Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The murderer turned out to be Sato Masayoshi's good friend? !

Officer Sato couldn't quite believe the answer, but she still forced herself to calm down and listen to Yun Xianhe's analysis.

"First of all, the so-called 'Chou Si Lang' is not the name of the criminal."

"Hey?"

"What do you mean by that?"

The fingers holding the pen tightened slightly.

So, it turns out that their inferences over the years were all wrong? !

"'Chou Si Lang' is a clue provided by the onlookers, right?"

"Um,"

"But why would the words spoken sporadically by the seriously injured patient at the car accident scene on a rainy night have to be the name of the criminal?"

Yun Xianhe tilted his head in confusion and said casually,

"After the police officer was put into the ambulance, he should have been able to speak, right?"

"Yes, my father was still conscious at the time."

"He could have easily told us the criminal's appearance or name, right? But he didn't do that, and he didn't mention 'Chou Si Lang' either."

Indeed, if you look at it this way, you will find that this so-called "Chou Si Lang" is very suspicious.

"The second point is, 'KAN O', in romanization it should be KA·N·O. If you analyze it carefully, you will find that it is exactly the same as Mr. Shikano's last name."

"Hey?"

"I think, maybe this KAN O is the code name your father gave to his friend, Officer Sato?"

Yun Xianhe looked at the person who was lost in thought and chuckled.

Conan, who was standing beside him, frowned and analyzed it several times, then muttered:

"Chou Silang... Turn yourself in... I get it! At that time, Officer Sato, what your father actually wanted to say was 'Go and turn yourself in'! But someone else misheard it!"

Seeing that Conan had figured it out, Yun Xianhe reached out and rubbed his head, as if to compliment him.

Although they saw a new breakthrough in the case, several people were not very happy.

After all, the statute of limitations has passed, and even if the other party knows the truth, they can still make excuses.

"Officer Sato, you should arrange for someone to investigate and confirm the answer."

"Ah."

Sato, who had calmed down a little, turned around and called Officer Megure.

Yun Xianhe stretched lazily, feeling as if he had overlooked something.

"By the way, Brother Xianhe, are you and Brother Midorikawa going on a trip with your suitcases?"

“…Oh…”

The brave man looked up at the position of the sun, then looked at Zhufu Jingguang with a guilty look:

"Mr. Guang, are we going to be late?"

"..."

Zhu Fujingguang took out his phone and glanced at the several unread messages on it, then spoke calmly:

"Just go to the restaurant."

"okay."

"Ok?"

Feeling that there was too much information, Conan tilted his head.

After casually sending the two people a restaurant location, Yun Xianhe patted Conan on the shoulder and said solemnly:

"I'll have to trouble you to keep working on the rest of the case and the arsonist, Conan."

The little detective twitched his lips and looked at him with crescent eyes:

"how about you?"

"Me? Of course I'll continue to date my friends. Besides, I'm not a detective."

The man who had just solved a case that had been unsolved for more than ten years spread his hands, looking very helpless.

All the inexplicable work tasks must be thrown away.

Because Ayumi saw the appearance of the suspected arsonist last night, in order to protect the other party's safety, Officer Sato, who was temporarily unable to spare any time, had to take them with him.

Yun Xianhe watched the other party drive away while waving his hand and casually said to Zhu Fu Jingguang:

"Why don't you just let these kids stay in the police station? Wouldn't it be more dangerous if they walked out?"

"…Maybe it's because children are too lively and we can't control them by force."

"Well, if that's the case, it's really troublesome."

Wouldn't it be better to just knock him out and leave him there?

Or you can ask the parents to help enroll them in cram schools or take their homework over.

The brave man thought secretly, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and quickly went to the restaurant.

·

"Sorry, sorry for the wait."

"Xiaoyun is late."

"You two, if you're any slower, Hagi and I will have to go back to work."

Matsuda Jinpei looked at Zhufu Jingguang who came in pulling the suitcase, then looked at Yun Xianhe who had empty hands, and turned his head to look behind them.

Didn’t you say to send the wheelchair over?

"Haha, I met a police officer I knew on the road and helped him solve a case."

