Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"thanks for treatment--"

"It's a good meal - I'm full! The flower-growing food here tastes really good!"

"As long as you like it."

After eating and drinking their fill, the four of them walked slowly towards Maori's office, chatting about random things.

"Brother Xianhe, do you go to that restaurant often? It seems like you are very familiar with the dishes there."

“Well, actually, that store is mine.”

"Hey?!"

Maori and the others looked at Yun Xianhe in shock, and the latter tilted his head slightly:

"What's wrong?"

Conan thought of something and asked tentatively:

"Then, between Brother Xianhe and Fuyun Group..."

"Ah, that one belonged to my uncle, but it's mine now, too."

Yun Xianhe said nonchalantly when thinking of his current character setting.

The look of not caring about money at all made Conan's mouth twitch.

Unexpectedly, there was such a hidden rich man around him.

"Hey, Conan, the Fuyun Group you mentioned is not the same as the Sonoko family, right?"

"Ah."

This time, not only Conan was shocked, even Maori Kogoro couldn't help but look at Yun Xianhe a few more times.

"Since you are so rich, why do you still want to write novels?"

"Because I have a friend who likes to read novels. And I want to write down the story between them and me and give it to them when the time comes."

"That's great. They must be very happy to have a friend like Yun-kun."

Xiaolan on the side sighed.

Yun Xianhe smiled and said:

"You are my friends too. When I finish this book, I will write a story with you all."

"Really?! I feel so happy! Now, can I just call Yun Jun 'Xianhe'?"

"Of course, Xiaolan."

“Want to write me in the book?”

Maori Kogoro, who was walking in front, stopped in his tracks instantly, turned back and gave Yun Xianhe a confident smile:

"Then you must write well and reflect the majesty of me, Maori Kogoro!"

"Of course, when I finish writing the first one, I'll show it to Uncle Maori."

"Hahahahaha!"

"father!"

Looking at Conan who seemed to have gotten used to Kogoro Mouri's appearance, Yun Xianhe couldn't help but reach out and rub his head twice.

Conan looked up at him with a slightly accusing look in his eyes.

Yun Xianhe understood immediately and gave him a thumbs up:

"I'll include Conan in it, too."

"..."

Is this what he wants to say?! Why does this person like to touch his head so much!

"Oh, it's so late now. We need to go back quickly. There's a TV series starring Yoko today."

"Ms. Yoko! I'll be back to see you right now!"

"Be careful, Dad!"

drip-

"Danger!"

Seeing that the car was about to collide, Yun Xianhe reached out and picked up Maori Kogoro from the road.

He looked so nonchalant as if the person he was holding in his hand was not an adult male.

"Uncle Maori, are you okay?"

Kogoro Mori, who felt that he had just flown into the air, was stunned for a few seconds before he exclaimed, and then rushed towards the car that had just stopped in anger.

"What are you doing? Be careful!"

Looking at Xiaowulang who was arguing with others vigorously, Yun Xianhe sighed slightly.

It seems that everything is fine.

"It was obviously you, Dad, who suddenly ran out to the street. If it weren't for Xianhe, you might have been injured now."

"That's it!"

"Really..."

Kogoro, who was so aggressive just now, looked at Xiaolan and Conan awkwardly.

"Why are you still holding me back..."

Jingle Bell--

"Moshimoshi? Hai."

……

"Inspector Megure? Huh?! The First Investigation Division of the Police Headquarters?!"

Ok?

The people present quickly locked onto the frightened man in front of them.

Kogoro Mouri snatched the other person's cell phone and started chatting with Inspector Megure on the opposite side, and then quickly captured the other person.

"If you have anything to say, come with me to the crime scene and talk!"

Yun Xianhe, who was watching the show, frowned slightly.

Can the suspect be called back to the scene with just a phone call?

Yun Xianhe, who had collected some small details, looked at Kogoro who was still warning the man, and patted Conan on the shoulder:

"It looks like you still have a long way to go."

Train Uncle Maori to be an excellent detective or something.

Conan, who was thinking about something, twitched his mouth speechlessly when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up.

"Hey, Brother Xianhe, you haven't seen Uncle Maori solve a case, right? Do you want to go and see it together?"

Yun Xianhe, who was about to leave, looked at Conan's hand pulling at his clothes and raised his eyebrows slightly.

What do you mean? Do you want him to help solve the case? Or to help dictate?

Conan responded with an extremely obedient smile:

Of course I need your help in dictating it!

Since there are people present who know his identity and can cooperate with him, why bother trying every possible way to give hints to Uncle Maori?

Wouldn’t it be better to just send the answer directly?

"Eh? No, Conan, it's already so late, and Xianhe isn't feeling well."

"It's okay, Xiaolan. I just happen to want to see Uncle Maori solve the case."

"Eh? In that case..."

Several people arrived at the crime scene.

As expected, Uncle Maori was criticized by Inspector Megure.

After viewing the scene, there was a routine questioning session.

It was obvious that the three people present had their reasons for killing the victim.

