Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"How about it?"

On the table.

Looking at Conan, whose face was full of "Praise me now", Yun Xianhe subconsciously reached out and rubbed his head twice.

"Good job. I'm starting to believe it now."

"what?"

"What you said this afternoon."

Conan smiled upon hearing this, his tone was more mature than his appearance:

"We've already agreed on that sort of thing, haven't we?"

Yun Xianhe smiled and didn't reply.

On the other side, Zhu Fu Jingguang had already ordered food after he came over.

They are all things that Yun Xianhe likes to eat, but they are light.

The brave man, who had no sense of being a patient, looked at the watery rice and then at Zhufu Jingguang:

"Mr. Guang, I just caught a cold."

The implication is that he doesn't have the flu or a stomachache and can eat whatever he wants.

He also had barbecue for lunch today.

However, if this matter were to be made known to others, Yun Xianhe had a feeling that the other party would keep staring at him for the next three meals.

Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated for a moment, but finally added a plate of light meat dishes.

Yun Xianhe looked at the dish again and again, and finally decided to eat it all.

At least it’s a plate of meat.

The police over there have already questioned the four suspects, leaving only Yun Xianhe, the possible eyewitness who is closest to the crime scene.

Unfortunately, Yun Xianhe knew nothing about anything.

The police officer who went to investigate the scene also said that the crime scene could not be seen from that location.

When the police withdrew, the murderer hiding in the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had a plan in mind.

Before leaving, Shanwei took a closer look at Yun Xianhe, who was yawning and curled up in a chair with a listless look on his face.

As he thought about it, he suddenly revealed a cruel smile.

Anyway, after the reservoir is blown up tomorrow, the other party will be drowned like everyone here. What is there to worry about?

Thinking of this, Yamao Keisuke felt much more at ease and went straight back to his room.

Conan, who was observing everyone on the side, saw Yamao's malicious expression and imagined a lot of things.

But he needed more evidence.

Yun Xianhe, sensing the malicious intent, glanced at Shanwei without much reaction.

"I went upstairs to rest."

"it is good."

A peaceful night.

Yun Xianhe went to bed too early and got up in the early morning. He put on a coat and sat in front of the fireplace in the hotel lobby to warm himself.

Once people have free time, it is easy to think of many things.

On weekdays, there are piles of work in the mission world and 113 to help distract my mind. In addition, most of my memory has been sealed, so this rare leisure time is not that difficult to endure.

The heterochromatic eyes stared quietly at the flickering sparks in the fireplace. It was dark and no light could penetrate.

"It's so scary..."

I don’t know if it’s about loneliness or habit, or both.

The staff on night shift was not surprised when he saw Yun Xianhe. He just asked him and brought him a cup of hot milk.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Are you coming to Kitanosawa Village alone?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that he was sitting here alone, the other party thought about it and didn't ask any more questions, and walked away politely.

The lights in the living room dimmed.

Yun Xianhe shrank into the corner of the sofa, withdrew his gaze from the fire, and looked out the window while half leaning on the backrest.

The firelight reflected in the glass illuminated the falling snow outside.

It reflects the hero's dull, lifeless features.

[“Just smile. Don’t you like snow?”]

The pupils that had been dilated due to daze shrank slightly.

Yun Xianhe silently looked away and closed his eyes.

This was the scene that the group of people who had planned to get up early to watch the sunrise saw when they went downstairs.

The young man, wearing thin clothes, a coat on his back, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed, dozed off on the sofa.

He looks defensive and insecure.

The firewood in the fireplace was about to burn out, and the red-hot charcoal made a crackling sound.

The staff member in charge of the night shift was walking over there quietly, apparently intending to add more firewood.

When he saw Xiaolan and the others coming downstairs, he deliberately lowered his voice and greeted them:

"Good morning, guests. Are you planning to watch the sunrise?"

"Hello, yes, we heard that the sunrise here is beautiful, and we wanted to go and see it."

Hearing this, the staff member smiled:

"If you're lucky, you might see a rare sight."

"Huh? Really?"

Xiaolan, the leader here, is chatting with the staff.

Conan, who had just come downstairs, was yawning out of boredom. When he saw Yun Xianhe who seemed to be asleep on the sofa, he was stunned for a moment.

"Why did Brother Xianhe come here and fall asleep?"

Originally, they wanted to take each other with them to watch the sunrise today.

However, because I thought he might still be feeling unwell, I let the matter go.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was walking behind, was also stunned.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe was just wearing a coat and seemed to be cold, he thought of going forward to wake him up and let him go back to his room to rest.

Conan was one step faster than him.

The little detective approached and whispered:

"If I sleep here until the morning, my neck will feel uncomfortable, right? And catching a cold will make it worse..."

As he spoke, he had already walked to within two meters away from Yun Xianhe.

Just as he was about to get closer, the person on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes.

Those sharp heterochromatic eyes looked straight at Conan, and the coldness in them was even more intense than when he accidentally looked into Gin's eyes.

Conan was startled by the other party's subconscious defense and paused, and his hand even pressed on the anesthesia watch reflexively.

Yun Xianhe blinked when he saw who the person was, and the sharp feeling instantly faded away.

He glanced at Conan who was standing frozen in place, and at the large group of people in the distance, then raised his hand to take off his glasses and rubbed his nose.

"Conan? What's going on?"

The boy who had just woken up had a hoarse voice, and his tone was slow and a little soft, and he didn't look threatening at all.

The young detective, who was frightened into a cold sweat, blinked.

He looked at the non-aggressive Yun Xianhe, slowly relaxed his tense nerves, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I, we're going to watch the sunrise. ...Brother Xianhe, do you want to go?"

Yun Xianhe raised his hand and glanced at his watch - it was a little after five in the morning.

I don't know when the snow outside stopped.

Thinking that it was still early for breakfast and he had nothing to do, Yun Xianhe agreed.

"it is good."

Seeing that the other party seemed to be planning to put on his coat and go out with them, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but persuade him:

"Xianhe, would you like to wear a little more?"

The brave man, who felt that he was already wearing a lot, did not argue. He went upstairs to get a scarf and a hat and put them on obediently.

It turned out that Zhu Fu Jingguang's advice was still useful.

At least, when the group was halfway there, Sonoko started shivering from the cold.

"It's so cold, why do I have to suffer like this just for the sunrise——"

Yuanzi blew air into his palms.

Even with the protection of cotton gloves, she still felt a draft.

Xiaolan, who was walking in front, advised:

"Be patient, be patient."

The children following behind him seemed not to be afraid of the cold because they were so excited.

Yun Xianhe, who was walking at the end, glanced at the other person.

From the system scan, it can be seen that the other person's body temperature is the lowest among the crowd.

After reading it, he took out an electric hand warmer from his pocket.

"Give."

"Hey?"

Yuanzi looked at Yun Xianhe who walked to the front of the team with a somewhat flattered look.

The other party had not been very close to any of them in the past few days, and she was a little uncomfortable with the sudden concern from him.

"What is this? It's hot?"

"Hand warmers."

The brave man was very frugal with his words and simply handed the thing to Sonoko, letting the other party feel it for himself. It was obvious that he had no intention of explaining any further.