Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Fortunately, the eagle just fainted and woke up after a while.

However, when Yun Xianhe saw the eagle waking up and walking towards him like a chicken, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

He glanced at the white horse scout, and then at the eagle resting at his leg:

"Your eagle is quite docile."

"Sorry, okay Watson, stop messing around and come back."

Watson, who felt very comfortable next to Yun Xianhe, said something was not right and turned his head away pretending not to see Bai Ma Tan.

Bai Matan's face looked shocked.

Gugu, who landed on Yun Xianhe's shoulder, looked down at the large group of birds on the ground and kept calling "gugu".

"Coo-coo-coo! (Give up, you stinky bird! This human is mine! He and my master are still good friends!)"

Watson, who was forcibly taken away by the white horse detective, expressed his dissatisfaction!

Give it a chance! It's better than that stinky pigeon!

Although the people who witnessed the whole process didn't know what they were arguing about, it looked very lively.

Conan looked at the eagle fluttering in Bai Ma's arms with half-moon eyes, then looked up at Yun Xianhe who was pinching Gu Gu's mouth with his hand:

"Brother Xianhe, you seem to be quite popular with small animals."

"It's okay, maybe my temperament is more likely to attract small animals?"

Yun Xianhe tilted his head slightly and smiled.

The appearance of the sickly pretty boy was quite deceptive.

At least people who meet him for the first time will never associate him with the image of a lively, strong and brave hero.

Knowing that dinner would take a while, Yun Xianhe politely declined the maid's suggestion to go to his room to rest, and instead found a sofa in the corner of the living room where everyone was gathered and planned to lie down.

He left Gugu in the guest room with a pile of food to prevent him from running into the eagle again and being targeted for food.

There were still indelible blood stains on the old fabric sofa.

The brave man, who was a bit of a germaphobe, looked for a while, and finally asked the maid for a clean blanket to spread out before sitting down, looking around the entire living room with half-closed eyes.

Walls, tables, floors, decorations everywhere...

Heterochromia carefully described all the details and began to recreate the crime scene in his mind.

First, they lost control of their own chaos, and then they started killing each other.

Unfortunately, most of the remaining traces had been cleared away, leaving only bloodstains that could be used to infer the direction of death.

There is no report on the Internet about what happened in this villa... because of the identity of the deceased?

A large amount of information flashed quickly on the system light screen that was invisible to others.

Finally, I found some information related to this annex from a post that sounded like a rumor.

"Rumors of a tragic incident forty years ago..."

After reading the post, Yun Xianhe narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the swollen and painful temples, and rubbed them gently twice.

No, the information is too mixed, and the time is not certain whether it is the same day.

He then clicked on the information of the people present that he had just found, and the brave man chuckled at the few clues.

Two people committed the crime? Or did they each have their own agenda?

Well, there's no problem protecting those three people, and the rest will just depend on luck.

If you are lucky enough to catch him, it is not impossible to save him.

When Conan avoided Xiaolan's invitation to play cards and came over, he happened to see Yun Xianhe stuffing a handful of pills into his mouth.

He remembered that it seemed to be used to replenish energy?

"Brother Xianhe, have you discovered anything?"

Ever since Yun Xianhe said that this invitation was not organized by Kidd, Conan always felt uneasy in his heart.

I always feel like something bad is going to happen.

"I found out that many people died here."

The man with a somewhat listless look said this casually.

Conan saw the corners of the other person's lips turned up, like a mischievous child.

"Please...where are the other clues?"

"Well - I suggest waiting and watching. Now is the time for werewolf."

"what?"

"Werewolves have infiltrated the civilian population."

Conan was stunned when he heard this, and instantly felt a chill down his spine.

"You mean..."

"Shh-"

Yun Xianhe gestured to Conan to keep quiet, and his low voice sounded distant, like an unknown revelation:

"The first clue is that the current owner of the annex is among the visitors."

"what?!"

"what!!!"

Ran, who was playing cards with the former prosecutor Gunda Ikumi not far away, suddenly screamed, and Conan ran over:

"What's wrong, Sister Xiaolan?!"

"There's blood on the playing cards. It's really a headache."

