Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The patients and their families all looked very happy.

Kyosuke Fuuto found an excuse to leave early and his face instantly turned gloomy after he closed the office door.

He simply searched the name 'Yun Xianhe' on the Internet.

Apart from the other party's apparent identity as the president of Fuyun Group, the rest is about where he studied over the years and what awards he has won.

But what is strange is that after graduation, he did not choose to shine in any field, but instead went home to write novels.

Rumor has it that the other party is in poor health and cannot support such work.

Some even said that he would not live long.

Seeing this, Kyosuke Fuuto narrowed his eyes.

The light from the computer screen hit his glasses, making his whole face look a little dark.

The mouse wheel slid down until he saw the highly recognizable face in the photo, and Kyosuke Fudo's finger paused.

Is this the guy?!

The one who stopped him from killing Nara Sawaji!

Today, because there were so many people under the tree, he only saw a back view, and it turned out to be this guy!

hateful!

The expression on the young psychiatrist's face was a little distorted.

The hand holding the mouse kept tightening, pressing the side buttons until they creaked.

"Yun Xianhe..."

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After knowing that Yun Xianhe couldn't hear, Zhu Fu Jingguang was very concerned about him.

He follows Yun Xianhe almost all the time, and he looks as if he wants to just hang him on his belt.

Compared to Zhu Fu Jingguang's nervousness, the person involved looked nonchalant.

This feeling of not being able to hear any sound at all is quite strange for the brave.

All sounds were taken away from him, and he could only imagine what his original voice should be like through his mind.

Whether it's the sound of your own voice, the sound of doors opening and closing, the sound of chewing, or the sound of nature...

It's raining today.

The detected electronic sticker fixed an onomatopeia of "swish swish swish" in Yun Xianhe's field of vision.

The wind blew up the scattered hair on my forehead.

The onomatopeia came up with another "rustling" and a small triangular arrow pointing diagonally upwards.

Yun Xianhe knew that this was referring to the apple tree in the yard.

"When will autumn come——"

I never ate any of the apples I planted.

The slightly unripe fruits on the branches jumped back and forth between winter and summer, but there was never a single one that was good enough for him to take a bite of.

boom

An apple fell on the lawn. Its thin red skin was wet by the rain and looked delicious.

The wind was quite strong, and half-ripe apples fell from the trees one after another.

Yun Xianhe, sitting on the outer porch, looked at the unripe apples.

A series of foods flashed through my mind, including dried apples, canned apples, applesauce, and apple preserves.

“It’s such a waste to drop it on the ground.”

The brave man said righteously.

I picked up the transparent umbrella under the eaves of the corridor, walked barefoot on the bluestone path, and stepped into the small piece of artificial turf.

Yun Xianhe picked up the apples and put them into the small bamboo basket he took out from his system backpack while muttering:

"It's shameful to waste it. Making it into preserved fruit is the right way. Hmm - jam is also good, and the crispy dried apples are also delicious."

Yun Xianhe, who was barely able to eat an apple, was in a very good mood.

He half-squatted with the umbrella over his shoulder, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the apple that was wet with rain.

Conan answered the phone and before he could say anything, he heard a crisp click coming from the other side.

The sound of crunchy chewing was quite obvious, mixed with someone's low muttering:

"This apple is good. Even though it's not fully ripe, it's still sweet and sour, and crisp. Tsk, it's just a little small. Why isn't it ripe yet?"

"..."

Conan on the other end of the phone opened his mouth, and for a moment he forgot what he was going to say.

There are no subtitles in the field of view.

Yun Xianhe took the phone in front of him and glanced at the display in confusion:

"Conan?"

"Ah, Brother Xianhe?"

"uh-huh."

"Xiaolan is out of the hospital today. Can you come to the detective agency to take a look?"

It seems like two days have passed since the last treatment.

Yun Xianhe thought about it and nodded in agreement:

"Okay, I'll go check it out in a bit."

"Okay, please."

"Well, why are you being so polite to me? See you later."

The person who hung up the phone turned around and went back to picking apples happily.

When Zhu Fujingguang finished cleaning up the upstairs, he came downstairs and saw his own child walking barefoot in the rain.

The transparent umbrella only protected the other person's head and shoulders, and the back area of ​​the beige shirt was covered with rain marks.

The trouser legs were already soaked and still had some tiny grains of sand on them.

An apple fell from the tree.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw Yun Xianhe squatting there and didn't stand up, so he moved over to pick it up.

