Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

In the bathroom stall.

Yun Xianhe quickly changed his clothes and threw them into the trash can in the space.

After replacing the bandage on his leg that was soaked by rain, he took out his usual incense from the system backpack to cover up the slight smell of ebony that had not yet dissipated.

After making sure that there was no smell of blood or gunpowder on him,

He took a look at the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing, then took out elbow pads and put them on to cover the bruises on his arms.

"Xianhe? Are you in there?"

The person in the cubicle cleared his throat, put on his coat, and walked out:

"Here I come, Mr. Guang, don't be so nervous, as if I'm going to get lost."

Yun Xianhe made a half-joking remark and was about to go wash his hands.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took the bag hanging on his arm and felt that the weight was not right.

"Where are the clothes you changed into?"

"Throw it away. The material of the clothes is hard to wash. I'll change the material next time I order it."

Carefully washing the blood stains on his fingertips, Yun Xianhe muttered a few words to himself.

Looking at the person who looked no different from usual, Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the open compartment door.

I always feel like there are clues on the clothes.

"Let's go, let's go. I was dragged here before I had time to eat lunch. I'm starving to death."

As if he didn't notice Zhu Fu Jingguang's temptation, Yun Xianhe jumped out, muttering about where he would go and what he would eat.

"Mr. Guang, together?"

"…it is good."

·

Because there were so many people and it was lively, the meal lasted until the evening.

Several people stood at the intersection to say goodbye, and Yun Xianhe followed Zhu Fu Jingguang home.

The man who hadn't slept for more than 24 hours yawned lazily and looked through the transparent umbrella at the rain lines blurred by the street lights.

"It's rare for me to go out for a run, but it rained."

"What time did Xianhe leave home in the morning?"

Someone quickly glanced at the weather forecast in Neon today - rain at four o'clock.

The hero cleared his throat and said with a guilty conscience:

"I was so excited that I couldn't sleep last night and went out at 3 o'clock in the morning."

"..."

"Ahem, well, the morning air is fresh and good for your health."

The brave man talked nonsense in a serious manner and explained to Zhu Fu Jingguang how far he had run.

"is it?"

"Hmm."

"Xianhe said before that he was resistant to hospitals. Have you ever thought about seeing a doctor?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang changed the topic very quickly and Yun Xianhe almost couldn't keep up.

He glanced at the person holding a black umbrella next to him and chuckled:

"Why did Mr. Guang think of this?"

"I'm just wondering if I should get a psychiatrist to come home."

"...No need, right? Anyway, this disease has no effect on me. Besides, I hate not only the hospital but also everyone in it."

Yun Xianhe shrugged nonchalantly:

"There are so many places to go in the world, why go to the hospital?"

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed slightly:

"I was just thinking, if you don't have aversion to hospitals, I could take you for a physical examination."

Now you know why you are always sick.

A car drove past quickly, and the prolonged roar of the engine filled the brief silence between the two.

Yun Xianhe remained silent.

On the empty street, the two stood in the rain and watched the traffic light across the street change from green to red again.

The young man pulled the corners of his pale lips and slowly exhaled:

"Of course I have seen it, but unfortunately..."

As early as the first mission world he traveled through, he had not yet asked the system to help seal his memory.

It was a small world set in modern times, and he was a gloomy and sickly painter in it.

Unfortunately, the moment I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital, in the psychological clinic.

The morally corrupt doctor in the white coat became the hero's first blood.

The story line collapsed, so he went to a punishment world and became a beggar.

Wow, what a wonderful experience.

The heterochromatic pupils behind his glasses darkened, and Yun Xianhe tried to make his tone more relaxed:

"Desensitization is useless. It will only drive me crazy. If someone dies because of it...haha, I'm just kidding."

The second half of the sentence was not finished, but Zhu Fu Jingguang knew what the other party meant.

He became more and more curious about what kind of thing could make a person who seemed to have no killing power suddenly burst into endless murderous intent.

