Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

It turns out that even if there is no pain, the symptoms will still show the same reaction.

Yun Xianhe, who had vomited due to stomach cramps, collapsed in his chair, pressing his stomach lightly with mixed feelings.

Do I have to live a bland life these days?

In fact, not allowing him to continue eating is the biggest punishment for him, right?

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing by, looked at the man with a very pale face and ugly lips, sighed helplessly, and handed over the warm water mixed with stomach medicine in his hand.

"Drink a little. I know this medicine won't do much for you, but it'll be good to relieve it a little."

"Thank you, Mr. Guang."

Yun Xianhe took the black stomach medicine with a bitter look on his face and took a sip.

It’s okay, not too hard.

Conan, who was standing by, looked at the listless Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes and complained:

"You guy, if you feel upset in your stomach, just tell us. You can eat anything."

"Hahaha, it's rare for us all to get together."

He had no idea there would be such a big reaction.

It must be because I didn’t eat something mild to neutralize the first bite!

Someone started reviewing what he had eaten today and decided to avoid these dishes during the next few days when he has stomachache.

He doesn't want to eat at all, huh. (gritting teeth)

Hattori Heiji, who had been waiting in the box for Yun Xianhe and the others to return, came out to look for them.

At first glance, I saw Yun Xianhe sitting on the sofa in the hall.

"What are you doing? Xianhe, you're not drunk before you even start drinking, are you?"

"How is that possible? I can blow a bottle of white!"

"Oh! Is this true?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side coughed twice violently.

The brave man who was about to compete with his opponent calmed down instantly and drank the stomach medicine in his hand.

"Let's go, let's go back and eat."

"What? Can you really drink a bottle? The same old white liquor I gave to Uncle Maori before?"

"Hey, when you get married, I'll drink a whole bottle to show you."

"…ha?"

A group of people ate, drank and had fun all night.

By the time Xiaolan helped the drunk Uncle Maori into the car, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

After confirming that the rest of the people had been arranged, Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe, who was standing next to him with a bad complexion but no trace of pain on his face, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Xianhe you,"

"Mr. Guang, look, there's a fire over there."

"What,?!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked in the direction of Yun Xianhe's finger, and the orange-red firelight illuminated half of the sky.

The sounds of ambulances and fire trucks could be faintly heard, as well as occasional explosions from the fire scene.

"It shouldn't be caused by a bomb."

Yun Xianhe rubbed his chin after observing the fire for a while, and mentally hoped that the two members of the explosion team were safe.

Zhu Fu Jingguang understood what he meant, pursed his lips, and still sent a greeting message to the two people.

He was relieved to be told everything was fine and given the usual greetings.

Until I saw Matsuda Jinpei send me a message saying "I'm very interested in Yun Xianhe's previous wheelchair" and "I want him to help me ask if I can dismantle it."

Zhu Fujingguang chose to be selectively blind and put the turned-off phone back into his pocket.

"Go home first."

Matsuda, who hadn't received a reply yet, raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Hagiwara Kenji:

"Why didn't Guang get back to me?"

"Hagi doesn't know——"

Kenji Hagihara, who had written a lot of documents today, was lying dead on the table.

Seeing Matsuda Jinpei handing him the phone, he looked up and then twitched his mouth:

"Xiao Zhenping, I think you should ask Xiaoyun this question directly. If Guang knew about it, he would definitely not agree."

"..."

Just as I was thinking this, a message popped up on my phone:

'He agreed and will come to see you guys during lunch break tomorrow.'

"Sure enough! I knew that guy was the most loyal!"

Looking at Matsuda Jinpei who suddenly became happy, Hagiwara Kenji smiled helplessly and began to think about what to take Yun Xianhe to eat at noon tomorrow.

After all, the other party agreed to Matsuda's unreasonable request.

·

the weather is nice today.

Yun Xianhe, who was no match for Zhu Fu Jingguang, could only hand over the wheelchair that had transformed into a suitcase to him:

"Mr. Guang, this thing is not sinking."

"How about Xianhe, why don't you just sit down and go?"

“…I think walking is more beneficial to your health!”

