Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"I decided to buy that publishing house."

Yun Xianhe, who was about to go out, looked at the phone interface that had just been hung up with resentment.

He spoke in a rather willful manner about the feat he was about to perform.

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side smiled helplessly and handed the scarf to the other party:

"The weather has turned cooler these days, Xianhe should be careful not to catch a cold."

"Okay, okay -"

Is this something he can control?

With such an extremely fragile physique, he could get seriously ill if he wasn't careful.

I would like to thank Xiao Tiandao for still having some conscience, at least he is not negative.

Yun Xianhe came out of the house, looked at the desolate streets and let out a long sigh.

The exhaled breath turned into white mist and dissipated in the cold winter wind, as if blowing away the depression in the boy's heart.

I don’t know when I can go home.

I have to finish writing the novel and drawing the comics before I go back.

By the way, Cotton will probably like this collection of anime illustrations, so take one home with you.

There is also a middle school cloak for Ghost, a magnesium-aluminum photo of Uncle Stone, and a picture album of Little Sun.

Sir, what should I bring?

"Idle Crane?"

"Hmm? Hello Conan, are you cold?"

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the detective agency.

Yun Xianhe glanced at Conan, who seemed a little depressed, and naturally took out a medicine bottle from his pocket:

"Here, a special cold medicine. I promise you'll be better by the afternoon."

"So powerful? By the way, why do you carry so many medicines with you?"

Conan looked speechless as he watched the other person stuff the bottles into his pockets one by one.

Treasure box? This guy.

"Haha, because I get sick all the time. These medicines I have are specially made and cannot be bought on the market."

"Ah-ah!"

Conan looked at the black pill in his hand and threw it into his mouth with some doubt.

"so bitter!"

"Come on, come on, go upstairs and drink some water."

"The side of the schoolbag, ugh!"

Yun Xianhe quickly put the cup to Conan's mouth.

The latter took a big sip and felt like he was alive again.

“Why is it so bitter?!”

"Good medicine tastes bitter. Look, your nasal tone has disappeared now. Does your throat hurt?"

"Throat, eh? It really doesn't hurt anymore?! This is amazing!"

"Right."

How can it not be amazing? It was exchanged for 100 points in the system mall.

If it were someone else, Yun Xianhe might not have given the special medicine so quickly.

"So what brings you here?"

"Go up first and then talk."

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"…He must be keeping an eye on you somewhere."

"Hey?!"

"I think it might be around here."

The two people who just pushed the door open heard someone's voice and Xiaolan's incredulous voice:

"Shinichi, has he been keeping an eye on me?!"

Conan, who was standing at the door, paused and froze in place.

Yun Xianhe looked in the direction of the voice and saw a high school student with dark skin.

The other person was wearing a baseball cap that made it impossible to see his eyes, had a very large bag on his back, and spoke with a Kansai accent.

"Oh? Are there guests?"

"Xianhe? Why are you here?"

Yun Xianhe pushed the little detective in front of him inward without leaving a trace, and asked in a puzzled manner:

"Are you busy? How about I come next time?"

"No, no, we are talking about Shinichi, ah..."

"I know Shinichi."

"Hey?!"

"Then do you know where he is?!"

Looking at the two people rushing over excitedly, Yun Xianhe took a step back slightly with a decent smile on his face.

"I don't know, but I know him."

"Is this so?"

The dark-skinned DK began to think about the problem, while Xiaolan beside him tilted her head in confusion:

"Xianhe actually knew Shinichi?"

"Well, he saved me once when I came here to play before."

"Hey--"

Hattori Heiji looked at Yun Xianhe and narrowed his eyes slightly. His detective intuition told him that the person in front of him was definitely not simple.

Yun Xianhe noticed the sight and looked over:

"Is there a problem?"

"No, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Hattori Heiji, and I'm a high school detective like Kudo Shinichi."

"High school student?"

"detective?!"

[Ding, the appearance of a key person is detected. ]

[Hattori Heiji, a high school detective from Kansai, comes here specifically to compete with Kudo Shinichi. ]

[A cheerful and lively detective, who is quite smart but emotionally dull.]

Several people looked at Hattori Heiji with slight surprise, except Yun Xianhe who reached out and rubbed Conan's head.

"Feeling almost well?"

"Yeah, it works really fast."

"Oh? Little brother, do you have a cold?"

"Well, but Brother Xianhe has given me some medicine, and I think I'm fine now!"

Seeing Conan full of energy, Xiaolan was still a little worried and took people to measure his temperature.

Seeing that he was of no use, Hattori Heiji turned around and started chatting with Mori Kogoro.

Yun Xianhe was bored and began to look at the bookshelves in the detective agency.

Just as I was about to reach out and take a book, I heard a ding sound in my head.

