Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Conan saw Yun Xianhe looking at him, and the question he was going to ask turned around on the tip of his tongue, and he blurted out as if he had suddenly found an inspiration:

"Could it be that you have lost your memory?"

Very keen intuition.

Yun Xianhe reached out and rubbed the other person's head.

After a brief guess about the relationship between him and himself, he put on a superficial smile:

"I just have a fear of crowds."

“Oh, huh?”

When Conan saw that familiar smile, he always felt something was strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He looked suspiciously at the person in front of him who was smiling flawlessly, and felt that there was a strong sense of disconnection between the other person's current appearance and the image he had just had in the car.

There was even a moment when he wondered if Yun Xianhe had a split personality.

Feeling the other person's unscrupulous hand on his head, Conan's mouth twitched.

He must have been overthinking it.

Yes, if you don’t like crowds, it seems normal to appear a little tense.

The young detective quickly convinced himself in his heart.

Over there, Megure Jusan heaved a long sigh of relief after receiving confirmation from the Explosives Disposal Team that the bomb had been dismantled, and then walked towards Yun Xianhe with a smile:

"It's all thanks to you this time, Brother Xianhe."

The enthusiastic police officer subconsciously raised his hand to pat Yun Xianhe on the shoulder as usual.

The falling palm hit nothing, causing Mumu Shisan to stagger.

He quickly steadied himself and looked strangely at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to have no intention of talking to him.

"What's wrong, brother Xianhe? Are you hurt?"

"No, I have something else to do. Can I leave first?"

Two people who were taking off their protective suits in the distance were staring at this side closely.

The fat uncle who was on the bus not long ago and the three children standing behind him also looked over.

Feeling the blatant gazes from all around,

Yun Xianhe glanced at the gradually rising value of 'crowd phobia' on the panel.

He now wanted to take out a bottle of poison from the system to block his five senses.

The fingers hanging by his side twitched nervously, and then he pinched the brim of his cap hard to block the coldness that was gradually rising in his eyes.

In the sea of ​​consciousness,

Standing in the dark and covered in blood, Yun Xianhe stretched out his hand to cover the dark heterochromatic pupils of Yun Xianhe who was in the gray area.

“We’ve discussed this before.”

During the long crossing mission,

The basis for the Doomsday Hero to establish friendly relations with the rest of the people lies in the sealing of the 'Doomsday Memory'.

"Look carefully, this is not your world, it is not for those greedy pests."

“It’s just a mission.”

"Wherever side you stand on, be the hero of that side."

Absolute calmness and rationality.

Although the mission is not clear, his current identity should be that of a good person.

Yun Xianhe thought so and smiled skillfully at the police officer in front of him whom he should know:

"Can I leave? I think Conan can give you the answers you want."

Conan, whose name was called, looked up at Yun Xianhe and subconsciously reached out to grab the other's clothes.

Mr. Midorikawa hasn't arrived yet, so we can't let Brother Xianhe leave like this.

Conan has a premonition that if he lets go, there will be big problems later!

Megure Jusan touched the back of his head in confusion, always feeling that Brother Xianhe was a little weird today.

Weirdly cold?

Megure Jusan looked down at Conan.

The latter gave a silly smile and didn't look very smart.

Inspector Megure looked at the two, one big and one small, with a half-mooned eye, and always felt that they were both acting strangely today.

There were hurried footsteps coming from not far away.

Seeing Morobushi Kagemitsu running over in a hurry, Inspector Megure breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he saw Yun Xianhe lightly dodge to the side, avoiding the hand extended by the person who came.

Eyes facing each other,

The hero's cold, heterochromatic eyes fell directly into the indigo cat's eyes.

Zhu Fujing, who was dodged, was stunned, his breath was still a little unstable:

"Idle Crane?"

"Feel sorry."

Everyone could hear the politeness and distance in his tone.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the person so close to him, and suddenly he seemed to be back to the time when he first met Yun Xianhe.

The other person seemed to be wearing such a smile.

Good manners, tactful etiquette, and a gentle but cold tone.

No, something's wrong.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression gradually became serious as he thought of something. He stared at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to see through him.

While he was looking at Yun Xianhe, the other party was also looking at him.

No matter how real the disguise on Zhu Fu Jingguang's face was, it could not escape Yun Xianhe's eyes.

Human skin mask?

Judging from the materials, it should be made of rare materials he obtained in the thousands of small worlds.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the other person's wrist.

Sure enough, I saw a familiar bracelet.

It seems that this is also a mission target, and maybe an acquaintance.

He has so many friends in this world who only meet once in a lifetime?

But his current performance should be very different from what they usually encounter, right?

Ha, that seems quite interesting.

Just when Yun Xianhe was bored and daydreaming, the assistant system's prompt sounded:

【Successful extraction】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Intermittent Hemoptysis' (one-time), total content 500ml.]

? ?

[Now issued. ]

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and calmly suppressed the itch in his throat.

Matsuda and Hagiwara, who had just changed their clothes, sent Inspector Megure away, and together with Morobushi Keimitsu and Conan, surrounded Yun Xianhe.

A large amount of external vision was blocked, and the stiffness and rapid heartbeat caused by crowd phobia gradually calmed down.

Yun Xianhe took a small breath, silently took a half step back, and looked at the four people who seemed to have bad intentions.

"What's wrong?"

"you are sick."

Zhu Fujingguang's tone was firm.

Yun Xianhe did not answer, but just swallowed the blood that was rising in his throat.

I don't know if it was his imagination.

Why did he always feel that the blood had a burning sensation?

Could it be that some technology and hard work are mixed in? ?

Seeing that Yun Xianhe seemed to be avoiding the matter of his illness again, Hagiwara Kenji and Morobushi Jingguang sighed in their hearts tacitly.

Matsuda Jinpei on the side carefully looked up and down at Yun Xianhe who was in a daze, then he clicked his tongue lightly and reached out to take his baseball cap.

Easily avoid the opponent's hand.

Yun Xianhe came back to his senses and looked at the man wearing sunglasses who looked like a gangster, and began to doubt his identity.

He's a good guy, right?

Or are they actually all undercover agents who have infiltrated the positive side?

"No need to hide it, I've already seen the fever-reducing patch."

"is it?"

"Xiaoyun, have you encountered something unhappy?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe looked at the tall man with semi-long hair and replied calmly:

"not at all."

The four of them looked at him with an expression that said 'keep making it up while I listen'.

Something must have happened!

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Yun Xianhe sighed lightly and took another step back.

He raised his hand to stop the four people from approaching.

The brave man took off the camouflage used to cover himself,

Then, the pair of cold and unworldly heterochromatic eyes fell into the eyes of the four people.

Then,

They heard the other party ask in a normal tone, seriously:

"who are you?"