The brave man who was almost deprived of the right to take a walk raised his arm, but was held down by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"elbow."

"Ahahahaha... isn't this medicine applied? And it's all bandaged well."

The brave man who was being watched touched the tip of his nose guiltily, his eyes wandering.

It turns out that the "check your arm" written on Zhu Fujingguang's memo yesterday was still necessary.

Such a large bruise and the scratches caused by the hard friction of the cloth were spread across the boy's elbow, and a small piece was even stuck to the clothes.

The brave man who casually said that he had temporarily lost his sense of pain ended up getting a blow to his head from Mr. Guang.

Of course, it doesn't hurt.

Now Yun Xianhe seems more like a fragile object in Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes.

In the past, you could hear a sound when something broke, but now there is no sound at all and you can only be careful at all times not to hurt the other person.

Feeling that the task was daunting, Mr. Guang tried to defend himself from all directions along the way.

Yun Xianhe looked at the person who had to pull his sleeve when crossing the road, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly:

"Mr. Guang, I just can't feel pain, I'm not blind."

"Really? Who banged on the door yesterday?"

"..."

He just ran too fast and looked back at them, so he didn't pay attention for a moment.

Yun Xianhe opened his mouth to explain (bian).

"Brother Xianhe? Brother Midorikawa?"

"Ah, it's those two big brothers!"

Yun Xianhe turned around when he heard the voice, and saw Conan, the three little ones, Officer Takagi and others getting out of the car.

"Good morning—"

Yun Xianhe waved to the group of people, walked over, and naturally reached out and rubbed Conan's forehead twice.

"Is there another case?"

"Yeah, but we came here with Officer Sato."

Seeing Officer Sato coming over with a small bottle of flowers in it, Yun Xianhe nodded slightly as a greeting.

The former chuckled at him and placed the bottle under the telephone pole next to the guardrail.

The rest of the people were all stunned.

Officer Shiratori, who was half leaning against the car, stared at Officer Sato's back for a moment, then suddenly remembered:

"Oh, now I remember. Today is the anniversary of the death of Officer Sato's father, Chief Inspector Sato Masayoshi. Yes, that's right, he died on this day."

"Hey?"

Yun Xianhe glanced at Officer Sato who was worshipping with a sad expression, then turned to look at Zhufu Jingguang.

The latter shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know.

After all, he was sent undercover into the organization right after graduation.

Shiratori Renzaburo standing by was very clear about the matter and briefly introduced the old case from 18 years ago.

"Eighteen years ago today, he died at this intersection while chasing a robber and murderer."

Gao Mu's tone was a little heavy: "This intersection..."

"Yes, he got to this intersection and was hit by a truck. Unfortunately, it was raining heavily that day and the ambulance was late in arriving at the scene. He breathed his last in the car under the gaze of Officer Sato and his family who arrived in time."

Hit by a truck...

Yun Xianhe rubbed his chin and recalled his last redemption mission.

It seems that there are quite a lot of orders for traveling to other dimensions in this area.

"I remember that case was called..."

"'Sorrowful and Thoughtful Man'."

Conan, who was standing by, naturally continued what Officer Shiratori said.

"Yes! 'Chou Si Lang'! It's 'Chou Si Lang'!"

"The detective who was hit by the truck kept repeating a mysterious name to the hit-and-run murderer. This incident was named the 'Chou Silang Incident'."

Thinking of this case file, the young detective's expression was serious and he explained fluently:

"Although a large-scale search network was set up to investigate, the investigation was in trouble because the detective who had the key elements of the case died, and the statute of limitations expired three years ago."

"Uncle Maori is telling you about these cases again. I'm not afraid that you will have nightmares at night."

Yun Xianhe's calm voice brought Conan back to his senses instantly.

The little detective realized that he had gotten carried away again and played dumb adorably:

"Ah, haha, I just overheard it the other day."

"Oh... I've seen this case on TV a few times and I remember it."

Seeing Officer Takagi taking over the conversation, Conan breathed a sigh of relief, but still enjoyed (? ) the hero's friendly (? ) pat on the head.

Your acting skills haven't improved, little detective.