Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Forget it if you don't want to eat."

It’s quite expensive.

Conan: "..."

Thanks, no need to share everything with him.

[Ding, it is detected that the host has been standing by the window and blowing cold wind for a long time. 】

【Based on your current symptoms, we will give you a gift pack of 'Old Cold Legs'. 】

"??"

[Friendly reminder, your body is very fragile. In such cold weather and environment, please try to avoid standing near leaky windows for a long time. Be careful not to catch a cold.]

The system's tone is quite caring.

It was so thoughtful that Yun Xianhe wanted to kill something.

My knee trembled uncontrollably, and then a feeling of soreness and pain spread from every joint.

Feeling his limbs gradually becoming stiff as if due to hypothermia, Yun Xianhe narrowed his eyes.

'Can't you give me something nice?'

The young man stood there as if nothing had happened, but he was gritting his teeth in his heart.

Xiao Tiandao looked up and down, then flipped through the manuscript paper he had written when he was writing the program:

[Mr. Yun, this is the natural part of the 'beautiful, strong and miserable buff'.]

[In order to make your image of being 'miserable' and 'weak' more three-dimensional, the system will provide some special settings based on your current physical condition and environment.]

"...Why didn't it trigger before?"

[It happened before, like the bronchitis and the continuous low-grade fever. Of course, it also happened to the bones, but it was just a minor inflammation. But now you have the "crunchy"

'Stop talking.'

Trying hard to control his facial expression, Yun Xianhe glanced at the empty hall.

Just now, Xiaolan and Sonoko went to the kitchen to help, and now only he and Conan are left here.

"We still have some time before dinner, and we can't go out to play, so we might as well take this opportunity to go upstairs and sleep."

"Hey, where's your youthful energy?"

"Ha! You're talking to a sick man like that."

Yun Xianhe showed Conan his thin arms and legs.

The latter looked at him for a while, and his expression gradually became strange:

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

"Sorry, not at all."

Weird.

The big and the small stared at each other.

In the end, Conan was defeated and followed Yun Xianhe upstairs speechlessly.

"Really? We finally came out to play, but you went to sleep."

"I can't help it. If I go out in the rain, I'll turn into a pine tree."

"Stop talking about that horrible poem of yours!"

The young detective looked a little frantic.

Yun Xianhe smiled, entered the room, took off his shoes, got on the bed, and covered himself with the quilt in one go.

The person curled up in the quilt secretly took out a few heating pads from the system backpack and stuck them near various joints.

Feeling his limbs finally warming up, Yun Xianhe breathed a sigh of relief.

really...

He used to laugh at Ghost for having cold legs at such a young age.

Now, he has also experienced the "trend".

Maybe it's because the side effect of the 'crunchy' feeling on my body is too great, or maybe it's because the heating pad is too warm.

Yun Xianhe fell asleep in a rare second.

Conan picked up a book from the bedside and was about to start a conversation, but when he turned around, he saw that the other person had fallen asleep.

The little detective carefully recalled Yun Xianhe's state just now, and sighed helplessly after a long time:

"If you feel uncomfortable, just say it out loud, really..."

·

After one hour.

When Yun Xianhe woke up and opened his eyes to see Conan sitting beside the bed reading a book, he was still a little confused.

The boy squinted his eyes, skillfully touched his glasses and put them on before calling out for help.

"Conan?"

"woke up?"

"Why are you here? Aren't you going to accompany Xiaolan?"

Yun Xianhe grabbed two handfuls of messy hair, yawned lazily, and stretched his sore wrists.

He decided to put on knee pads and wrist guards to keep warm.

"I can't leave the patient alone in the room."

Yun Xianhe paused when he got out of bed, then smoothly pretended not to hear.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe refused to discuss his condition, Conan didn't ask any more questions.

"Bandage freak?"

"Well, I saw it in the woods just now. You should have seen it too, Kakutani, right?"

"No, I was in the woods with Chikako just now, and I didn't see any bandaged weirdos."

The two people who had just come downstairs stopped at the same time.

