Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Damn it! Stop!"

"Don't go! He has a gun!"

Conan, who was running over, frowned as he watched the murderer running away, but in the end he called the police and an ambulance first.

Thanks to the thick glass of the telephone booth, the police officer was only shot once, and not in a vital position.

Yun Xianhe simply treated the other person's wound and fed him a pill to keep him alive.

"How is he?"

"I can't die for the time being."

Looking at Nara Zezhi who had fainted from the pain, Yun Xianhe picked up the umbrella that Conan had just thrown away and opened it to cover the other's wound.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Yun Xianhe's words.

Only then did he notice the other person's tired expression and clothes that were obviously a little dusty.

"Brother Xianhe, what have you been doing?"

"Oh, I went out for a morning run this morning and caught a thief."

"??"

Conan looked at the other person with half-moon eyes, obviously a little unconvinced.

Today's rain started falling in the morning, but Yun Xianhe's clothes were obviously wet not long ago.

Moreover, the other person's face looked strange, and the corners of his trousers were torn?

"Your legs,"

"I was scratched by a branch."

In the distance there were sirens and ambulances.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who stood up, Conan had to drop the topic for the time being.

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The ambulance came quickly.

Because Yun Xianhe was present, the passerby who should have been offline early was successfully rescued.

[Ding, it is detected that the host has saved Nara Zezhi, and the other party's inevitable death has been changed. The redemption value has accumulated to 35%. ]

Yun Xianhe was casually wiping his hair with a towel, and sitting in the conference room with Conan and others, listening to Inspector Megure's questions.

But if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are empty and his expression is a little dull.

The consciousness manipulated me to click on the prompts on the screen.

After carefully examining the entire process of the robot building the underground laboratory and confirming that it was correct, Yun Xianhe remotely issued subsequent commands.

Although it is just a show, it will be more convincing if it is made more realistic.

The murderer in gray clothes was lost in the surveillance video on the other side, and Yun Xianhe was not in a hurry even though he had no information.

At least from the other party's attack just now, he could tell that the man was not from the winery.

That murderous aura just now... he thought the winery had discovered something and was going to attack Conan.

"But could you please describe the murderer's characteristics again?"

Inspector Megure asked questions and the Junior Detective League chattered away, but each person's way of speaking was different.

The accompanying Maori Kogoro looked at the three children with half-moon eyes:

"Did you really see the murderer?"

Officer Sato, who was in charge of recording, looked at Conan:

"Conan, what do you think?"

"The raincoat he was wearing and the umbrella he was holding were both grey. I don't know if it was a man or a woman. But he held the umbrella with his right hand."

"So he fired with his left hand."

Officer Sato was thoughtful.

Conan looked up at Yun Xianhe, whose hair was still dripping with water, and reached out to tug at his sleeve:

"Brother Xianhe? Did you notice anything?"

The system screen turned off. Yun Xianhe blinked, tilted his head to look at Conan, and said thoughtfully:

"It was probably a young man. I heard him make a 'tsk' sound. But his face was blocked by the umbrella so I couldn't see it. He was probably a little taller than me and should be left-handed."

Upon hearing the news, Inspector Megure nodded.

While he was talking to Maori Kogoro and the others, Conan pulled Yun Xianhe, who was obviously absent-minded:

"Your hair in front isn't dry yet."

"Ah, sorry, I was thinking about something else, ahem!"

"uncomfortable?"

"My throat is a little itchy, cough, cough, cough..."

Seeing Yun Xianhe start to cough, Conan looked at the person who was obviously not right again with empty eyes.

The detective's intuition told him that Yun Xianhe was hiding something from him.

Judging from the way this guy had protected himself in the past, this was very likely to be a very dangerous thing.

"I asked them for a cup of hot water. Drinking it will warm me up."

"Thank you Xiaolan."

Before reaching out to take the paper cup, Yun Xianhe calmly rubbed his hand on his trouser leg.

My hands were stained with blood when I saved someone just now, and I think the sticky feeling still seems to be on my fingers.

On the other side, Officer Chiba has found out that the pistol used by the murderer is a pistol commonly used by women.

