Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

But obviously, compared with our big sister cotton,

The lovely Miss Sonoko really appreciates this kind of slightly greasy compliments.

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"Your draft beer has been brought over."

The tall, dark-skinned waiter placed the beer next to Daoxie's hand.

The wine glass hit the table with a loud thud, which startled the other person.

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows, chewing on some shredded squid that he had gotten from somewhere, while looking at the waiter seriously.

He seemed to see an expression on the other person's face that said "I don't agree with this marriage" or something like that.

"Ahem! Sorry."

I was choked by my sudden thought.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Yun Xianhe lowered his eyes, picked up the cup to block their gazes, and drank some water at the same time.

Daoxie, who was holding a beer, complained: "This waiter's attitude is really bad..."

Sonoko obviously also felt that this person was a little strange.

Xiaolan, on the other hand, looked at the other person thoughtfully:

"Do you think you've seen that clerk somewhere before?"

"Of course we have seen him. He is the owner of the hotel we are staying in. I heard that he came back to help out during the summer vacation."

Yuan Zi said with a half-mooned look on her face, and Xiaolan was slightly shocked:

"How do you know even this kind of thing?"

"He kept staring at us at the door yesterday, so I asked the hotel staff."

"He is the small boss of the hotel, why would he come to help out in this store?"

"I think the owner must be the same as the Tile House Hotel where we stayed."

"Hey, so you guys are staying in that tile-roofed hotel."

Taoist Association standing by was obviously surprised that Xiaolan and the others lived here.

"Thank you."

He reached out and took the soda handed over by the dark-skinned waiter.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the other person's palm and arm, then flipped through his phone and smiled meaningfully.

"No wonder."

No wonder Xiaolan had an impression of the other person. I didn’t expect the waiter to be quite famous.

"Ok?"

Conan on the side tilted his head to peek at Yun Xianhe's phone screen.

The latter rubbed his head and seemed to sigh:

“This trip has been great.”

It probably won’t be very peaceful.

A strange hitchhiker, a karate champion who seems to have a crush on Sonoko.

There was also a fat guy who had been peeking at them suspiciously.

Hmm - plainclothes? After all, there is no evil feeling in his eyes.

Uncle, if you don't retract your gaze, it will trigger Mr. Guang's alarm.

Alas, maybe it has already been triggered.

Zhu Fu Jingguang tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of the line of sight, just in time to see a man wearing a hat who looked very suspicious.

The latter turned back as if feeling guilty, and reached out to tug at the brim of his hat.

Yun Xianhe shook his head and sighed in his heart at the clumsy tracking technique.

If this happened in his world, he would have been asked "What are you looking at" by someone with a knife in his hand.

Mikyou Masahiko over there is inviting Sonoko to dinner out in the evening.

The other party asked Yuanzi to bring a camera, saying that he could take pictures of ghosts.

Then he told a story about a murder that happened a year ago and the ghost of the victim that stayed in the hotel.

Yun Xianhe sneered:

"If ghosts really exist in this world and can be touched, then there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Ok?"

Seeing several people turning their heads to look at him, Yun Xianhe lowered his eyes slightly.

He flicked the wall of the water glass with his fingers, looked at the bubbles rising in the light blue liquid, and said nonchalantly:

"Since the other party can touch you, or hurt you, you can naturally do these things to the other party."

"but,"

"And when you have something that can control the other person... come to think of it, becoming a ghost won't be tiring, right?"

At this point, Yun Xianhe suddenly remembered a hellish joke that a colleague from some unknown world told him a long time ago:

"If this prerequisite is met, can we develop a labor system for ghosts? They can work overtime 24 hours a day, seven days a week without feeling tired, they can be on call at any time, and they have knowledge from all ages..."

The hero shook the soda without ice cubes and seemed to sigh:

"And we don't have to worry too much about the health of the people we recruit. If they die, they will just turn into ghosts and be fully effective. Is there any better candidate to hire than this?"

The young boys and girls who had not yet started working couldn't help but shudder.

Even Xiaolan and Sonoko looked at Zhufu Jingguang twice more.

Is it so terrible to work under Yun Xianhe?

Sometimes you have to work 24 hours?!

After listening to the other party's nonsense, Conan's mouth twitched and he muttered quietly:

"Isn't it possible that all the employees of Fuyun Group are gone..."

Feeling several gazes, Zhu Fu Jingguang's mouth twitched and he smiled helplessly:

"Xianhe, if you joke like this, no one will dare to work in your company in the future."