Yun Xianhe stood on the stairs and looked at the crowd of people gathered in the hallway, taking in all of their little movements.

"Bandage Monster... Xianhe, we saw him on the way here, right?"

"Ah."

"Ah, Xianhe, you're up. Are you feeling better?"

Seeing that he was discovered by Xiaolan, Yun Xianhe led Conan downstairs.

"Thank you, Xiaolan. I feel much better now."

Ota was obviously a little uncomfortable when he saw him.

Yun Xianhe, who automatically stood at the outermost edge of the crowd, frowned slightly as he listened to them talk about their respective encounters with the bandaged monster.

It would be fine if it happened to one person, but why did it happen to everyone?

Could it be that the bandaged man was waiting for them near the suspension bridge?

Come and scare one by one?

Why? To create a sense of atmosphere before your appearance?

"I think we should call the police first."

"Ok!"

Seeing a group of people rushing to make phone calls, Yun Xianhe, who was standing there, was slightly stunned.

"Xiao Tiandao, don't they have mobile phones?"

[There are relatively few mobile phones at this time.]

Yun Xianhe paused as he was about to take out his cell phone, then silently put it back into the system space.

If that's the case, it would probably look very strange if he took it out.

"Why does the other party appear again and again?"

"Hmm - maybe to create a grand entrance for yourself?"

Or maybe it is to cover up the fact that he is not an outsider.

So maybe someone here wants to take advantage of this opportunity to do something?

"what!!!"

The sudden scream startled Yun Xianhe.

When I looked up, I saw Takahashi rushing out with a terrified look on his face.

A bunch of people followed him and ran out to stop him.

"Brother Xianhe, hurry up!"

"..."

So, why did they run?

Yun Xianhe, who didn't understand why those people reacted so strongly, sighed, took an umbrella from the door, and quickly caught up with the little detective.

Let him see the ultimate purpose of this farce.

"The suspension bridge, the suspension bridge has fallen down."

"No, it was cut off by someone."

Yun Xianhe, who had hurried over, glanced at the wooden stake full of cuts, and handed the extra umbrella to Xiaolan and a few other girls.

Pulling the little detective who was caught in the rain under his umbrella, Yun Xianhe glanced at the scene and frowned.

It’s raining...it’s hard to find the traces.

"But who would do such a thing?"

"It must be him, it must be that man who did it!"

Takahashi was obviously still a little scared. Chikako frowned and scolded him:

"Are you done yet? Bandage freak, that's nonsense!"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Yun Xianhe directly shifted the focus:

"You just said you saw that man in the forest?"

"Yeah, I just saw it."

Yun Xianhe glanced at Ota.

The latter seemed to be afraid that he would not believe it, and just when he was about to say something, he saw him leading Conan a few steps to the side.

"Yes, there are footprints extending from the woods. Although they are very shallow, they can still be seen."

After pointing out the very faint marks to the little detective, Yun Xianhe looked up at everyone.

"Although I don't know what the other party wants to do, there are so many of us. If we lock the doors and windows, we should be fine. There's no need to panic. If you are really scared, you can team up with others in a room tonight."

The boy's voice was steady, and carried an inexplicable sense of security.

The others looked at each other and nodded.

Only Takahashi seemed to want to say something.

But Yun Xianhe turned to look at him and closed his mouth silently again.

It’s so strange, is this person so timid?

Yun Xianhe, who was walking at the back of the crowd, looked at Gaoqiao, who was obviously worried, and felt the strange feeling in his heart becoming more and more serious.

The young man raised his hand and pulled his silver-framed glasses down, then silently pushed them back after a while.

"Conan, do you know anything about Atsuko?"

"I haven't had a chance to ask yet."

"Then I'll trouble you with this matter."

"Hey?! Xianhe, have you discovered something again?"

The person standing at the porch closing his umbrella glanced through the open door at the dark rain clouds in the distance.

Boom——

A loud thunderclap sounded, Yun Xianhe withdrew his gaze, and patted the water droplets on Conan's clothes.

"Not yet."

It was just raining.