Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Seeing this, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows and looked through his assets in the current world.

Half an hour later, Yun Xianhe fell silent.

So he is a sickly person worth hundreds of billions?

Most likely he's a good person.

Is the punishment to make him suffer and then die of illness? Or to die young?

Fortunately, I don’t have to go to work.

Looking at the number of robots stored outside marked on the system, Yun Xianhe raised his still shaking hands and rubbed his eyebrows.

Maybe I was afraid that he would remember something.

The penalty item directly blocks all robot notes except for the substitute robot.

Including the serial numbers and positioning functions of some props that have been sent out, they are all unable to be viewed.

Yun Xianhe believed that even if he called the auxiliary robot back now, he would not be able to get any information.

After all, the rules of the punishment world have always been quite strict.

If you don’t want to let me, then don’t let me.

His amnesia should be the effect of the punishment named "temporary separation". He will be fine after ten days.

Anyway, the substitute robot will automatically recycle after detecting that he is nearby.

There is no need to worry about being seen as two of you.

Yun Xianhe, who had sorted out a general idea for the time being, felt his bones and soul being squeezed, and closed his eyes.

all will be good.

Obviously, relying on the fact that his physical fitness is constant at 2 (locked, will not die), the hero does not care about his body at all.

I also forgot that I am now very prone to getting sick.

[Ding, the punishment is over. ]

The man who had been lying on the cold floor for two hours quickly got up after hearing the system prompt.

He cleaned up the blood stains on the floor and threw the blood-stained towel into the system trash can.

Yun Xianhe casually bandaged himself with gauze while going downstairs and began to explore the surrounding environment.

There was no one here, and the books on the bookshelf were all collections from the world he had visited.

He remembered that he had completed 10,000 world quests. Was this a temporary quest?

Tsk, this counts as overtime.

In other words, this isn't a punishment world?

He paused before reaching for the book.

Yun Xianhe lowered his eyes and thought about the pain that was like a feeling of rejection just now.

...Is this a derivative world?

This side of Heaven did not reach a symbiotic agreement with the original Heaven, so he changed the original line of something and was then rejected?

Then the heavenly way here should be related to him.

‘The way of heaven? ’

Not getting a response, Yun Xianhe understood and simply started to infer other things.

He should be the owner of this bookstore.

But there are substitute robots outside, so his external image in this bookstore is not "Yun Xianhe".

Most likely sir.

The hero was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and put the book back on the shelf.

There are too few clues, and there are only ten days left.

Thinking of this, the brave man shrugged his shoulders, turned and went to the second floor, washed up simply, and lay down to rest.

·

Zhu Fujingguang felt that Yun Xianhe's physical condition seemed to have improved a lot inexplicably in the past two days.

Whether it's a sudden recovery from a lost voice, or the fact that one doesn't get sick even if one sits on the balcony all night in the breeze, it means that the other person's physical condition has improved.

It's so normal that it's actually a little abnormal.

On the sofa, receiving Zhu Fu Jingguang's suspicious emotional feedback, the substitute robot knew that it could not stay here any longer.

So he pretended to receive a message, looked at his phone, stood up and said:

"Mr. Guang, I have to go out for something."

"Hmm? Okay, will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"possible,?"

'Yun Xianhe' was vague in his words.

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not investigate further. He just reminded Yun Xianhe to take a good rest and let him go.

The substitute robot left smoothly and located Yun Xianhe's current position based on the data.

At this time, Yun Xianhe was sitting in the living room of a property under his name.

The man with the fever-reducing patch on his head coughed softly and watched the report on TV with a frown.

Did someone die yesterday?

The death rate in this world is so high? Why does it feel more dangerous than his world?

"Sir, I'm back."

"Well, hard work."

The substitute robot placed the phone on the coffee table, saluted, and then flashed back to the system space.

Yun Xianhe picked up his phone and flipped through it.

Sure enough, it's all garbled.

Tsk, there's really no loophole to exploit.

If you want to get information about people related to you, you can only wait for the other party to contact you.

There are four days left of Crowd Phobia.

After taking a glance at the remaining 13 days of "temporary farewell", Yun Xianhe changed his clothes and decided to go out for a walk an hour later.

According to his current physical condition, he must have a personal assistant.

If I could meet him, I would probably get some clues.

Mainly because he is hungry now.

The boy in a baseball cap chose a sparsely populated street and strolled around.

It is 3 o'clock in the afternoon and because it is a weekday, there are not many people on the streets.

After turning around a few times, Yun Xianhe saw a coffee shop, pushed the door and walked in.

"Welcome, sir, what would you like to eat?"

"A sandwich, a pasta, and a cup of coffee to go."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Amuro Toru looked at Yun Xianhe, who had a calm expression in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

I always feel like there's something wrong with the other person.

And doesn't Hiro cook for him?

Feeling the vague gaze, Yun Xianhe turned to look at Amuro Toru.

The boy's heterochromatic eyes were clear and cold, like substanceless glass.

"Can you please stop looking at me, Mr. Waiter?"

"…Feel sorry."

After getting the answer, Yun Xianhe frowned slightly, coughed softly twice, turned his head and continued to look at the scenery outside the window without looking at the other person again.

weirdo.

Does the other party know him?

Toru Amuro was puzzled by Yun Xianhe's cold reaction.

After secretly sending two messages to Zhu Fu Jingguang, he began to prepare meals.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the bracelet under the other person's rolled-up shirt cuff.

The special material that did not belong to this world made Yun Xianhe pause. He squinted his eyes slightly, then took out a napkin and started folding a thousand paper cranes as if nothing had happened.

The other person was holding the all-purpose technological bracelet that he had developed in a small world.

Is it someone you know? Or just a mission target?

Yun Xianhe didn't hesitate for too long.

Anyway, the other party has that bracelet, so there is a high probability that he will not die.

Moreover, he had been sitting here for so long, but the other party had not come forward to identify himself or spoken to him.

So either the other party is just a mission target, or his identity is not suitable for direct contact with him.

interesting.

"Your meal is ready, sir."

"Thank you."

Yun Xianhe's polite and distant attitude made the fake smile on Amuro Toru's face deepen a little.

After watching the other party leave, he immediately sent a clear message to Zhu Fu Jingguang:

[There is definitely something wrong with him——Zero]