Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Conan, who was ordered to go back to the hotel, turned around and saw Yun Xianhe walking slowly at the back, obviously in a daze.

He slowed down his pace and walked side by side with the other person. He reached out and tugged at the corner of the other person's clothes, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Xianhe, do you see anything while you are sitting there now?"

"I saw it."

"Really?!"

Conan's voice was a little loud, which immediately caused the others to turn around.

"What's wrong Conan?"

Looking past Xiaolan who was asking the question, I just happened to see Tono Mizuki who was leading the way in front.

Although there is only a slight possibility, before the murderer is found...

"No, nothing, hahaha, I was just whispering to Brother Xianhe."

Yun Xianhe felt strange when he saw the little detective pretending to be stupid.

He suspected that there were many similar stories in the photos he had of the other person.

Seeing that the others had no intention of continuing to ask questions, Conan breathed a sigh of relief, moved closer to Yun Xianhe and asked in a lower voice:

"Brother Xianhe, is what you just said true?! Who is it?"

"Even if I tell you, there's no evidence."

“…You should have it in your hand.”

The slightly confident tone made Yun Xianhe look at the other person again.

Conan saw the hero chuckle, his eyes full of indifference:

"You seem to have forgotten that, based on my location, I am also a suspect."

Hearing this, Conan opened his mouth, seeming a little anxious:

"How could you possibly..."

"I saw someone dying and didn't help. Aren't you angry?"

Although the man died on the spot.

When their eyes met, the indifference in those heterochromatic eyes seemed colder than the wind and snow in the dead of winter.

Conan pursed his lips, and after a while he said in a deep voice:

"You don't have to be like this. I told you, Brother Xianhe, we are friends. And, Brother Xianhe, you didn't take action, it must be because the other party is already dead and can't be saved, right?"

"……Ah."

Listening to the other party's analysis, Yun Xianhe laughed briefly.

"You're smarter than I thought."

Conan raised his head confidently after receiving the compliment, and said with a faint smile:

"I make all these inferences based on my belief in you."

"What would you do if one day your friend really was one of the suspects?"

"I will try my best to find evidence to prove that the other party is innocent."

"What if he is guilty?"

The young detective, who had unknowingly fallen behind his opponent by half a step, stopped.

Yun Xianhe stopped, turned around and lowered his head to look at the other person.

The young detective looked serious and spoke in a firm tone:

"Then I will personally send him in to repent."

A sincere soul that has never been betrayed...

Yun Xianhe quietly stared at the clean and transparent Son of Destiny in front of him, as if he saw his past shadow through him.

A passionate, stubborn and persistent person.

"It's so boring."

The hero commented.

Conan, who was standing by, was obviously not surprised at all by this answer.

"Then, Brother Xianhe, what would you do?"

"I will dispose of all the evidence."

Conan didn't react much after getting the answer.

And he believed that if Yun Xianhe really wanted to do this, no one in the world could find any clues.

Thinking of this, Conan was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Brother Xianhe won’t commit a crime anyway, so why think so much?

"By the way, Brother Xianhe, do you have any evidence?"

"Who do you think did it?"

The question was thrown back.

Conan thought carefully about the relationship between these people and said:

"It could be Mr. Muto, who has a conflict with the other party, or Yamao, who is closest to the other party."

“Very sharp ideas.”

"pick one of two?"

"You are wrong about one thing. I have no evidence. Besides, there is no way to prove that I am a witness and not a suspect."

Conan paused after hearing this, then sighed and muttered softly:

"That's right..."

It was such a long distance, and there were two slopes blocking the way. It was a miracle that Brother Xianhe could see it at that time.

In fact, the hero had evidence in his hand, but he couldn't explain the shooting angle when he took it out, so he didn't continue talking.

In just that short moment, he had said more than he had said to Conan all before.

But Conan didn't seem surprised at all.

This shows that before he lost his memory, his enthusiasm when chatting with the other party was obviously not just a casual acquaintance.

Better than he imagined?

The group returned to the hotel.

Yun Xianhe, who had taken a nap in the snow, felt a headache due to the cold and finally chose to go back to the house to rest.

The police arrived at the hotel before sunset after collecting the bodies.

By the time Yun Xianhe, the suspect closest to the scene, sat down at the interrogation table, his headache had developed into a low-grade fever.

The boy had a pale face and was sitting at the table with a fever-reducing patch with a kitten print on it.

Compared with the other four suspects with different expressions, he seemed out of place.

The police officer in charge of the interrogation suspected for a moment that Yun Xianhe was actually sitting here as a victim.

"Boy Yun?"

"I'm staying near there today, so I'm one of the suspects."

Yun Xianhe chuckled at Maori Kogoro, his slightly hoarse voice was very calm.

Conan, who was eating at the table nearby, observed secretly and began to recall all the details of this afternoon.

Then, the little detective suddenly remembered something, jumped off the chair, and ran over.

Seeing Yun Xianhe's self-awareness, Maori Kogoro didn't say anything.

Just as the old police officer was about to start questioning, Conan came running over and said:

"Brother Xianhe is not a suspect."

The police officer in charge of recording looked down at Conan.

Maori Kogoro on the side clenched his fist and shook it at the other party:

"You little devil, here you go again!"

"Little boy, you have to have evidence when you speak. This gentleman just admitted it, but he has no alibi at the time of the crime, and he was so close to the suspect, so he is highly suspected."

"We have evidence."

Conan said something shocking.

Yun Xianhe, who was leaning on the table with his chin supported by one hand because of dizziness, looked at the other party with interest.

The latter gave him a soothing smile, dodged Uncle Maori's sneak attack, and said confidently:

"The timing doesn't match up."

"Oh? Tell me about it, little brother."

Seeing that the police officer began to take his words seriously, Conan began to analyze:

"When we arrived, Brother Xianhe had a lot of snow on his body, and there were no footprints on the snow around him, which proves that he had reached the lake before the snow fell."

"The victim died before the snow began to fall. The murderer killed him and left a trail of footprints in another direction after the snow stopped. When we found Brother Xianhe, the snow had not stopped yet."

"The last and most important point is that Brother Xianhe has absolutely no motive to commit a crime, right?"

The little detective spoke very logically.

The police officers looked at each other and felt that what the other party said was right.

"Even if he is not a suspect, he is the most likely insider. Sir, please cooperate with us for a moment."

On the other side, Shanwei was completely frozen when he learned that Yun Xianhe was at the lake around noon today.

Conan, who had been paying attention to their expressions, narrowed his eyes and made a plan in his mind.

But he didn't say it directly, instead he looked at the police officer:

"Then Mr. Officer, can you ask Brother Xianhe later? He is sick and hasn't eaten anything yet."

"can."

The brave man, who thought he could try being a suspect for once, shrugged and was dragged away.

Before leaving, he glanced at Yamao who was trying to remain calm.

I originally wanted to set a trap for the other party and make him let the cat out of the bag.

Now it seems that I shouldn’t die?