Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe became interested after hearing this.

Finally, Yun Xianhe found the hidden photo album in the secret compartment behind the book.

Looking at the pattern combination lock that was so complicated that it was painful to look at it, the other two people present fell silent.

Conan muttered quietly:

"Brother Xianhe, what do you usually shoot?"

Fortunately, even with amnesia, the hero's brain still works very well.

Conan only felt that he saw the other party's fingers flying and the lock opened.

Below the first layer of pattern lock there is a layer of password lock, a layer of fingerprint lock, and a layer of pupil recognition.

Conan and Morobushi Keimitsu watched from the side, and they always felt that this "album" might contain a lot of incredible things.

...Have they opened Pandora's box?

Just as they were daydreaming, the high-tech iron box was opened.

Yun Xianhe took out the photo album, and on the cover was written "This World·".

It seems that this world is correct.

Under the curious gaze of the two, the brave man randomly turned a page.

Two photos came into view.

The one on the left is Conan pretending to be a child, with his big eyes open and looking very innocent and cute:

On the right is Mr. Guang, who is sleeping peacefully while holding the Godfather Goose doll.

The two of them were petrified instantly when they saw what was in the photo.

The brave man turned another page with interest.

This time it was Mr. Guang with messy hair and wearing goose pajamas;

There are five photos of the orange tower and one photo of the Maori family, Mr. Guang and Conan, which seem to have been taken secretly by him at that time.

Turn another page.

A young man in white clothes stood on the signal antenna in the night, with a confident and flamboyant smile on his face.

White doves fluttered beside each other, as if they were surrounding their king.

In the other photo, the other person is holding a large bunch of sunflowers and looking at the camera with a smile.

"...Brother Xianhe, you do have a photo of Kaito Kidd."

"Kaitou Kidd?"

Yun Xianhe repeated it again.

Looking at the inexplicably resentful expression of the little detective, I recalled his identity.

Hmm - if you're friends with a detective, you're also friends with a phantom thief?

It seems like something he could do.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe flipped through the pages again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was still a little dazed by the stimulation of the two photos just now.

He really wanted to ask Yun Xianhe when exactly those photos were taken, but the 'culprit' had lost his memory, so there was no way he could get the answer.

"Who is this?"

"Hattori Heiji, a high school detective from Kansai. The one next to him is his childhood sweetheart Toyama Kazuha."

"Childhood sweethearts...are they together?"

Heroes are always a bit gossipy.

Conan carefully recalled Hattori's usual performance, and complained with his half-moon eyes:

"He Ye seems to like Hattori, but you said he is a blockhead, Xianhe."

"Tsk, what about you? Do you have a childhood sweetheart?"

Yun Xianhe thought of the girl named Mao Li Ran who was standing behind Conan in the photo just now.

"Is it Xiaolan? Do you like her?"

Conan blushed when he was suddenly asked this question. He turned his head away and muttered:

"Who likes her..."

The main one is a tough talker.

Yun Xianhe snorted and didn't point it out. He turned to the next page and saw a blond-haired and dark-skinned waiter.

Zhu Fujingguang on the side noticed:

"This is Amuro Toru, he is also your friend, Xianhe."

"is it?"

No wonder the other person looked at me strangely in the restaurant.

But isn't that person a bit shady?

Yun Xianhe flipped through the photos and saw two girls, one big and one small, standing together and smiling happily.

Conan, who was standing by, looked at him for a while with his eyes half closed, and said in an uncertain tone:

"These appear to be the Miyano sisters."

Apparently the little detective wasn't so sure either.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing by, had never come into contact with it personally, so he was not very clear about it.

Yun Xianhe also found the fat uncle and those children in the photo album.

But compared to the rest, there are very few photos of them.

As for the Miyano sisters just now, there are even fewer, only that one.

The brave man, who judged the closeness of the relationship by the number of photos, rubbed Conan's head.

You know what, the more I rub it, the more addictive it becomes. The two inverted triangle-shaped hairs on the back of my head are also very interesting.

The little detective who always felt like he was being treated as a toy dared not get angry or say anything, and could only look at the other person with accusatory eyes.

"I'm a little tired."

This is what it means to expel a guest.

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the fever-reducing patch on Yun Xianhe's forehead, skillfully took out a new box from the other's bedside table, took out one and handed it to him.

Yun Xianhe reached out to take it and glanced at the cabinet.

A large number of medicine boxes were piled up inside, which looked very spectacular.

The hero's mouth twitched, and he finally understood why his personal assistant always looked at him like that.

After all this time, he might actually be a fragile item.

...Tsk, impossible, absolutely impossible.

It should just be for show.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe tore off the fever-reducing patch on his forehead and replaced it with a new one neatly.

It was rare to see the other party sticking this thing on the wall without tilting it. Zhu Fujingguang took one more look and then lowered his eyes.

Amnesia really makes people feel a little strange.

"Then Xianhe, you take a rest first. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

"Thank you, Mr. Guang."

“…Xianhe, you don’t have to be so polite to me.”

Zhu Fujingguang, who seemed to have heard thank you for the third time today, looked at the other person's calm expression and clenched his hands hanging by his side uncomfortably.

It doesn’t matter, even if the other person can’t remember, they can still be friends again.

Morobushi Kagemitsu comforted himself like this, then took Conan out of the room.

The footsteps gradually faded away and the room became quiet.

Yun Xianhe slowed down his breathing, and his hand on the bed gently touched the strange stone on the keychain. After a while, he looked up at the bookshelf.

He stood up and reached behind where he had found the album, then pulled it out.

The black box fell into his hands.

Yun Xianhe gently stroked the words "This World·" engraved on it with his fingertips, then put it into the system space, turned around and left the bedroom and went to the locked room.

Yun Xianhe took a few glances at the workbench and the easel covered with a dustproof cloth. After finding that they were familiar things, he locked the door.

Yun Xianhe took out a key from the system space.

He opened the box and after seeing the piles of photos inside, he pulled a movable whiteboard over from the wall.

The photo placed at the top of the box is of a man wearing black, holding a cigarette, and with long silver hair.

Even though most of his face was covered by the hat, one could still vaguely see the murderous intent in the other person's eyes.

Yun Xianhe pasted it on the left side of the blackboard.

The name of the person was clearly written at the bottom of the photo - Gin. (Codename member of the Black Organization, Danger Level 5)

Level five is equivalent to a very powerful son of luck among the villains.

The photos were arranged in an arc on the whiteboard, all of them were members that Yun Xianhe had currently come into contact with.

Finally, place a white card with a dark family totem printed on it in the center of the circle.

Karasuma Renya (suspected to be related, but unknown).

After sorting out the clues, the brave man moved a chair, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at the relationship diagrams with half-empty eyes.

After a while,

Vaguely reasoning about the plan he might have implemented in the past, Yun Xianhe chuckled:

"Interesting...will we weaken it and throw it to the opponent for practice?"