Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[“Hey, Ayun, if you don’t become a hero, is there anything else you want to do?”]

Ten years after becoming a hero, on a sunny afternoon, the sun suddenly asked this.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting on a recliner eating ice cream, blinked in confusion. Because he was holding a spoon in his mouth, his voice was vague:

[“You can do whatever you want. Besides, I became a hero because they made a wish, and now the wish has come true.”]

[“…Don’t you hate me?”]

【"What?"】

The ghost's sudden words stunned Yun Xianhe.

The people on the recliners looked at his dazed appearance and sighed helplessly:

Cotton pondered for a moment and explained briefly:

[“The new era begins because the world has been reset after a catastrophe...ah, I already hated it...wait, if it was damaged, the one who vented the emotions at the time was, the way of heaven..."]

The sound in my ears became vague and blurred.

This memory is too far away.

Yun Xianhe only remembered that he heard the word "hated" at the beginning, but before he could figure out what it meant, the gentleman changed the subject.

The scene before my eyes fogged up and dissipated.

The brave man who lost a bucket of ice cream in his dream sighed.

It’s all in a dream, at least let him eat enough…

The scene changed to the secret base. Yun Xianhe, who had transformed into a child, half closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Clusters of "Yachirina" sway in the wind.

The young man with long white hair squatted in front of him, his white-gold and moon-white eyes sparkling, and he held a handful of star stones and handed them over like offering a treasure:

[“All of them are yours.”]

【"day by day?"】

[“Hmm? What’s wrong?”]

The incarnation of the Heavenly Dao tilted his head, and the fragments of the star stones that decorated his hair dripped onto the ground, dyeing the small circle of "Yachilina" into gold and blue.

【“Why am I sleeping here?”】

The slender fingers clenched slightly, causing cracks to appear on the star stone that should have been indestructible.

【"day by day?"】

[…I was just tired and took a nap.]

The broken star stones fell into the grass at feet with a clang.

The god gently rubbed the little guy's head with his large palm, and then gently embraced him in his arms.

【"day by day?"】

[…I will protect you.]

There was a tremor in the light voice that was barely noticeable to ordinary people.

The cornerstone, surrounded by the aura of the sea of ​​stars, heard His firm promise:

【"absolute."】

·

Half past one in the morning.

The hero sleeping on the hospital bed frowned, his slightly curled eyelashes trembled, and there was a bit of confusion in his half-opened heterochromatic eyes, but he suddenly became clear.

The smell of disinfectant lingered at the tip of my nose, and I knew where I was without even thinking.

Quiet voices and the sound of mobile phone keyboards could be heard in the room.

Seeing that no one noticed him, Yun Xianhe closed his eyes and glanced at the system panel.

Face blindness, aphonia, insomnia and a coagulation disorder.

'Thanks' to the last punishment, the wound on the palm, which had originally shown some signs of healing, refused to heal any further and has now become inflamed.

Yun Xianhe could see a progress bar with brackets after the word "inflammation".

This means that if no solution is found to this problem, it will create a fever for him to see.

"How long has he slept?"

"It's only been 12 hours."

Hearing this, Jinpei Matsuda let out a light sigh, reached out for an apple and started to take a bite.

"Thank you for your hard work, Matsuda."

"To say that is to be outspoken."

"Well, I'll treat you and Hagi to dinner then."

"Oh? Then you have to make a good meal. It has to taste at least as good as this sandwich."

Matsuda Jinpei pointed at the oil paper bag on the bedside table and rubbed his chin curiously.

"But whose sandwich is this? It tastes just as good as the one you made."

“I found it by accident.”

After all, he was the one who taught him.

"Ah... When will he wake up? He doesn't have a fever..."

The hand on my forehead was a little cold and had water stains from the apple.

Yun Xianhe, who had just finished looking at the system panel, restrained himself from opening his eyes, thinking about how to explain his sudden loss of voice.

It won't be the day when I vomit blood.

No, they must have had the doctor do a comprehensive examination while he was asleep.

In other words, this argument doesn't work.

It wasn't like he hit his head, how could a normal person suddenly be unable to speak...

Stimulated? Functional aphonia?

But he has completely lost his voice, some of his symptoms are not right, and he hasn't been stimulated today...

The brave man, who was at a loss for a solution, frowned slightly.

