Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Megure Jusan's voice could be heard from a distance.

Yun Xianhe looked at Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei:

"Someone is calling you."

The brave man wanted to send everyone away, and he did it blatantly without any attempt to hide it.

Conan on the side gave Zhu Fu Jingguang a look, walked over in three or two steps, and grabbed the corner of Yun Xianhe's clothes again:

"Brother Xianhe, take me with you. I can be your guide and I promise I will be very obedient!"

The three people who had tried to get close to Conan without success felt frustrated for a moment when they saw Conan trying to be nice.

Could it be that Yun Xianhe actually likes children?

Zhu Fu Jingguang expressed great doubts about this.

Because from the information Conan had shared with him before, the other party was not polite at all to the three real kids from the Junior Detective Team.

Yun Xianhe looked down and tilted his head towards the Mediterranean old man who was obviously waiting for someone in the distance:

"The one over there is waiting for you."

"Wait a mininute!"

Conan suddenly remembered that he was going skiing with Professor Agasa and the others today, so he hurried over.

Yun Xianhe watched Conan say something to the old man, and then the old man and the three children who were eavesdropping nearby said in unison:

"What?!" x4

Looking at the gazes of the three little guys, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and put his baseball cap back on.

Sigh... I didn't expect that he knows quite a lot of people in this world.

The hero attempts to deduce something about this world.

The auxiliary systems are constantly running.

If someone could see the system, they would find a string of 'Memory -1' floating above Yun Xianhe's head.

The boy's face gradually turned pale because his brain was working at high speed.

Yun Xianhe, who was trying to fill the gap with reasoning and analysis, finally gave up and took out a pill to replenish energy from the system space and put it in his mouth.

By the way, the "old blood" was also suppressed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yun Xianhe watched Conan who was persuading the three children not to follow them. He nodded slightly at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was still standing there as if he wanted to say something, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Seeing this, the little detective on the other side hurried over.

Hearing the footsteps, Yun Xianhe quickened his pace and jumped into the nearest taxi.

"drive."

"Okay, where are you going, guest?"

“The largest bookstore nearby.”

"Aren't we going to eat first? It's almost noon, Brother Xianhe should be hungry, right?"

The interrupted voice had the childishness of a child's voice.

Yun Xianhe lowered his head to glance at Conan, who had jumped into the car at some point, and the latter gave him a bright smile in return.

He looked as if he was certain that he wouldn't do anything to him.

The brave man sneered, raised his head and looked at the driver through the rearview mirror:

"Find a restaurant that grows flowers and vegetables."

"Ok."

The engine started and the car fell silent.

Conan looked up at Yun Xianhe repeatedly, as if he wanted to say something.

The brave man raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat down.

The main features are 'I can't see', 'signal blocking' and 'refuse to chat'.

Looking at Yun Xianhe, whose whole body had the words "don't get close to me" written all over it, Conan's mouth twitched and his eyes gradually became solemn.

When Yun Xianhe first met him, his attitude was a little different from what it was when they got to know each other later, but it was definitely not this cold and unapproachable.

He doubted very much the extent of the other party's memory loss.

...Could it be at that point in time after losing those friends?

Conan pursed his lips when he had this thought.

Probably.

But if that's the case, it's going to be difficult...

"Don't keep looking at me."

The voice of the hero who was struggling with 'Old Blood' became a little hoarse.

Thinking that the other party was feeling unwell, Conan quickly turned his head and sat down obediently, as if he was afraid that Yun Xianhe would throw him out of the car.

Yun Xianhe glanced at him, folded his arms around his chest, leaned against the car door and closed his eyes to take a nap.

This little child of luck is quite interesting.

I just don’t know what the core of this world is.

Yun Xianhe recalled the almost non-stop news he had seen on TV in the past few days and was silent for a while.

A police and gangster movie?

So what role does this child play in it?

Just as Yun Xianhe was thinking this, he heard a particularly dull crash.

The driver slammed on the brakes.

Yun Xianhe used one hand to stop Conan to prevent him from being thrown out, and put the other hand in front of his forehead to make an evasive move.

Unfortunately, due to inertia, he inevitably and heavily crashed into the back seat.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

The old blood that had been held back all the way finally found an opportunity and gushed out.

Yun Xianhe raised his hand to cover his mouth, but the blood naturally flowed out from between his fingers, staining his shirt and coat.

"Uh, hiss - did we bump into someone? Brother Xianhe, are you okay? How are you?! Are you feeling uncomfortable?!"

Conan rubbed the back of his head where he had been hit.

When I looked up, I saw the whole process of Yun Xianhe taking his hand away and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Yun Xianhe looked at the blood stains on his pants in silence, his eyes narrowed slightly.

...The derived Heavenly Dao here has not reached a consensus with the original Heavenly Dao?

So when he changed the course of some things, he was punished for interfering with cause and effect?

...Why would he accept such a troublesome world? ?

It can't be that they couldn't find any other big boss willing to do the job, so they turned to him, who is crazy about trying to earn the world's original energy?

Yun Xianhe, who had thought a lot, did not respond to Conan's words. He calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his palms and chin.

I hope that by then the world's laws will have the money to pay.

Otherwise, if you take a piece of energy from the opponent, the scene will be a bit ugly.

Although it’s not like he hasn’t done it before.

The brave man held down the noisy child with his clean fingers, and then grabbed the child by the back of the collar and led him out of the car.

In front of the car, a still fresh corpse was lying there in a twisted state, with a large amount of blood staining the road beneath it.

Yun Xianhe looked back and saw the woman sitting on the side of the road with a look of fear on her face.

Accident? Homicide?

Conan, who was being carried, still wanted to go and see if the half ball of meat paste could be saved.

Yun Xianhe, who could tell at a glance that the man was gone, took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to the other person:

"Will you call the police?"

20 minutes later,

Megure Juzo, who had not walked too far, arrived quickly in a police car.

A huge bloody mark was scratched on the black asphalt road.

At one end of the trace, a twisted corpse lay in a pool of blood.

There was a taxi parked at the other end.

The driver, dressed in business attire, squatted by the car door with a horrified look on his face.

A crazy woman squatted beside him, pulling the other person by the collar and muttering neurotically.

The location of the rear door,

Conan was holding a bottle of water and looking at Yun Xianhe with a nervous face as he covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly while holding the bicycle.

If you look closely, you can see the latter's bloody fingers and red-stained shirt.

After seeing the scene clearly, Megure Jusan took a deep breath, his voice trembling:

"Brother Takagi, call an ambulance!"