Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

When Hakuba Tan caught a glimpse of Chikan Jyoudai's figure appearing on the computer screen, he almost put the chess piece in the wrong place.

He stared blankly at the other person walking upstairs from the side door, and turned back to ask Mogi Harufumi with some uncertainty:

"You just confirmed that the Detective Chikama is dead, right?"

Hallucinations from playing chess?

Everyone who heard his words was startled and came over to watch the surveillance video.

The person who should have fallen off the cliff with the car not long ago is now alive and well in the picture, and his legs and feet seem to be more nimble than anyone else in the room.

Yun Xianhe simply tapped the keyboard a few times.

Let the video in the other party's monitoring room temporarily loop to the time when Uncle Maori and his friends just came back and started to rest.

"So, are you going to continue acting with her?"

Everyone was silent for a moment as they watched Chikan Jiangdai climb swiftly into the dark room of the attic on the screen.

Gunda Ikumi smiled with interest:

"I'm still quite curious as to why she gathered us here. If it's just for the treasure, it's a bit too boring."

"That's true. I always feel that Sister Qianjian is hiding something from us."

Mogi Harufu on the side rubbed his chin. Today he had finally experienced the saying "You can know a person's face but not his heart".

"Besides, the cause of Mr. Okami's death has not yet been clarified."

"Acting, how to do it?"

Xiaolan and the maid were a little worried as they couldn't keep up with everyone's thinking.

Gunda Ikumi patted her shoulder:

"You two just need to pretend you know nothing and follow me."

"Huh? Okay."

After everyone unanimously agreed, they decided to put on a show with the other party to see what was going on.

Yun Xianhe shrugged indifferently:

"I will die first in that moment, remember to cover me with a blanket."

Conan's mouth twitched when he heard this:

"Brother Xianhe, are you sleepy?"

"It's past midnight and I'm a patient."

A certain brave man said this confidently, with a hint of childishness.

Some of the people present couldn't help laughing out loud, and then nodded in agreement.

After briefly confirming the assignment of tasks, everyone returned to their previous positions and the stage play began.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing right in the center of the surveillance field, turned off his laptop and placed the chess piece on the board, which smoothly connected with the scene that had just been looped on the surveillance screen.

"Concession."

After the chess piece was settled, Yun Xianhe casually tore open a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth, looking at Bai Ma Tan with a smile:

"Are you still playing?"

"I don't want to play anymore. You're playing this game like a cheat."

The young detective was hit hard. He picked up the black tea beside him and took a sip, as if trying to suppress his resentment.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting opposite him, spread his hands:

"Then shall I add some water?"

"You might need to release the sea."

"Hahaha, you, cough, cough, cough!!!"

The person sitting in the chair suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing.

On the surveillance footage, the boy's thin body was hunched, and his slightly protruding spine seemed to be visible through his shirt.

The blood slid down the fingers covering his mouth and fell onto the chessboard and collar bit by bit.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?! Are you feeling unwell?!"

Bai Ma Tan was startled by Yun Xianhe's actions.

The smell of blood in the air and the strong visual impact in front of him stunned him for a while.

He thought the other party was just talking, but wasn't this acting too realistic? ?

Where did this blood come from?!

The chess table was knocked over, and the young man, with a look of pain on his face, fell to the carpet, twitching and curled up, and fell silent after a while.

"Mr. Xianhe?!"

"Yun boy!"

Qian Jianjiangdai in the monitoring room looked at the chaotic crowd, his eyes swept across the teacups they were drinking tea from on the screen, and he smiled sinisterly.

"Brother Xianhe,"

Conan, with a surveillance camera on his back, knelt beside Yun Xianhe and reached out his hand to feel the other's breath and pulse with some fear.

Although they heard the other party say that he wanted to act, they never thought that the other party would vomit blood or something.

Could it be that Brother Xianhe's health suddenly deteriorated, so that the fake play became real? !

The fingers placed under the other person's nose could not feel the wind for a long time.

No breathing,

Just when Conan felt his heart sink, the person lying on the ground gently tugged at the corner of his clothes with his fingers hidden in a blind spot.

Conan calmed down instantly after feeling the weight.

The young detective used his best acting skills in his life, howling for his most precious friend and brother to come back.

The brave man who was inexplicably mourned tried hard to hold back his laughter.

