Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Conan and Hattori looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes. They could already imagine how much this guy had eaten when he sneaked out just now.

Because of this case, the stage play prepared by Sonoko and her friends was shelved.

Even if it could be replayed, audiences wouldn’t want to watch it in a stadium where someone had just died.

Xiaolan and Sonoko, who had not had time to change their clothes, stood side by side by the window, looking at the sky full of dark clouds.

"Really... the show is reaching its most exciting part."

Yuanzi was a little depressed.

I spent a lot of effort planning this stage play, but I haven't even seen the end yet.

"Garden..."

"It's okay! I took a lot of photos!"

Yuanzi's eyes lit up as she thought of something, and she found a camera in her hand.

Xiaolan looked at her high-spirited girlfriend and smiled helplessly and dotingly:

"Yes, yes, yes. So what kind of story does our great screenwriter want to write next?"

"Hehe——the secret cannot be revealed——"

Sonoko seemed mysterious, and Xiaolan curiously kept asking him questions, and Kazuha beside him also came over to join in the fun.

Yun Xianhe, who was seeing this from afar, seemed to suddenly think of something, and tapped the palm of his left hand with his right fist.

"Right. Here, it's your turn!"

Yun Xianhe took out a large bouquet of flowers from behind without any warning and stuffed it directly into Conan's arms.

The scent of various flowers mixed together and rushed towards him, making him sneeze violently.

"Where did you come from?!"

Hattori Heiji, who witnessed everything, was stunned. He pulled Yun Xianhe and looked around several times, but he couldn't find where on the other person's body could hide such a large bunch of flowers.

"Go, go, give flowers to the princess."

Conan, who was pushed and staggered, looked back at Yun Xianhe with his crescent eyes.

The latter winked teasingly:

"Remember to say something nice."

Then Yun Xianhe stopped paying attention to the other party and turned to discuss magic with Hattori Heiji.

Of course, he claimed that this was an advanced magic technique, which fooled the other party.

The little detective sighed lightly, looked at Xiaolan in her princess dress, straightened his clothes a little, and ran over with the flowers in his hands.

Xiaolan was obviously very happy to receive the flowers.

Yun Xianhe casually took out a flower and stuffed it into the curious Hattori Heiji's pocket. He glanced at the envious He Ye next to him and said speechlessly:

"Aren't you going to chat with He Ye?"

"what?"

"Don't you like each other?"

"Huh?! Who would like that gossip?"

Osaka Chocolate, whose heart was touched, bluffed and had two petals plucked off the flower in his hand.

Yun Xianhe looked at someone who was trying to cover up his true intentions, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"You really don't like it?"

Perhaps it was because Yun Xianhe's tone was a little serious when he said this, which made Hattori Heiji hesitate for a lot.

He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, then glanced at He Ye who was smiling very cutely over there, his eyes wandering.

"Well……"

"Really? If you like me, just say so. You two are childhood sweethearts. Besides, Kazuha likes you too, doesn't she?"

"Eh? He Ye likes me?! How is that possible? That girl always calls herself my sister and bullies me."

"..."

Are you the stone or am I the stone?

Yun Xianhe opened his mouth and decided not to continue discussing this topic with this emotional idiot.

Sure enough, God gave them an extremely smart detective brain, and that's all that's left.

A group of people who are slow at everything except solving crimes.

[Sir, another force has been detected intervening. ]

A message from the dispatched robot suddenly popped up on the system panel.

Yun Xianhe manually took out a handful of flowers and stuffed them into Hattori Heiji's arms, temporarily suppressing his muttering.

His empty eyes were fixed on the photos that the robots showed back on the system screen.

Hmm - has the recent noise attracted the attention of the World Anti-Black Organization?

"I'll sit for a while. Call me if you want to go out for dinner."

"??"

Without waiting for Hattori Heiji to react, Yun Xianhe found the nearest seat and sat down.

Then he reached out and pulled up the hood of his clothes to cover his eyes, as if he was going to take a nap.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at him twice more but didn't think too much about it. He just covered the other person with his coat to prevent him from catching a cold.

