Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The battle-damaged, weak(?) and pitiful(?) hero has a very good appetite.

If they ignored the large number of bandages on the other party's body, perhaps Zhu Fujingguang and the others would be a little less worried.

Watching Yun Xianhe eat the second plate of fried dumplings, Conan hesitated:

"Brother Xianhe, how about you take a rest for a while?"

"Only when you are full can you have the energy to rest."

"??"

Does rest also require physical strength?

The little detective, who was almost fooled by the hero's twisted logic, shook his head.

His eyes fell on the man's bandaged fingers, then on his face which was slightly red due to fever:

Conan pursed his lips and spoke carefully:

"Brother Xianhe, today is more... um!"

A fried shrimp accurately blocked Conan's mouth.

Yun Xianhe looked at the little detective who seemed to be in a daze, and reached out to push the untouched plate of shrimp over to him:

"Children who eat more shrimp will be smarter."

"..."

Looking at Conan who seemed a little speechless, the brave man curled the corners of his lips slightly and lowered his head to continue eating steak.

He is no longer the adventurer who would smile at a word of thanks.

I don't want to hear those words anymore and I don't need them anymore.

The meal seemed a bit dull because the protagonist didn't want to talk about the dangers he encountered today.

After eating and drinking his fill, Yun Xianhe suddenly remembered the stupid wolf he had left on the top of the mountain.

As he was thinking, he turned to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang who seemed to be distracted:

"I want to go out."

"Where are you going? Is it something urgent?"

Looking at Yun Xianhe, who looked obviously unhealthy, Zhu Fu Jingguang disagreed in his heart.

However, the hero without memories would not pretend to be weak to him like he did before.

Even though he knew that the other party was worried about him, Yun Xianhe didn't think it was necessary to take such a minor injury so seriously:

"Something fell on the top of the mountain, and we need to go there."

The two looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere became somewhat frozen.

Before Zhu Fu Jingguang could speak again, Yun Xianhe had already stood up and left the table.

His attitude was very clear - he was just informing you and had no intention of discussing it.

Feeling that he had given sufficient notice, the brave man followed his usual habit of saying less and doing more and simply walked out.

"Mr. Xianhe,"

Xiaolan and the others on the side opened their mouths as they watched Yun Xianhe leave without looking back.

Because of the other person's expressionless face, I couldn't say a word of dissuasion.

It seems like this has happened before.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was sitting in the same place, looked at the decisive figure and recalled the first time he directly asked the other party to pay attention to his body.

At that time, Yun Xianhe also left without hesitation.

Those indifferent eyes seemed to tell the world that he could abandon anyone at any time.

…Anyone?

stab-

The sound of the chair being pushed away was a bit harsh.

The indigo eyes blinked and fell on Conan who had just jumped off the chair opposite.

The other party walked out while saying:

"Hurry up, Mr. Midorikawa! Stop daydreaming!"

If you don't hurry up, you will be left behind and never be able to catch up.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled by the words, and stood up in a panic and followed Conan to chase outside.

Xiaolan and the others who stayed where they were finally stopped the three little ones who wanted to go with them.

Looking through the window at the two children running out of the yard, Xiaolan was a little worried:

"Are they okay?"

I always felt that for a moment just now, the three of them seemed to have started arguing.

"Don't worry."

Yuanzi on the side waved his hand carelessly and said:

"The three of them have such a good relationship, there will definitely be no problem."

“…That’s true.”

·

Yun Xianhe, who couldn't find any means of transportation in the yard, walked leisurely in the direction where Silly Wolf was.

Having a fever is somewhat uncomfortable.

Yun Xianhe took out a scarf from the system space, tied it up, and began to reminisce out of boredom.

Apart from this world, he couldn't even remember the last time he had a cold.

The hand that was originally taking out the hoverboard paused when he heard footsteps coming from behind.

Yun Xianhe turned around and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the two people, one big and one small:

"Why are you here?"

"I was afraid you might faint outside."

The young detective spoke bluntly, and after running over, he directly reached out and grabbed the corner of Yun Xianhe's clothes.

Conan secretly made a gesture to Zhu Fu Jingguang, indicating that he had caught the other party. He looked up at Yun Xianhe who seemed a little confused beside him, and blinked his big eyes:

"Brother Xianhe, are you angry?"

"Ok?"

Yun Xianhe glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang, who seemed a little nervous, and looked down at Conan:

"Why do you think so?"

There aren't many things that can cause big emotional fluctuations in a hero.

Conan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then asked hesitantly:

"Because, you just left without saying anything... I thought you were angry."

"?"

The hero carefully recalled his reaction and said with certainty:

"No. Besides, I said I was going to come out to look for something."

"...You looked like that. I thought I or Mr. Midorikawa said something, so you ran away in anger."

The atmosphere was somewhat silent for a while.

Yun Xianhe looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who seemed to have suddenly calmed down, and Conan who was holding on to his clothes tightly, and suddenly realized something, and then his face became complicated:

"Are you so emotionally fragile?"

"Huh? You're just too nervous! Running away without saying a word really looks like you're angry!"

Conan realized that the other party was not angry, so he felt relieved and began to argue with him.

The hero opened his mouth, wanting to say that it was just a routine notice, but in the end he did not explain the issue to the other party.

After confirming again and again that Yun Xianhe was not angry, Zhu Fujing looked at the person who seemed to be planning to leave and sighed deeply:

"What is Xianhe planning to do? Is it far? Do you need me to go back and drive?"

One sentence perfectly fulfills the duties of an assistant.

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe shook his head and pointed to the road ahead that was blocked by snow:

“Just get to that area.”

Conan thought for a moment and speculated:

"Brother Xianhe, are you looking for that husky?"

“It’s called a brick.”

"??"

Conan's mouth twitched when he heard this name for the first time:

"As long as you are happy."

Zhu Fujingguang, who was following on the other side of the other party, gradually calmed down from his originally uneasy mood.

Yun Xianhe didn't look at the other party, and said in a light tone:

"Mr. Guang, there's no need to be so nervous."

"Ha ha…"

Seeing that the other party probably didn't listen much, Yun Xianhe didn't say much.

The group walked to the snow pile. Yun Xianhe took out the whistle from his pocket and blew it, and then stood there waiting.

About 20 minutes later, Conan heard a familiar voice.

"coming."