The expressionless face looked very peaceful, except for the corners of the mouth which were twitching slightly.

Don’t cry, don’t cry. If you keep crying he will wake up laughing.

Perhaps she noticed his predicament (?), the considerate Xiaolan quickly took Conan away and comforted him in a corner for a while.

Kid, who was wearing Maori skin, said something to the maid.

Qianjian Jiangdai in the monitoring room watched as the other party brought a blanket and covered the person on the ground tightly from head to toe.

Perhaps Yun Xianhe's death stimulated the people gathered in the living room, and they finally decided to split into two groups to investigate the case.

Seeing everyone leave, Yun Xianhe maintained that posture and lay on the ground for a while.

He controlled the system connected to the computer with his mind, looped the surveillance footage of the room, and then stretched his stiff body.

"Um--"

The brave man lying on the ground looked like a big cat stretching.

It was raining today and the floor was doubly cool, otherwise he would have had a good and comfortable sleep.

The empty stomach reflects one's dissatisfaction in a timely manner.

The hero, who always felt that he would be miserable tomorrow if he didn't eat something, wiped his hands with a handkerchief and bought a small world sandwich in the system mall.

After searching for clues to the treasure outside, Conan avoided the camera and returned to the room. What he saw was Yun Xianhe eating a sandwich and sips of lemonade.

The other party lay on the ground without moving, and was very dedicated (?).

Wait, that's not right, where did he get the sandwich?

Forget about the sandwiches, but where did the lemonade come from?

"Want a bite?"

Your friend lying on the ground invites you.

Conan ran over, sat down cross-legged and looked at Yun Xianhe carefully.

After making sure that the other party was not feeling unwell, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"You scared me to death when you vomited blood just now."

"Hahaha, it seems that the quality of this fake blood bag is quite good. What did Uncle Maori and the others use? Ketchup?"

"Well, they just stole a bottle from the kitchen."

"That's fine. Anyway, the surveillance is not high-definition, so it's hard to tell the difference."

Conan looked at someone swallowing slowly and complained helplessly:

"Would it be better if you sat up to eat?"

"How can a corpse sit up?"

“…Corpses don’t eat either.”

The young detective gritted his teeth.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head and stuffed the remaining sandwich in his hand directly into Conan's mouth to cover his mouth.

The choked little detective patted his chest hard, and the culprit calmly handed him a bottle of water.

Without waiting for Conan to speak, Yun Xianhe took out a sandwich wrapped in oil paper from the backpack beside him:

"It tastes good, right? This is my secret recipe."

Conan was sure that the sandwich was hot, although it was unbelievable.

"Almost choked me."

"Hahaha, do you want another one?"

"Half."

"Wipe your hands clean before eating."

Two guys whose time had not yet come to perform, one lying down and the other sitting next to each other, ate a midnight snack without restraint.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the bewitched Xiaolan and the maid on the computer monitor and sighed:

"I really fainted."

"There are only two left."

Looking at the confrontation between Gunda Ikumi and Hakuba Tan, Conan finished his sandwich in a few bites, shook off the crumbs on his hands and walked to the designated location.

"Don't let it slip."

In every sense.

"Don't worry, I'll say it's what you just analyzed to me."

Conan waved at Yun Xianhe without looking back and left the room.

The brave man, who had managed to eat half full, took a small pillow and placed it behind his head, then closed his eyes and took a nap peacefully.

Sleep is impossible.

I don’t know whether Mr. Killer, who is far away in the romantic city, has slept at this late hour.

A brave man who was connected to the robot's consciousness controlled the shell and squatted on the wall. He looked at the brightly lit Black Organization base and rubbed his chin.

"what are they doing?"

"They are planning to organize a siege to capture us all in one fell swoop!"

The robot on the other end of the headset sounded very excited, and Yun Xianhe could also hear another person laughing.

"Hehehe, last time I got six RPGs, I hope I can get some more this time. I want to get seven and then paint them in seven colors."

"I want that sniper rifle! It will definitely be popular when I bring it back to the Small World Museum!"

"It has to be a hand grenade. Our compression bombs are no fun without pull rings."

A group of robots discussed in low voices with great interest how to shorten the exchange of fire this time.

Yun Xianhe's mouth twitched:

"...Be careful when you play. The repair technology of this planet's technological civilization is too low. If someone is missing an arm or a leg, they can't come out to play."

"Okay sir!"