Yun Xianhe stood at the edge of the crowd like an invisible man, watching Conan looking for clues everywhere.

The micro-expressions on the suspects' faces are quite interesting. Their panic when their lies are exposed is just like that of a newcomer who makes a mistake on stage.

"So there are so many dramas to watch during the reasoning process?"

Looking at the little detective who was lost in thought and completely concealing his expression, Yun Xianhe sighed slightly.

This guy's acting skills aren't that good either.

While no one was paying attention, Yun Xianhe secretly tapped Conan's shoulder with his finger.

"Have you figured it out, little detective?"

"It's strange, what's wrong..."

"Face."

"Face?"

At this time, Xiaolan who was standing by suddenly came over, looked at the face of the corpse and said:

"It's weird."

The man who had been deep in thought just now suddenly asked in a husky voice:

"What do you think is strange, Sister Xiaolan?"

"Because... she uses a facial mask but there are no wrinkles around her mouth at all."

Looking at Conan who suddenly understood something, Yun Xianhe added slowly:

"One contact lens is missing."

"real?!"

Following this line of thought, Conan suddenly looked up at Yun Xianhe:

"Brother Xianhe, have you already..."

Yun Xianhe gestured to him to keep quiet, blinked his eyes and said:

"One last tip, time."

"Time? What do you mean?"

"You have to think about it yourself. I'm not a detective."

Looking at Conan with his half-moon eyes, Yun Xianhe rubbed his head happily.

"I won't help you today. I'm here to watch the show."

"Hey--"

Receiving the accusing look from the other party, Yun Xianhe smiled at him teasingly.

He raised his hand and pulled the collar up around his neck, and even coughed twice.

"are you sick?"

"No, I'm going to go out with you guys tomorrow."

Looking at the [inflamed] Yun Xianhe on the panel, he was lying with his eyes open.

"By the way, Xianhe, where are you studying now?"

“I have already graduated from college.”

"Hey?!"

Xiaolan looked at Yun Xianhe in shock, who seemed younger than herself, and blinked:

"Amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment. Actually, I think Conan is very smart. If he wants, he can skip a grade and finish his studies early."

Conan, who was inexplicably named, looked up at Yun Xianhe.

I had a clearer understanding of what Dr. Agasa had said about Yun Xianhe being a genius.

"What major did you study at Xianhe University?"

"Too many, I don't know. Anyway, the school gave out certificates and trophies. If you're curious, Xiaolan can come to my house and take a look. Of course, Conan is also welcome to come and play."

The brave man raised his hand and accurately interrupted the spell cast by a jealous king.

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to have predicted his actions in advance, and pulled him aside with a half-moon eye and asked in a low voice:

"You don't like Xiaolan, do you?"

"A wise man does not fall in love, but overthrows the darkness of the world."

"What the hell!"

Seeing the people carrying the body away, Conan didn't continue arguing with Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe looked at Conan who was pretending to be cute and giving hints, and quietly recorded it with the system camera.

I always feel that Miss Yukiko would like it.

It was not until he saw Conan knock down Kogoro Mouri with an anesthetic needle that Yun Xianhe rubbed his neck with lingering fear.

"Will Uncle Maori die from this?"

[Won't.]

After getting a positive answer, Yun Xianhe rubbed his chin and began to take great interest in Kogoro's body.

He is indeed one of the sons of destiny, so resilient.

Yun Xianhe suddenly felt a chill on his neck when he suddenly met Conan's eyes who was squatting behind a chair.

I feel like... I need to tell Conan about my drug resistance sometime.

This is to prevent the other person from pricking him with a needle. It would be embarrassing if he failed to knock himself down.

"Thanks for your hard work! This time, it was thanks to your help that we were able to solve the case, Maori brother!"

“Ah—ha.”

Looking at Maori Kogoro rubbing his neck, Yun Xianhe winked at Conan quietly:

Look, if you keep stabbing him like this, he'll probably get a stiff neck.

Conan rolled his eyes in response:

Who doesn't want to help him solve the case?

Yunyun doesn't know anything——

Yun Xianhe, who was pretending to be stupid, turned around to look at the scenery and began to sigh that the moon was so beautiful tonight.

Also, there was a large pile of snow before dinner, so how come it disappeared so inexplicably?

Magic, it must be magic!

Kogoro Mori, who had received a lot of praise, stood with his hands on his hips with great pride, and it seemed as if his tongue was about to pop out from laughing.

Looks very proud and complacent.

But based on the other party's small movements and micro-expressions that Yun Xianhe had seen before...

Sure enough, the word "confused" is still debatable.

"Congratulations, Uncle Maori. To celebrate everyone's successful case solving, do you want to go out for a midnight snack together?"

Looking at the three people who turned to look at him, Yun Xianhe blinked and added naturally:

"It's my treat."

"Good!"

"father!"

Looking at the father and daughter who were in a mess and Conan who was watching the show speechlessly, Yun Xianhe sighed in his heart:

It's quite interesting to hang out with the protagonists.