The two people beside the bed thought he was unwell or having a nightmare.

Zhu Fu Jingguang also carefully helped Yun Xianhe smooth his brows.

The person who has used all his life’s acting skills to pretend to be asleep: …dare not move, dare not move at all.

Just like that, Yun Xianhe lay there with his eyes closed like a wooden stake for an hour.

In this hour,

From thinking about how to find excuses at first to giving up, and then planning to escape,

And finally, I thought about whether I should just knock the two men down with a tranquilizer bullet and run away.

The rejection of the hospital in my heart is clamoring.

Dark and gloomy thoughts kept churning, like black waves, hitting the soul again and again.

It was not until he heard Zhu Fu Jingguang and Matsuda Jinpei discussing taking shifts to keep watch that Yun Xianhe, who could hardly hold back, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Well, well, well, in this way, the chances of escaping from the hospital will be...

"Have you brought anything?"

"of course."

Just as Yun Xianhe was wondering what the two were talking about, he felt someone pulling his wrist out from under the quilt.

Then there was a crisp click.

Matsuda Jinpei, who handcuffed himself to Yun Xianhe, gave a thumbs up to Zhufu Jingguang.

"There's absolutely no way you can get away this time!"

The hero pretending to sleep: ...? ? ?

He was so shocked that Yun Xianhe opened his eyes subconsciously.

"Hey? Awake?"

Yun Xianhe’s pretending to sleep was very successful, at least Zhu Fu Jingguang and Matsuda Jinpei didn’t notice it just now.

Looking at the person lying on the bed with eyes wide open, as if awakened, Zhu Fu Jingguang comforted him slowly:

"I'm just afraid that you, Xianhe, will slip away when we're not paying attention."

Now that the person is awake, there is no need to continue torturing him.

Matsuda took out the key from his pocket and undid the handcuffs in a few seconds, with an expression that seemed a little regretful.

No, what are you regretting?

Yun Xianhe glanced at Matsuda Jinpei, slowly put his hand back into the quilt, and shrank back a little.

A hero with the attribute of 'face blindness' cannot tell who is who by their appearance.

However, from the conversation just now, he could judge that the person holding a pair of handcuffs was Jinpei Matsuda.

The windbreaker is easy to remember, Mr. Zhen Ping.

Then the man next to him wearing a casual sports jacket is Mr. Guang.

Why are you wearing different clothes than in the afternoon? Oh, yes, that piece of clothing must be stained with his blood.

The hero, who has always been troubled by seeing too clearly, said that this disease is like everyone has a piece of paper covering their face.

Seems quite fun?

Like a guess.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe didn't seem to react, Matsuda Jinpei stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him:

"Scared? No way, are you so timid? Or do you just not like this thing?"

"Are you feeling unwell? Would you like some water?"

As he spoke, Zhu Fu Jingguang poured a cup of warm water from the table beside him and pressed the call bell on the wall.

Yun Xianhe, curled up in the quilt, didn't say anything, and couldn't say anything.

Feeling very guilty, he took the water cup from the other person's hand and took a sip.

In Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, his own child who had just woken up took the cup of water in a daze, huddled at the head of the bed with some fear (?), lowered his head and looked very uneasy.

"Xianhe? We'll finish the checkup in a while, and if there's nothing wrong, you can be discharged from the hospital, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the brave man nodded repeatedly, and in his heart he gave a big thumbs up to Mr. Guang for his thoughtfulness.

"What's wrong with you, kid? You're not really scared, are you?"

Matsuda put the handcuffs in his pocket uncomfortably and looked up at Morobushi Keimitsu beside him.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who thought he had touched upon some taboo in the other party's memory, froze for a moment, and said in an uncertain tone:

"Sorry, it was my idea. It's okay, Xianhe, no one here will hurt you."

"We don't have any other intentions, will you pay attention to me?"

The hero, who had some bad memories of this kind of thing but not to the point of PTSD, looked up and smiled at the two.

Seeing the other person's smile, Jinpei Matsuda said in a doomsday tone:

"It's over, Guang, the people are scared silly by us."

Yun Xianhe just wanted to stop the two from worrying: ...

"Xianhe? You..."

Zhu Fujingguang frowned and looked the man in front of him up and down, with a somewhat doubtful tone.

"You,...can't speak? Aphasia? You were fine at noon today, weren't you?!"