·

Consciousness sinks and connects.

Yun Xianhe, who successfully took over the robot's body, controlled the shell and squatted on the wall carelessly.

He looked curiously at the foreign woman with short blond hair and the big guy at the alley.

And Vermouth, who was standing in the middle of the alley, nearly 30 meters away from him.

It seems like you are not here to find him?

Vermouth was in a bad mood after her dagger was stolen again. She vaguely heard the person who ran away say:

"A treasure from ancient times! Although the model is the same as the previous one, the degree of wear and tear on it is different!"

“Well, you can collect it.”

Vermouth, who has lost half a box of daggers this week: ...

No, what kind of weird people are in this organization? They all have a collecting habit, right?

The Thousand-Faced Witch is now quite doubtful about life.

She initially applied to come here just out of curiosity.

She originally thought that the boss would not agree and would ask her to continue developing in the United States, but she did not expect that the other party was also very interested in this organization, so she was sent here for a long time.

Rum, the head of the intelligence organization, was also curious.

Only gin and vodka are killing people with a vengeance that cannot be forgiven.

But now it's okay.

When you meet a group of perverts with very high IQs, overwhelming skills but weird quirks, no one can escape.

Just tell me, who would go to someone else's base in the middle of the night to dismantle helicopters and off-road vehicles and transport them away?

You don’t have a base, right?

It's really special#＃@＆?ˊ@# (various black organization swear words are omitted here)

Looking at the two guys who looked back at her a few times before leaving, Vermouth took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Out of sight, out of mind! Get out of here now!

"Tsk, collect some good stuff."

This group of robots has the ability to think for themselves, but the highest authority is controlled by Yun Xianhe.

So he appears to be both loyal and a little silly.

The robot chip whose control authority was taken over by Yun Xianhe heard this and asked in confusion:

"Aren't these ancient objects good?"

Yun Xianhe thought of the highly civilized world where these guys were born, where such things were no longer seen:

"...As long as you are happy."

"Thank you, sir! You are the best!"

The robots, who were obviously not being sent out to work for the first time, were very happy.

As expected, their Maker dotes on them the most!

Yun Xianhe, who always felt like someone was watching him, controlled the robot, turned slightly and looked left and right, seemingly scanning the building in the distance unintentionally.

Is there anyone else? A new member of the Black Organization? Or is he in the same group as those two guys below?

It can't be another force, right?

How about changing the place?

"K651, have you ever thought about going somewhere else to have some fun?"

"We go wherever the adults say."

A robot's absolute obedience to its maker is deeply ingrained.

Yun Xianhe rubbed his chin, tilted his head slightly to the side, dodged a sniper bullet, and gave an order casually:

"Come here, some people, take everything from the guy behind me."

"Grab them all?"

"Leave the clothes to him."

"Oh."

The robot L329, which is currently researching this clothing material, expressed some regret.

The guy who was studying the human body was also very sorry, but when he remembered that the adults didn't say that scanning and blood drawing were not allowed, he instantly perked up again.

The sniper in the distance had no idea that he was about to encounter some strange accident, he just felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Yun Xianhe looked at the two people who seemed to be planning to attack Vermouth, as well as the group of people waiting in the alley next door, and waved his hand:

"Anyone who has come from afar is a guest. Don't you know him? Then catch him and get to know him."

Following the command sent by Yun Xianhe, the robot hidden in the dark took action instantly.

The anesthetic needle is connected to the anesthetic bullet, and then the smoke is applied to a larger area.

The two people at the corner of the street didn't even know who their enemy was, but they were injected with several injections of drugs and fell unconscious on the spot.

All the people who were about to take action at the other end of the alley stopped.

Vermouth, startled by the noise, turned around and saw four or five men in black robes holding all kinds of strange instruments, examining the person lying on the ground.

"..."

It was a familiar process, but the difference was that this time she was standing in a gloating viewing position.

The Thousand-Faced Witch vigilantly placed her hand on the gun at her waist. Even though she knew it was useless, she still tried to find a sense of security from this little firepower.

"Hey!"