"Hey - Xiaoyun is so awesome."

Kenji Hagiwara gave the hero a compliment.

"By the way, why did you take such a big suitcase? Could it be that it contains gifts for Hagi and Jinpei?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who didn't see the wheelchair, fixed his eyes on the suitcase. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the outer layer of fabric looked familiar.

"I'll show you."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe took the suitcase from Zhu Fu Jingguang and placed it on the ground, then casually pressed a few buttons on the back of the suitcase.

With the friction sound of gears turning, the box was unfolded, folded, and assembled in Yun Xianhe's hands...

"General!"

Looking at the suitcase that was turned into a wheelchair in a few seconds, Kenji Hagiwara opened his mouth in disbelief.

Matsuda Jinpei stood up excitedly, and his shining eyes left Yun Xianhe no doubt that he wanted to dismantle the wheelchair on the spot.

"Let's eat first. When we're done, I'll teach Mr. Jinpei how to turn it into a suitcase."

"That's a deal!"

The two guys, whose combined mental age was less than 5 years old, confirmed each other's thoughts at the first glance after sitting down.

Last time, the two of them couldn't decide who had a bigger appetite.

Today, it’s their turn to prove themselves!

"Hagi, order something light and easy to digest."

"Hmm - let Hagi see, how about udon?"

"what?"

Hearing about lunch, Jinpei Matsuda turned to look at the two people who were huddled together looking at the menu.

He glanced at Yun Xianhe opposite him again, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Boy, you can't do it."

"Who said that!"

"Is it okay for Xianhe to have udon noodles for lunch?"

Zhu Fujing, who was standing aside, glanced at Yun Xianhe, who froze for a moment, lacking confidence:

"Noodles are noodles, at least it's a change of taste."

"it is good."

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing the other party's aggrieved look, Jinpei Matsuda laughed out loud without any hesitation.

Kenji Hagiwara, who was looking at the menu, added:

"Xiao Zhenping, have something light too. You've been smoking a lot lately."

"Hahaha, huh? What does smoking have to do with a light diet? Besides, Hagi, I am..."

Jinpei Matsuda, who received a smile from Morofushi Kagemitsu, swallowed his saliva.

Kenji Hagiwara on the side smiled very brightly and ordered the same kind of noodles as Yun Xianhe for Matsuda neatly.

The sanctioned Mazda let out a light click of his tongue, folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair, as if he had agreed to their order.

After the two people with dietary restrictions looked at each other, they came up with a new way of competing in unison.

If you don’t compete in quantity, then compete in speed!

When the ramen was served, both people picked up their chopsticks at the same time, adopting the same posture.

Morobushi Keimitsu and Hagiwara Kenji, who had just said "I'm starting", stopped what they were doing and looked at them.

"One." Yun Xianhe.

“2.” Jinpei Matsuda.

"3!" x2

Both parties picked up the noodles with their chopsticks and stuffed them into their mouths at the same time.

Kenji Hagiwara was so frightened that he almost dropped the cutlery in his hand.

"Aren't you guys hot?"

The sound of two people slurping noodles responded to Hagiwara Kenji.

Matsuda Jinpei, who got his mouth burned by the first chopstick, had a grim look on his face. He looked at Yun Xianhe opposite him who was not at all panicked, and hurriedly took a sip of the ice water beside him.

Doesn't this guy feel hot?! Or is the other person's face cooler than his?

The brave man who finished eating first put down his chopsticks, took a tissue and wiped his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse:

"I won."

"hateful!"

Matsuda, who had almost finished his meal, angrily stuffed the last piece of barbecued pork into his mouth.

Yun Xianhe on the opposite side laughed heartlessly:

"Mr. Jinping, remember to buy a jigsaw puzzle. Get a super-large one."

"I see! So you don't feel the heat at all?"

Jinpei Matsuda, whose tongue was still a little numb, muttered something.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was eating, paused and put down the spoon in his hand.

"Xianhe, open your mouth."

"..."

In fact, it felt like he was scalded, but someone who had no sense of pain at all blinked uncomfortably.

Matsuda, who was sitting opposite him, could see his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"You didn't burn your throat, did you?"