Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The voice beside him mixed with the tinnitus brought Yun Xianhe back to his senses.

He tilted his head slightly to see a child who looked to be about the same size as his current body.

The silver-rimmed glasses slid down slightly, and the heterochromatic eyes got all the information with just a quick glance.

A kind-hearted young man with a sense of justice, with concern in his eyes;

With a football in his hand, his body is in good shape, so he must exercise regularly;

The corner of the notebook protruded from his pocket. He was smart, sharp, and seemed to be good at reasoning.

The intelligent assistance system, which had just loaded the file package, thoughtfully marked the other party's side.

[Character introduction: Kudo Shinichi, the most important son of luck in the small world. ]

When Kudo Shinichi saw the other person's pair of heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, he was slightly surprised, but then he quickly reacted:

"Are you ok?"

The young detective seemed a little anxious as he didn't get an answer. He looked at Yun Xianhe, whose face turned frighteningly pale, and asked again.

Yun Xianhe, on the other hand, pulled the corner of his lip slightly and replied in a low voice in English:

"do not worry about it."

This is irrelevant to the question. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble later, I will hide the fact that I can speak Neon language for the time being.

"You're lying! You're obviously feeling very uncomfortable. Don't bear it. Is it an acute illness? Do you have any medicine with you? Where are your family members?"

A long list of questions came down, all in Japanese.

Yun Xianhe did not reply. Even though he was proficient in the language, he pretended not to hear anything. He needed to suppress the bloody taste in his throat.

Glancing at the system screen showing that the punishment would end in 29 minutes, Yun Xianhe thought of the "character background" that he had not yet finished discussing with Xiao Tiandao.

If he were sent to the hospital now, regardless of whether he could be saved, at least his future identity changes would be restricted.

As if realizing that the boy didn't understand, Kudo Shinichi quickly repeated it in English.

"pocket."

The weak voice made Kudo Shinichi stunned for a moment, and then he instantly understood what it meant.

He walked forward and fumbled around, then pulled out a small square porcelain bottle from the side pocket of Yun Xianhe's trousers. He quickly poured out a pill from it and stuffed it into the other person's mouth.

I was about to ask if he wanted some water, but after seeing him swallow it, he stopped talking.

This world does not allow unscientific things to happen, so Yun Xianhe cannot use the elixirs from the immortal cultivation plane that he had used before.

The bottle contained the painkillers he had made when he was practicing, but they had no effect on this body.

"Why don't we go to the hospital?"

Yun Xianhe shook his head, tried to sit up straight in the chair, then looked at Kudo Shinichi and whispered:

"Thank you, I'll just take a moment..."

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was resting with his eyes closed, Kudo Shinichi raised his hand and rubbed his chin.

The person in front of him should be the same age as him;

His body was thin, his face was pale, and his lips had little color;

He had medicine on him, so he must have been in poor health for a long time.

He glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand again and muttered quietly:

Someone who grows flowers?

Why is he here alone? Lost from his family?

['Reversal of Fate Punishment' remaining time 00:17:48]

After a long pause, Yun Xianhe half opened his eyes, glanced at the time, looked at the thoughtful little detective beside him, and sighed slightly.

It seems that every child of heaven and fortune has different habits.

Is this a free-range family with 9981 difficulties?

"How are you?"

"Better."

There are still 15 minutes left.

Someone who was numb from the pain gently pinched his knuckles, as if to relieve the soreness in the bone joints.

Kudo silently watched Yun Xianhe's actions and began to speculate again about what disease the other party had.

"Thank you. Sorry, did I scare you just now?"

"Ah... no no, you really don't need to go to the hospital?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe chuckled, his voice still a little hoarse:

"It's okay. It's just an old problem. It will be fine after a while."

Seeing this, Kudo Shin nodded, but didn't say much, but he was still a little curious about what disease the other person had.

"you……"

"Hmm? Cough, cough, cough..."

Kudo Shinichi wanted to say something but stopped himself. In the end, he could only reach out and pat the other person on the back and swallow his words.

For the first time, he felt that questioning someone like this was a heinous crime.

After all, everyone in Conan's world has a trigger mechanism for the Son of Fortune to "ask whatever you want and get an answer", and the curiosity of a detective is maximized on this Son of Fortune.

In other words, Yun Xianhe doesn't seem to be in good condition now, otherwise, with Kudo Shinichi's curiosity that seems to be able to kill him at any time, he would have started chatting with him a long time ago.

Hiding his bloody palm without leaving a trace, Yun Xianhe looked up and smiled apologetically at Kudo Shinichi, then sat back in his chair and stopped talking.

There are only 12 minutes left. In order not to leave any psychological trauma on the child, it is better not to speak.

But Yun Xianhe doesn’t know it yet.

Although Kudo Shinichi has no psychological trauma now, Conan will be a bit miserable in the future.

Seeing that he was resting with his eyes closed, Kudo Shinichi didn't dare to leave this peer who looked like he could die at any time alone, so he simply sat down on the other side of the bench and studied the bottle of medicine in his hand.

There was a line of small words engraved on the bottom of the bottle, which was the language of flowers, but I didn’t recognize it.

Kudo Shinichi squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, took note of it secretly, and decided to check it out later.

[Penalty time ends]

The moment the pain left, Yun Xianhe's tense shoulders and back finally relaxed.

As for the remaining pain in his body, it was not worth mentioning in his opinion.

Her slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and Yun Xianhe slowly opened his eyes, just in time to meet Kudo Shinichi's gaze.

"I'm sorry to have taken up your time."

"No, no, this is back to you."

The heterochromatic eyes behind the boy's glasses were clear, as if they could see through everything in the world.

Kudo Shinichi avoided those eyes somewhat uncomfortably and handed the porcelain bottle back to Yun Xianhe, feeling puzzled.

Where did this person come from? Is he here for tourism?

He looks like a young master from a wealthy family. I’ve never seen one of this age before.

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, and I'm a detective."

"Yun Xianhe, a tourist."

Ha! Sure enough, his reasoning was correct!

"Are you going to the nearby amusement park?"

Kudo remembered that there was a large amusement park to the east of here.

However, because a bomber was caught there some time ago, the customer flow is not very good.

"Yeah, but now I'm going to go back to the hotel and rest. Are you going to the competition?"

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe pointed at the football between him and Kudo. The latter's face went blank for a moment, then he quickly jumped up:

"Oh no! I forgot about Xiaolan and the others! Sorry! I have something else to do, let's talk next time!"

Watching the Son of Luck running away in a hurry, Yun Xianhe smiled barely perceptiblely.

He took out a wet handkerchief from the space and wiped the blood off his palms, then spoke to Xiao Tiandao with his consciousness:

'A cute luck-giver, isn't he?'

Xiao Tiandao didn't know what Yun Xianhe meant by this, and thought for a long time:

[Yes, Mr. Yun, you are right.]

Obviously, he still remembered how angry Yun Xianhe was just now.

And he didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Yun Xianhe’s aura was even greater than that of an ordinary son of luck.

It makes people feel a little scared for no reason.

What kind of big shot did he capture to do this mission? !

Without paying attention to what Xiao Tiandao was hesitating about, Yun Xianhe looked at the relevant plot introduction on the task panel and narrowed his eyes slightly.

From this angle...how can we save this person?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a faint sound of footsteps behind me.

Just as Yun Xianhe was about to turn his head, he felt a handkerchief covering his mouth. Along with the shrill screams of Xiao Tiandao in his mind, his vision went dark.