Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"No wonder……"

Hattori Heiji muttered softly.

A detective might have to fight criminals at any time, and someone who looks so weak doesn't look like a detective at all.

Wait, is the other party a pure brainiac?

"your name?"

"Yun Xianhe, you can call me Xianhe."

"Very good, Xianhe-kun, who is better, you or Kudo Shinichi?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe slightly raised his eyebrows, with an ambiguous smile on his lips:

"If I answer this question myself, I might exaggerate. Why don't you ask Conan? He also knows Kudo."

At this point, Yun Xianhe turned his head to look at Conan, who was completely stunned, and smiled gently:

"Isn't that right, Conan-kun?"

"Ah...hahahaha...I think Xianhe brother and Shinichi brother are both very awesome."

The cute little detective scratched the back of his head, as if he didn't notice Hattori Heiji's speechless look.

"You can only choose one of the two. Hehe, if this guy is stronger than Kudo, then if I defeat him, it will be equivalent to defeating Kudo!"

Looking at Hattori Heiji who was inexplicably filled with fighting spirit, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows.

Competing with him in solving cases?

Conan obviously thought of Yun Xianhe's terrifying observation ability and gave the answer without hesitation:

"Brother Xianhe is more powerful!"

Yun Xianhe, who got an unexpected answer, glanced at Conan and said:

"I'm just a little smarter. In terms of detective professionalism, Kudo is probably a little better."

"Very good! Then I will compete with you!"

"……as long as you are happy."

Conan looked at Hattori Heiji, whose background seemed to be on fire.

He took another look at Yun Xianhe who had closed his eyes and was pretending to be asleep, then supported his chin and sighed helplessly.

I hope the other party won’t be hit.

·

Although I know that an incident will happen today.

But when Yun Xianhe saw the lady kill the diplomat in front of him, he couldn't help but feel confused.

Does this mean he is blind?

Inspector Megure responded to the call very quickly, and it was obvious that he was a veteran.

Several people found the room key in the inner pocket of the victim's trouser pocket and concluded that this was a closed-room murder case.

Yun Xianhe said that it was unnecessary, as the criminal almost hit him in the face with his hand.

And even if you didn't see what happened just now, it's actually very easy to see.

Take your eyes off the two people who probably can't help solve the case.

Yun Xianhe looked around the room.

Looking at Conan who was looking for clues with the chocolate bar, he reached out and picked him up.

"?!"

The little Corgi shook his short arms and legs and looked back at Yun Xianhe, who had an expressionless face:

"What's wrong, Brother Xianhe?"

Yun Xianhe didn't waste any words. He held Conan up and pushed him in front of the photo on the bookshelf.

He then looked at the large empty space on the bookshelf and the pile of books on the table.

Finally, he brought the man to the tape recorder.

"do you understand?"

"...?"

Looking at Conan who seemed to understand but not quite, Yun Xianhe sighed slightly.

Hattori Heiji on the side seemed a little anxious, or perhaps he was angry at Yun Xianhe's nonchalant attitude.

After reading all the clues, the little detective finally figured it out and shouted in disbelief:

"Brother Xianhe, have you figured out who the murderer is?!"

"Ah."

"Hey?!"

The people present looked at the pale-faced boy standing in the corner in shock.

The other person looked like he could be admitted to the ICU at any time.

As for his ability to solve cases, I still can't see it.

"Brother Xianhe, do you know who the murderer is?"

I have to say that Inspector Megure called me "brother" very well.

Yun Xianhe didn't bother about how the other person called him.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes hidden behind the glasses calmly scanned all the people present, and finally stopped on the woman who brought them here.

"She is the criminal."

"what?!"

Hattori Heiji, who came to a different conclusion, was not happy with this.

He stepped forward with a serious expression and said unconvincedly:

"Why do you think this person is the murderer? Where is the evidence? That lady came in with us."

"So who do you think the murderer is?"

"I,! Give me a little more time, I will definitely find it!"

Looking at Chocolate's serious expression, Yun Xianhe slightly turned sideways and made a please gesture to the other party.

Conan, who was standing by, had successfully connected all the clues and followed Hattori Heiji out of the room.

Yun Xianhe looked at the suspects gathered together and talked to Xiaolan in a bored manner:

"Does Xiaolan like Shinichi?"

"Eh?! Why are you asking this question all of a sudden?!"

"Because I feel that Xiaolan is particularly worried about the other person. She often misses the other person when she can't see him, and she often brings up the other person."

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and she said with an evasive look:

"Who would like that megalomaniac?"

Lying.

Although Yun Xianhe himself could not understand that kind of feeling, he could still see it.

"You actually like it, right?"

"Idle Crane!"

Xiaolan was a little angry and embarrassed, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything harsh to Yun Xianhe because of his sickly look.

