Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Everyone shrank back into their seats in fear, shaking their heads in horror.

The kidnapper pointed the gun at Yun Xianhe.

He just saw that before the woman fell down, only this guy stretched.

The black muzzle of the gun looks very threatening.

Yun Xianhe blocked Conan tightly behind him, waving his hands repeatedly with a horrified expression. His face looked even worse than that of the unconscious woman.

"I don't know either. Could it be some sudden illness?"

Hearing this, the kidnapper looked down at his accomplice, whose life or death he was holding, and slapped him in the face:

"Wake up!"

Hell, they had plans to have this woman act in a play later!

The brave man with a terrified look on his face had a dead heart and showed no sympathy at all.

The protected Conan secretly stuck his head out to look around, but was pushed back by Yun Xianhe.

The kidnapper obviously saw Conan as well, and waved the gun at Yun Xianhe, threatening:

"Behave yourself, you two little brats."

After saying that, he carried the woman to the front door of the car and placed her there.

Yun Xianhe is now 100% sure.

That woman was in cahoots with the kidnappers.

Conan on the side gently poked Yun Xianhe's arm twice and made a sign language to him:

'You did it?'

Can you sign language at such a young age?

Yun Xianhe looked at Conan with interest but did not respond.

But Conan knew that this method, which could be described as elusive, was definitely done by the other party!

The brave man looked at the kidnapper, who was on high alert towards everyone in the car because of the loss of his helper, and let out a long breath.

If he hadn't cared about the casualties of people around him, the other person would have been a corpse long ago.

...In the final analysis, it was the current world order that saved the other person's life.

The brave man, who couldn't move his hands and feet, lowered the brim of his hat and closed his eyes to take a nap.

Conan, who was standing by, looked at Yun Xianhe who seemed to be about to fall asleep, was slightly stunned and his expression became serious.

Brother Xianhe seems to be feeling unwell.

He also needs to help find a solution as soon as possible!

Thinking of this, the young detective adjusted the bracelet on his wrist and prepared to call Inspector Megure.

Yun Xianhe on the side reached out and held him down.

Conan looked up and just caught a glimpse of the thin kidnapper carrying the two bags of skis towards him.

The other party seemed to intend to arrange them vertically in the aisle.

why?

Before the young detective could figure it out, Yun Xianhe beside him moved.

The moment the kidnapper bent down, the brave man ejected the anesthetic bead in his hand and hit the kidnapper right in the cheek.

The tall and thin kidnapper felt the chill on his face and glanced at the coughing passenger with an expression of disgust.

"You, uh—"

Before he could find fault with Dr. Agasa, he collapsed like the woman just now.

The passengers who didn't know the truth looked at this scene in horror.

Could it be that he was poisoned? Is it contagious?!

The kidnapper in front seemed to notice something and looked up at the rearview mirror.

After seeing his own people fall in the aisle, he quickly turned around and pointed his gun at the passengers:

"Who did it? Who did it?! Stand up!"

The passengers all shrank back, looking around at the people around them, as if hoping that someone would stand up and bear the wrath that might be about to fall.

The old man in the last row was trembling all over, and he glanced at Yun Xianhe next to him in what he thought was a covert move.

The kidnapper noticed his strange expression and strode over to him, directly putting the gun to his forehead:

"Old man, do you know something?"

"me,"

"Ok?"

The sound of the pistol safety being pulled back was like a prayer bell ringing.

The fear of death loomed in my heart.

The old man swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and raised his hand tremblingly to point at the young man beside him.

"He, I just saw him move his hands! Don't shoot, don't kill me!"

The identified hero did not move, and Conan, who was standing by, vaguely heard a sneer from the other party.

Full of irony.

"Humph!"

"what!!"

The kidnappers did not let the other party go after getting the answer they wanted.

He hit the old man with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the side, and then aimed his gun at Yun Xianhe.

"Stand up with your hands up!"

"Brother Xianhe,"

"Big Brother!" x3

Hearing the voices of several children around him, the kidnapper shouted at them fiercely:

"What are you doing? You don't want to live anymore, do you?!"

Yun Xianhe held Conan down with one hand, then stood up calmly and looked at the kidnapper, seeming to be easy to talk to:

"Is there a problem?"

"I don't care what means you use, wake them up right now!"

The fat kidnapper pointed at the thin man who was still lying on the ground and the woman lying on the chair in the front.

Yun Xianhe pushed up his glasses, looked at the pistol that was less than five centimeters away from his forehead, and gave the kidnapper a faint smile:

"it is good."

"Hurry up, stop playing tricks, ah!!!!"

Before he could finish his words, the hero suddenly moved.

Su Bai's palm tightly grasped the opponent's arm and then forced it upward.

boom!

The moment the gun went off, severe pain was transmitted along the arm to the brain, causing the kidnapper to scream.

He looked in horror at his forearm being bent into a strange arc, and his eyes were full of astonishment as he looked at the boy who still looked harmless.

"Don't be afraid."

Yun Xianhe spoke softly, as if he was comforting the other person's fragile heart.

However, when he looked closely at the kidnapper's heterochromatic eyes, whose darkness was shrouded by the brim of his hat, he felt as if an invisible noose was strangling his throat.

The roles of executioner and death row prisoner were reversed, but he could not even muster the thought of resisting.

Yun Xianhe slowly took the gun from the robber with his free hand, his tone sounding somewhat distressed:

"I still prefer humans who are more obedient. What do you think?"

The kidnapper opened his mouth, but could not utter a single syllable.

The hero didn't care that he didn't get a response. He dragged the man closer with one hand, and his low voice seemed to resonate deep in his soul:

“Do evil people fear death?”

The murderous intent instantly filled this small space, so thick that it made it difficult to breathe.

You don't have to worry about the character's favorability, don't have to consider the mission, and don't cover up.

At this moment, Yun Xianhe, who has regained all the memories of the original world and is standing here,

It is closer to the "Hero of Doom" - the only two gods in that world who remember everything.

The body instinctively bursts out with a strong desire to survive, constantly stimulating the nerves.

Everyone stared stiffly at the young man standing there, with only one voice in their minds:

You’re going to die! You’re going to die!

If you get close you will definitely die!

The kidnapper, who was in the center of the 'vortex' and whose brain was filled with this consciousness, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Yun Xianhe held the unconscious fat kidnapper in one hand, feeling a little disgusted.

After throwing the other person away, he turned and looked at the old man lying on the ground.

The other person's forehead was still bleeding. After meeting Yun Xianhe's gaze, his whole body trembled violently, and he shrank into the corner using his hands and feet. He couldn't stop shaking his head and muttered incoherently:

"I was wrong, I was wrong... Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"Brother Xianhe!"

The young detective at the side called out to Yun Xianhe with an almost tangible murderous intent, his eyes full of worry.

what happened?

Are the other person's emotions out of control like they were in the previous times?

What stimulated him this time? !

Yun Xianhe looked down at the little guy who was tightly grasping the corner of his clothes with his little hands, and a faint, almost indifferent smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

However, Conan did not retreat. Instead, he held on more firmly and his eyes became more determined.

No matter what, Xianhe is Xianhe!

The two sides just stared at each other in silence.

As if realizing that Conan would not let go, Yun Xianhe chuckled, the murderous intent around him faded a lot, and he raised his hand to rub the other person's head.

It seems that the target of this mission should be a good child.