Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The hero's words have a sense of self-loathing and self-abandonment.

The young detective felt very angry about this, but also felt sorry for the other person.

What kind of experience would make you say this?

What kind of experience did I have to go through before I could smile in front of others?

Conan, who had never experienced such a change, couldn't imagine it.

Yun Xianhe is an unsolved mystery for him.

Every time you think you have glimpsed the truth, you discover that it is just the floating surface.

The blood clots have dissolved in the undercurrent, and the real bones are still buried under the mud.

Looking at Yun Xianhe walking away, Conan quickly came to his senses and quickly chased after him.

He looked at the expressionless man, opened his mouth, and after hesitating for several times, he could only sigh and comfort him:

“You are not alone. … You told me that.”

"of course."

Yun Xianhe did not deny this statement.

Even though this seemed to Conan to be contradictory to what the other party had just said.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Yun Xianhe might get lost or encounter some other accident, the worried little detective escorted him all the way back home.

A simple little house with a very clean courtyard.

Invisible monitoring, sound blockers, explosion-proof protective nets...

From the gate to the lobby, a distance of only about two meters, Yun Xianhe discovered at least ten kinds of high-level modern technological protection measures that he had set up in this house.

To exaggerate a little, without permission:

The villains who come here to spy on the enemy will suffer from amnesia due to the magnetic field when they leave here.

If any criminals try to force their way in, this house can emit a destructive ray to kill everyone on the spot.

Very good, very safe, and very much in line with his usual style.

I could vaguely see the huge apple tree at the back of the yard.

Yun Xianhe's intuition told him that it must have been planted by him.

"Aren't you going in?"

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe who was standing in the middle of the yard as if in a daze.

The latter reached into his pocket and took out a bunch of keys.

Looking at the strange stone hanging on the key chain, Yun Xianhe paused, then opened the door and went in without changing his expression.

The regular sound of cutting vegetables could be heard in the house, and there was a slight aroma of food in the air.

The brave man standing at the entrance took a look at the illusion imaging device installed in the corner, looked around the whole house in silence, and nodded with satisfaction.

Nice decoration.

"Idle Crane?"

"We're back Mr. Midorikawa!"

Hearing the sound, Zhu Fu Jingguang poked his head out from the kitchen.

Conan glanced at Yun Xianhe, who was still looking at the ornaments on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and had to respond first.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, wearing an apron with a goose pattern on it, walked out of the kitchen quickly, holding a kitchen knife in his hand which he had not put down in time.

Yun Xianhe paused slightly when he saw the apron.

My consciousness swiped across the panel of the system mall and as expected, I found it.

[Soul-stable home wear - Big Goose Godfather apron]

[Quality: Gold]

[Source: High Civilization Health Preservation World·9988th Plane]

[Use: It can be used to stabilize the souls of mortals whose karma has been altered, so that they will not encounter death again in their remaining lives. (Note: It needs to be used for a long time)]

[When the apron is damaged, the equipment effect will be lost. ]

...Are the few friends he made not all people who have experienced life and death?

Seeing Yun Xianhe staring at him, Zhu Fu Jingguang was actually a little nervous for a moment.

In addition to the awkwardness of not knowing what to say for a moment, his smile at the moment seemed a little hideous (?).

A strong man holding a kitchen knife.

This strong visual impact drew the hero's attention away from the apron.

Facing the other party's gaze, the well-mannered hero nodded slightly without hesitation and blurted out:

"excuse me."

"..." x2

The little detective at the side twitched his lips and complained with his crescent eyes:

"You should say 'I'm back', this is your house, Brother Xianhe..."

Yun Xianhe paused when he thought of this.

That's right, this is his house.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe didn't stand there waiting for the other party to greet him.

I found the pair of slippers that should belong to me on the shoe rack, and responded while changing my shoes:

"You're right, but I have lost my memory now."

"Feel sorry,"

"Welcome back Xianhe, have you had lunch?"

"Thank you, I've eaten."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe raised the packaged leftovers in his hand towards the other person.

Seeing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang took it skillfully, prepared to put it in the refrigerator, and put the kitchen knife back at the same time.

A very gentle person.

Looking at the other person's back, Yun Xianhe silently commented:

This would be a very considerate life assistant.

Of course, it would be better if the other party didn’t look at you as if you were a fragile object.

Although his physique is 2, it shouldn't be the case that he will break at the slightest touch, right?

Yun Xianhe, with his mind wandering, hung his coat on the hanger at the door and began to look around the room.

Very warm, you can see a lot of traces of life.

There is a carpet and a low table next to the floor-to-ceiling window, a bookcase in front of the wall, and a lazy sofa.

Yun Xianhe felt at first glance that the little corner must be his.

On the other side, after putting the food away, Zhu Fu Jingguang turned off the fire on the stove and introduced the whole house to Yun Xianhe.

"The first floor is my room and the guest room, and your room is on the second floor. In addition to the study, bedroom, and utility room, there is also a locked room, which seems to be where you draw and invent."

"Oh?"

Yun Xianhe looked in the direction of Zhu Fu Jingguang's finger towards the innermost room, feeling a little curious.

There is actually a formation restriction on the door. It seems that there are many things in it that should be very important to him.

"This is your room, Xianhe."

Very simple layout.

The floor was covered with shaggy carpet.

A bed, a wardrobe and bookshelf against the wall, and a desk next to the bed.

Yun Xianhe casually flipped through the papers piled on the table, and when he saw the familiar faces on them, his hand paused slightly.

He did have the idea of ​​writing down their story and drawing it into a comic...

I didn't expect that I would actually do it.

Although it has been in a state of delay.

Yun Xianhe noticed that there were two photo frames on the table.

One was a picture of him, Conan, a girl with hair that looked like horns, and an old man with a mustache standing under a cherry tree.

Another photo looks like a group photo on the beach.

He, and the other people in the photo just now.

In addition to Midorikawa Hikaru and the two men he met today, there is also a girl with short hair.

This photo should be a snapshot.

Yun Xianhe thought so as he looked at himself smiling brightly in the photo and those people who looked very happy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing by, saw Yun Xianhe was looking at the photos, so he moved a little closer and pointed at the people in the photos, introducing them one by one:

"You met Jinpei and Hagi today. The long-haired Maori Ran is the daughter of Maori Kogoro. This side is Suzuki Sonoko, the daughter of the Suzuki zaibatsu family."

"What about you?"

The sudden question made Zhu Fu Jingguang stunned for a moment.

He glanced at Yun Xianhe, then looked down at Conan, and instantly understood:

"Conan told you that?"

"Forget it. Some information is better if fewer people know it."

Yun Xianhe rejected the other party's idea of ​​continuing.

Conan, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to find out Morobushi Kagemitsu's real name, felt a little disappointed, but he also understood.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was about to say his name, paused and looked at the small bookshelf beside him:

"I remember there seemed to be a photo album on the bookshelf?"