The splashes of water also wet the slightly long hem of his shirt.

"...Xianhe."

Subtitles appeared in the field of vision, along with an arrow.

The characters do not reveal the tone of voice of the person speaking.

The man who realized belatedly whether he should put on shoes froze and the apple in his hand was almost crushed.

Yun Xianhe turned his head to look at Zhu Fujingguang who was standing outside the corridor.

He smiled and shook the apple in his hand at the other party:

"Mr. Guang, these apples taste pretty good!"

The hero looked very happy with his silly smile.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw water stains running down the other person's wrist and into his clothes.

...Okay, let’s change clothes.

"Here, this apple that looks the reddest is for Mr. Guang."

An apple was stuffed into my hand.

The fruit, still wet from the rain, was slightly cool, just like the fingertips that had just accidentally touched it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe who was looking at him cautiously, sighed slightly, and reached out to tap his head:

"Remember to wear shoes next time, be careful not to catch a cold."

The child is just a little bit playful and doesn't have any bad habits, so he should not be beaten.

"it is good--"

Very good! Successfully fooled them!

The brave man who hit the snake with a stick promptly proposed his own way of dealing with these apples.

Zhu Fu Jingguang put them in the kitchen and planned to cook them in the afternoon.

"Xiao Lan is out of the hospital. I decided to go to her house to see her. Mr. Guang, are you going?"

"Ah."

The two of them simply tidied up.

Yun Xianhe, who had changed his clothes, put on another thin coat at Zhu Fu Jingguang's strong request.

When walking on the road, Yun Xianhe always felt like someone was following him.

He looked back and there was nothing strange on the street.

I used my mind to expand the sound reception range to 40 meters, and sure enough, there was an onomatopoeia of faint footsteps in my field of vision.

The lighter the color, the farther away the opponent is and the lighter the movement.

murderer?

Yun Xianhe tilted his head and said to Zhu Fu Jingguang:

"Mr. Guang, I think I forgot to bring something. Can you go back and get it for me?"

"Huh? What?"

"Oh, it's the spray needed to treat Xiaolan. It's in the drawer of my study."

Zhu Fu Jingguang estimated the distance from here to the Maori Detective Agency, told Yun Xianhe to be careful with the road and so on, and then turned back.

There was a momentary pause in the onomatopoeia of footsteps on the screen.

After the sound word representing Zhu Fu Jingguang disappeared, another sound of footsteps became more blatant.

Yun Xianhe continued walking forward calmly.

When passing by an alley, he quickly turned in.

The person following him paused and walked casually through the alley without rushing to follow him.

Yun Xianhe, who was hiding behind a telephone pole holding a brick, raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the other party to be so vigilant.

However, judging from the fact that the other party was staring at her, Xiaolan must have seen the other party's appearance.

"It seems that we need to ask Officer Megure and his men to strengthen the supervision of those police officers and Xiaolan."

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe sent a message to Officer Megure.

After waiting in the alley for a while and making sure that the man would not come back, he slowly walked towards the Maori Detective Agency with an umbrella.

Yun Xianhe adjusted the range back to ten meters around him, half raised his head, and looked at the gray sky above his head through the transparent umbrella.

I reviewed the case details I heard from Conan and the others two days ago in my mind, wondering who it could be.

The person standing on the sidewalk waiting for the traffic light looked down at the puddles on the street with a slight frown on his face.

If you want to investigate this matter thoroughly, you need to solve the previous case first.

"Here he comes, Yun boy is here!"

"Brother Xianhe!"

Next to the window on the second floor of the office,

Kogoro Mouri and Conan excitedly waved at Yun Xianhe who was thirty meters away.

Those who didn't look up naturally didn't see them.

After adjusting the receiving distance, the electronic sticker will not take into account the pronunciation of creatures outside the range.

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to be thinking about something, and slowly put down his hand.

Maori Kogoro on the side raised his eyebrows:

"What are you doing, Yun-chan? It's not good to be distracted while walking."

"He's probably thinking about Sister Xiaolan's treatment method. After all, it's dangerous!!! Xianhe, get out of the way!!"

Onomatopeia symbolizing the roar of the engine came into view, followed by screams and exclamations from the surrounding people.

The brave man in the silent space turned his head blankly and looked in the direction marked by the arrow on the screen.

He saw a car that seemed to be out of control rushing towards him!

Five meters, so close!