He could only shake his fist angrily as a threat.

Yun Xianhe, who was touched by the other person's cute appearance, laughed softly:

"If you like him, then next time he calls you, Xiaolan should tell him directly."

Looking at someone who still wanted to argue, Yun Xianhe shook his finger at her and said cunningly:

"Nothing can capture the detective's heart more easily than a straight shot, and that guy is also very stubborn in this regard, isn't he?"

"Shinichi, Shinichi won't like me..."

"How can you know if you don't ask clearly? After all, Xiaolan, you know him very well, right?"

Seeing Xiaolan fall into deep thought, Yun Xianhe sighed slightly and stopped talking.

"Young lovers are so hard to understand. They obviously like each other, so why don't they just confess their love?"

[Mr. Yun, you don’t understand. This is just a trick between young lovers.]

"...I really don't understand, but...if I don't speak it out in time, the other party may never hear it again."

[Huh?! Don’t say such scary things!]

"Hahahaha... sorry, sorry."

But what he said was true.

"I know who the murderer is!"

Hattori Heiji walked back confidently and looked at Yun Xianhe provocatively.

Yun Xianhe pretended not to see it. He looked at Conan who was walking back and rubbed his head as usual.

"Do you understand?"

"Ah."

"Before I announce the murderer, I want to recreate the murderer's modus operandi at the time of the crime. Officer Megure, please act as the corpse."

Inspector Megure who was inexplicably named:? ?

Looking at Hattori Heiji taking out the roll of fishing line, Yun Xianhe showed an expression that said, "As expected."

The pair of heterochromatic eyes quietly watched the so-called restoration of the technique, and the brain quickly reviewed it.

What made the other party want to kill that person? Property?

The rapid disappearance of sugar gave Yun Xianhe a headache.

So when Conan turned around, he saw the person standing in the corner taking out the medicine bottle and putting medicine into his mouth.

"...How bad is your health?"

"? No, this is a candy tablet to replenish energy."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Looking at Conan who was looking at him speechlessly with the crescent eyes, Yun Xianhe directly poured a pill into his mouth.

The almost tasteless wafer melted in my mouth, and after a moment the dizziness caused by the cold seemed to be relieved?

It seems like there is a feeling, but also like there is nothing.

This strange feeling made Conan frown slightly, and he looked at Yun Xianhe suspiciously.

The latter patted his head, looking as if he had remembered something.

"This thing only becomes more noticeable after you use your brain too much."

"So you have a headache?"

"One thing is that we just got too many clues, and the analysis is a bit complicated."

After hearing this, Conan looked at Yun Xianhe's eyes and his silver-framed glasses and became more curious.

"I wanted to ask you before, Xianhe, do your glasses have any special functions?"

"Would you like to try it on?"

"?OK."

After taking a look at the few people who were still analyzing the case, Yun Xianhe half-knelt down.

He squinted his eyes, took off his glasses and handed them to Conan.

The latter took it, put it on and looked around carefully.

Always feel, very strange?

"This pair of glasses was made for me by a friend of mine. It blurs other people's view of the world."

"Hey- wait, blurry?"

Yun Xianhe closed his eyes and nodded, then raised his hand and tapped the corner of his eye:

"Conan may think that I have hyperthymesia, and my eyes can easily see some things. It's okay to take a short look, but if I keep looking at it or see it unconsciously, my brain will automatically analyze it and my head will hurt a lot."

The boy's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were revealed.

Conan stared at his reflection in the other person's eyes in a daze, and suddenly felt creepy.

He suddenly had an illusion.

All the sins in the world, any small gesture or expression of anyone...

Even if a thread is missing from a piece of clothing, such a trivial thing, the other party can see it at a glance.

"Okay, give it back to me. Conan, please keep this a secret."

"Yeah, okay."

That shouldn't be possible, with that level of observation ability...

"Old man, only you could have committed this crime."

When Yun Xianhe heard Hattori Heiji say the name of the murderer, he pushed Conan and the two of them walked to the front of the crowd together.

"Is that your reasoning?"

"Well? If you want to say my reasoning is wrong, then show me the evidence."

"Just look at Inspector Megure's pocket and you'll know."

"pocket?"

Several people subconsciously turned their eyes to Officer Megure, who was stunned for a moment and then reached into the trouser pocket that he had just used for the experiment.

The keychain that I thought would fit perfectly fell out directly, and it was not what I expected at all.

"How is this possible?! It should be..."

"No matter how many times you try, it will be the same, and the key will be bent in a different direction."

"Then tell me, what is the method used by the other party to commit the crime?"

"Okay, let our little detective Conan explain it to you--"

Conan was inexplicably pushed forward:? ?

"Thank you for your hard work, Conan, just repeat what I just said to you."

Conan: He really still remembers to play with me. I cried my heart out.