lip, like an aristocrat in an oil painting.

Yun Xianhe noticed Mianhua’s clenched fist and the blue veins on his forehead with his sharp eyes.

[“How miserable this person is.”]

The next second, the 'angel' he mentioned knocked the opponent down with one punch and sent him flying.

According to eyewitnesses, when they heard the screams and rushed over to see what was happening,

All that was left on the ground was a fainted man whose life or death was unknown, and a pile of fallen teeth mixed with blood and foam.

One is gold.

And from afar came the sound of cursing:

[“You are the angel! Who are you calling an angel! If I see you again, I will send you straight to see God!”]

[Note: In the world of heroes, angels symbolize holiness, but are also synonymous with death.

For beast masters who manipulate the undead, these legendary angels are still enemies that compete with them for performance. 】