But he couldn't ask, because that was a wound engraved on Yun Xianhe's body, a pain that was deeply rooted in his soul.

"But thank you Mr. Guang for thinking about me so much. For the time being, I will admit that you are my second best friend here."

The brave man smiled with his eyes curved, and Zhu Fu Jingguang could see the light in his heterochromatic eyes, like a child who had obtained something precious.

Mr. Guang, who was called his "second best friend", smiled helplessly and continued his topic:

"Who is the best friend then?"

"Conan, after all, he was the first friend I met."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was not surprised at all to get this answer.

He looked up at the signal light which had turned green again, and reached out to gently tug at Yun Xianhe's sleeve:

"go home."

"Okay - can we have a midnight snack tonight?"

"If you're still awake, I'll do it for you."

"Good!"

·

I didn’t get to have the midnight snack after all.

Yun Xianhe fell asleep as soon as he got home and did not wake up until noon the next day.

The man whose dream was filled with gin and grenades was a little slow to react when he opened his eyes, and his limbs trembled slightly.

Yun Xianhe rubbed the top of his head, feeling that he had some sequelae.

I haven't done anything so thrilling in a long time, so I'm a little uncomfortable.

"Hey?"

When Yun Xianhe raised his hand and touched the fever-reducing patch on his forehead, he was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously lifted the quilt.

The trouser legs were curled up from sleeping, revealing the bandages underneath.

The bandage is applied differently than he did yesterday?!

"…It's okay. I was scratched by a branch, yeah."

Ruined.

Zhu Fu Jingguang is still very scary when he is angry.

But the sickly hero looked very intimidating when he forced a smile.

At least that fragile look made Zhu Fujingguang's Scottish model dissipate for a while.

After the silence, only a long sigh remained.

"Can you at least tell me what you did?"

"Well - this won't work, this is a secret, a private operation."

"is it?"

The man with messy hair nodded.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, which had become wrinkled after a night of use.

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but take a few more glances at the two arms that were blocked by the elbow pads:

"Is your arm injured too?"

"…How did Mr. Guang find out that my leg was injured?"

He hid it very well yesterday.

"When I came to call you for dinner this morning, I found that you had kicked the quilt off the floor and your trouser legs were rolled up."

It turns out that he lost because he kicked the quilt while sleeping!

The person who didn't expect to be exposed so quickly muttered a few words in a low voice, and said that he would hide perfectly next time no matter what.

"So how's your arm?"

"Well, it's just a little bruise, the skin is not broken, so I won't show it to you."

Yun Xianhe awkwardly hid his arms behind his back, looked around, and tentatively slipped away from the foot of the bed:

"Um, is it time for lunch?"

"Idle Crane."

"...Hayi..."

Finally, the person who was forcibly pressed and coated with a layer of medicated oil looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang's back as he packed up the medicine box, and stuck out his tongue slightly.

Ha! Mr. Guang certainly didn't expect that he still had it!

Not all were discovered!

This wave of "contest" is the victory of the brave!

Yun Xianhe, who was lying on the sofa, took a look at the picture of the completed basement transmitted by the robot and nodded with satisfaction.

As expected of a high-tech civilization, the construction speed is simply unstoppable.

The person who had retracted his gaze happened to see the newspaper spread out on the table.

The headline read: "Current police officer attacked in own parking lot, life or death unknown."

"Ok?"

[Ding, it was detected that because the host saved Naraze, the event line was changed, so that the subsequent Zhiyang Ichiro also avoided a dead end, and the redemption value accumulated to 38%. ]

So, there is a connection between the uncle who was shot yesterday and this one today?

Yun Xianhe picked up the newspaper and read the report carefully, but did not find any suspicious points.

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side reached out to take the newspaper away and put a new fever-reducing patch on his forehead.

"Just stay at home for the next two days. The murderer may have already targeted you."

"Hai Hai Yi——"

It’s probably a big case. I hope Conan can give some help.