[It was detected that the host had given Conan a special cold medicine, thus avoiding the danger of his identity being exposed. ]

[Because you changed the storyline, the 'event change penalty' is activated. 】

'Wait, what is this punishment?'

[That is, Mr. Yun, although you did not save others, you changed the more important cause and effect in the story line, so you were judged by the rules.]

After listening to Tiandao's explanation, Yun Xianhe pinched his eyebrows with a headache and began to pray that this punishment would not be something strange.

[This punishment is "occasionally panicking", which can easily turn into angina pectoris. ]

"???"

[The heart, like a bomb, seems to be operating normally, and no one knows when it will give a backstab. ]

[The penalty time is 24h intermittent irregularity, which has been issued. 】

After standing there for a while and feeling it, Yun Xianhe felt numb after making sure that the punishment had not yet taken effect.

Well, it just becomes a time bomb, right?

Yun Xianhe, who had lost the desire to read, shifted his gaze to the window, feeling a sense of sadness emanating from his whole body.

what--

Damn the laws of nature! Damn the rules of the world!

Just give him a script that will destroy the world!

"…Oh! So now the famous detective of Kanto is me, Maori Kogoro!"

Ignoring Uncle Maori's boasting, Xiaolan, who was leading Conan out, asked:

"So? Why exactly did you come to see Shinichi?"

"In order to see what this person who is being compared to me is like, I will stay here and bother you before meeting Kudo."

As he spoke, Hattori Heiji took out a well-packaged bottle of Lao Baigan from his backpack and placed it in front of Maori Kogoro:

"This is a white liquor made from flowers. Consider it a gift for meeting you. Take it."

"How can anyone act on his own initiative like this?"

Seeing that Xiaolan seemed a little angry, Hattori Heiji shrugged.

I was about to say something when I was interrupted by a sudden voice:

"How long do you want me to ring the bell outside?"

Yun Xianhe, who was not very interested in the case, retreated to a corner and started chatting with Conan.

"What are you going to do?"

"what?"

"That piece of chocolate is coming for you."

Conan was stunned for a moment when he heard the adjective "Yun Xianhe", and turned slightly to look at Hattori Heiji.

"Pfft, cough! Let's wait and see. If we don't do anything, we don't know what the other party will do."

"Well—he looks a bit like you to me."

"Hey, hey, how can they be similar?"

Yun Xianhe thought about it for a while and gave a pertinent answer:

"A curious detective, a little reckless and impulsive."

“…Are you praising me?”

"…Then let's go and take a look together. Maybe Kudo Shinichi will go too. Those two who are whispering over there, it's time to leave."

The two of them looked up together and saw Hattori Heiji's bold and confident smile.

Yun Xianhe pursed his lips at Conan:

Look, do they look alike?

The little detective's mouth twitched slightly and he decided to drop the topic.

"Come to think of it, if we talk about the most powerful detective here, it should be you, Brother Xianhe."

After all, just by standing there and taking a few glances, one can figure out the entire case and even deduce the modus operandi.

Ordinary detectives can't do that.

"I'm not a detective. I'm just a novelist."

"..."

What a waste of talent!

The few of them took two taxis to their destination.

Conan, who was sitting in the back seat, glanced at Yun Xianhe beside him from time to time, feeling heartbroken.

He could even imagine how much trouble Yun Xianhe would cause if he entered the detective circle.

However, the other party was not interested in this.

Looking at Conan who seemed a little depressed, Yun Xianhe comforted him:

"Don't worry, I have decided to buy that publishing house. I will have time to travel with you from now on."

“…I’m not thinking about that!”

Conan sighed silently and muttered:

"Really? Such a great talent is wasted. She's obviously a good detective..."

"Oh? So he's a detective too?"

"?!"

Looking at Hattori Heiji who had come up to him from the front seat at some point, Conan felt his heart skip a beat with fear.

Yun Xianhe's performance was even more obvious.

The face, which originally had some color, suddenly turned completely pale, and a lot of sweat appeared on the forehead.

"Xianhe?! Breathe! Breathe slowly!"

"Hey! Are you okay, bro? Do you need to turn around and go to the hospital now?!"

【Drip, angina pectoris is triggered once.】

The boy's bony hands tightly grasped a small piece of cloth over his heart.

After taking a long, slow deep breath, he suppressed the overwhelming panic and forced a smile:

"fine,"

Yun Xianhe understood this feeling very well. He had the same feeling the last time he was scared in the hot spring.

Hattori Heiji realized that he had scared someone and was stunned for a moment, then quickly apologized.

Yun Xianhe waved at him, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured a pill and swallowed it.

Being interrupted like this, Hattori Heiji was at a loss for words.

It was not until he saw that Yun Xianhe's face looked much better that he asked:

"Are you a detective too?"

“No, I’m a novelist.”