Ikumi Gunda looked at the two cards separated by Xiaolan with an unhappy expression.

"I didn't expect that even the playing cards were stained with blood."

"I remember the maid once said that the things in this annex have remained intact since the incident."

Harufu Mogi on the side smiled with a hint of amusement.

The last one to come over, Yun Xianhe, handed Xiaolan a clean handkerchief and chuckled:

"Isn't this good? It preserves some evidence for the detectives to investigate. It's just a little unsanitary. I guess they didn't disinfect it."

When everyone heard this, they remembered what they had just touched, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became a little ugly.

Xiaolan wiped her hands with a little more force.

Knock, knock,

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Today's dinner is finally ready. Please move to the dining room. The host is already waiting for you there."

The maid who pushed the door open scared Xiaolan.

Yun Xianhe patted the other person's shoulder and followed the others to the restaurant.

"Alas... I have no appetite at all."

Yun Xianhe, who was walking beside her, rubbed his lower abdomen, feeling his stomach becoming more and more uncomfortable, and then sighed:

“I hope they make it better.”

"Come to think of it, last time Brother Midorikawa said that the dish he cooked was a recipe given to him by Xianhe-kun?"

"Hmm, are you interested, Xiaolan? I have other recipes here for you."

"Hey? Is that okay?"

"Of course, but you have to pay a bag of salty cookies in exchange."

Yun Xianhe blinked at Xiaolan and smiled gently.

Xiaolan, who was a little flustered at first, gradually calmed down and said with a faint smile:

"No problem. Once I learn the dishes on the recipe, I'll ask Xianhe-kun to come and help taste test them."

"Good!"

Kidd, who was wearing Maori skin, rubbed his chin:

"It looks like I'm in for a treat."

Yun Xianhe tilted his head and looked at him: You shouldn’t be able to eat it by then, right?

Kidd understood what he meant and blinked: I can pretend to be you and eat it.

Brave Dead Fish Eyes: That was a treat for me.

Kidd tilted his head and said: I'll treat you to something else when we have the chance.

Someone instantly put on a sunny smile: Deal!

The two people who were in tune with each other communicated seamlessly with micro-expressions, which attracted Conando's glances several times.

When did Brother Xianhe become so close to Uncle Maori?

Several people entered the restaurant.

When he saw the person sitting in the middle, Yun Xianhe paused slightly, and then, regardless of the politeness of the others, he found the seat with his name written and sat down.

This almost rude behavior made everyone look at him.

However, the host did not say anything and did not intend to blame anyone at all.

"Come on, what do you mean by dressing like this? I think you watch too much TV,"

Seeing Mogi Haruki making sarcastic remarks, Yun Xianhe directly invited Conan and the others to come and sit down.

"Wouldn't this be too rude?"

Xiaolan, who was walking over, spoke in a low voice, and glanced cautiously at the strangely dressed man.

"Hmm? That's a dummy. Probably made of a megaphone and tape."

"what?!"

Yun Xianhe did not lower his voice when he said this, so everyone present heard it.

Unable to suppress his anger, Haruhi Mogi walked forward and lifted the cloak on the man's head. As expected, it was a dummy with an embedded loudspeaker.

"The six great detective masters present here..."

The dummy began to play the tape as programmed.

Yun Xianhe keenly noticed that the expressions of two people in the crowd looked ugly for a moment - that was the malice of the criminal when his method was exposed.

"It really is a fake person. How did you find out?"

Mogi Haruki looked at the dummy in surprise that was still playing voice automatically, and then looked at Yun Xianhe who was sitting there.

"It was too stiff, and there was no smell of a processed corpse in the air, so I assumed it was a dummy."

The expressions of the people who heard his words froze.

Haruki Mogi laughed awkwardly twice, feeling that the cloak in his hand was covered with bacteria.

After the dummy announced the rules of seating by name, he stopped talking.

Seeing that nothing happened, everyone looked around and finally sat down.

As if being manipulated from behind the scenes, the dummy spoke quickly after seeing them sit down:

"The reason I invited you all here this time is mainly because I hope you can help me find the treasure that is currently hidden somewhere in this annex."