"Huh? Hahaha, that's a rule against ghosts. Mr. Guang doesn't need to be afraid."

"……Right."

Just working overtime for a week straight sounds too dreadful.

Yun Xianhe supported his chin with one hand, tilted his head and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, then raised his soda and handed it to him:

"Or do you think working here is too tiring, Mr. Guang? You can take a day off."

When Zhu Fu Jingguang heard again that the other party was going to give him a day off, he smiled helplessly and raised the cup of soda and clinked it lightly with the other party's.

"Not at all."

"I think Brother Xianhe, you want to let Brother Midorikawa go out, and then go out and play by yourself."

"Well, if a child knows too much, he will be silenced."

Yun Xianhe spoke to Conan with a serious face.

The hand hidden under the table was typing Morse code on the back of the other person's hand:

Be careful, I'm going to play chess with you.

Recalling the fear of being dominated by various chess games, the little detective shuddered, and then he suddenly realized his mistake and smiled very obediently:

"I'm just kidding. Brother Xianhe actually pays attention to his health."

"Yes, Mr. Guang, you see, I have a witness here. So you can go out and have fun for a month or two without worrying about it. I will take good care of myself."

"..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang decisively lowered his head and drank water, indicating that he saw nothing.

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen if Yun Xianhe stayed at home alone for such a long time.

There was even a moment when Zhu Fujingguang had an absurd thought:

As long as the other person has all his limbs intact, it seems that he can be said to be "taking good care of" himself.

The brave man over there is still pestering the little detective, trying to get him to play a game of chess tonight.

She had no idea that she had been labeled by Mr. Guang as 'highly combative but barely able to take care of herself'.

After being interrupted by Yun Xianhe, the things that Daoxie originally said seemed not so important anymore.

The other party looked at Yun Xianhe deeply.

After the food was served and before everyone started eating, he emphasized the matter of the camera to Yuanzi.

So did Sonoko accidentally capture what the other person was doing?

The brave man squinted his eyes happily after showing off a piece of seafood fried noodles with chopsticks.

Who cares? If the other party dares to do anything excessive, just pin him to the ground and beat him up.

"Did you hear about it? I heard that it was found again today in the woods beside the track!"

The uncle who suddenly ran over looked unhappy.

The man sitting by the door glanced at him, looking a little bored:

"what?"

"It's a corpse! A brown-haired girl is in trouble again!"

"Hey?!"

Yun Xianhe, who was eating happily, almost choked.

He glanced at Conan who was about to rush out, then looked at the fried noodles in front of him that he had not finished eating, and slowly sighed.

Why do you always disturb him while he's eating...

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He suddenly stood up, got on his wheelchair and rushed out.

"Xianhe?!"

"I'll go take a look and be back soon. Mr. Guang, please keep an eye on the fried noodles for me."

He waved goodbye to Zhu Fu Jingguang without looking back.

Yun Xianhe picked up Conan who was about to run over and increased the speed of his wheelchair.

Conan, who felt like he was sitting in a convertible, narrowed his eyes and shared the strange feeling in his heart with Yun Xianhe:

"I still think there's something wrong with that man!"

"I think so too. But we don't have any evidence yet, so we can only ask someone later."

"Brother Xianhe, did you feel it? Was there someone watching us just now?"

"Maybe it's a hidden investigator."

Conan was slightly stunned when he heard this:

"That is to say?!"

"Yes, strictly speaking, Mr. Daoxie is a suspect."

Seeing a group of people gathered on the street from afar, Yun Xianhe sped up his wheelchair and rushed over.

Conan, who was held in the other person's arms and felt a strong push on his back, held on to his shaky glasses tremblingly, fearing that the strong wind would blow his glasses away.

There were already a lot of onlookers at the scene.

The arrival of the nearly silent wheelchair did not attract much attention.

Yun Xianhe slowly put Conan down.

As he watched the other person move closer, he also began to survey the entire scene from a distance.

The one handling the case this time is Officer Yokomizo—

The victim was a brown-haired woman who was stabbed to death in the abdomen.

Judging from the degree of his struggle, the murderer must be quite strong.

He remembered that Sonoko and the others said that there was a fireworks display last night, right?

This means that the victim was probably a tourist, and was most likely killed during the period before or after the fireworks.

Those who had no way to enter the scene were analyzing it from the outside.