Yun Xianhe was stunned for a moment when he heard this information, and carefully recalled their previous encounter.

No, the murderer must be a man, and the women's pistol was probably used to confuse people.

"Fortunately, you were not affected this time, and neither was Conan."

"Ok!"

Hearing this, the little detective nodded obediently, but his expression was obviously still a little depressed.

"The other person still had bullets in his gun. If you had caught up with him, you would have been in the hospital now."

Yun Xianhe could tell at a glance what he was struggling with, so he reached out and tapped his head, his tone somewhat helpless.

The latter smiled at him and shook the bracelet on his hand:

"I have this."

"Then can you guarantee that after you catch up with him, he won't threaten you with other people?"

"..."

He can't do that, because the people around him will fall into panic, and someone might even be implicated and die.

Conan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yun Xianhe sighed slightly and did not continue talking about this topic.

The world is built around the son of luck, and the specific aura of the son of luck often makes them ignore some problems.

He also didn't want to restrict the child's actions, but he should control his temper a little.

At least don't be so impulsive.

Over there, Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mori and others were discussing the possible identities of the murderer.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting in the corner, moved his injured leg uncomfortably and glanced at the system panel.

Very good, there is a long list of physical conditions.

A series of minor illnesses such as wound inflammation, cold, hypothermia, fatigue, etc. all came to me.

The man who hadn't slept all night yawned lazily.

Since I couldn't walk for the time being, I simply counted how many bruises and bumps I had that day.

It’s okay, it’s just a bruise, not a wound, otherwise it would be easily discovered.

"If you remember anything later, feel free to contact us."

"Okay, Officer Megure, you've worked hard. I'll leave first."

Without waiting for Conan to persuade him to stay, the person in the corner rushed out the door like a gust of wind.

It's past lunch time, let's have afternoon tea.

A familiar figure stood at the entrance of the hall.

Yun Xianhe looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang with a sullen look, and subconsciously took a small step back with his injured leg.

"Haha, what a coincidence, Mr. Guang, did you, uh, Megure, Xiaolan and the others inform you?"

"Xiao Lan said you were here, and that your clothes were all wet."

Zhu Fu Jingguang gestured to him the umbrella and backpack in his hand, which should contain clean clothes and a coat for him.

Looking at the people walking towards him step by step, Yun Xianhe's smile became more and more stiff.

It's over, it's over!

He was thinking about taking care of his clothes before going home, but the series of events that happened didn't give him any chance at all.

The hole on the trouser leg is still there. Mr. Guang is not a silly boy like Conan. He must have noticed it at once.

How can I fool people when I am soliciting online? !

Ahhh!! Let's turn back time! Let him change his clothes and come back!

"Brother Xianhe? What are you doing?"

Conan's voice appeared behind him.

Yun Xianhe avoided Zhu Fujingguang's probing gaze, turned around, put his hands through Conan's armpits and lifted him up:

"I'll treat you to dinner."

"what?"

The young detective, who was about to struggle, was stunned for a moment, his mouth open in a daze.

So the other person ran so fast just now because he was going to eat?

"Wow! Really? I want to eat eel rice!"

"Yenta, that's so rude."

"Is what big brother said true?"

"Of course! Xiaolan, you guys come too."

The Young Detectives gathered around chattering, perfectly blocking Yun Xianhe's calves.

Before Conan could react after being put down, Yun Xianhe grabbed the backpack from Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand and smiled in a disguised way:

"Mr. Guang, you arrived just in time. May I ask where the nearest restroom is?"

Upon hearing this question, Inspector Megure gestured towards the corridor on the side.

"Idle Crane,"

"Mr. Guang, please wait a moment. I will be back soon."

Everyone watched as the other person quickly rushed towards the corner of the corridor, and it looked like something was chasing him from behind.

The people who stayed there looked at each other, feeling that Yun Xianhe's performance was a little too excited?

Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his head and looked at Conan.

The latter shook his head, apparently not finding anything overly suspicious.

Thinking of the strange phone call before, Zhu Fu Jingguang pursed his lips slightly and chased after him in the corridor:

"I gonna go see."