Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

In the end, Haibara Ai didn't answer.

In fact, she always felt that what Yun Xianhe really wanted to ask was:

If a person is constantly betrayed, is it still necessary to persist in being kind?

It is obvious that the other party has found the answer to this question.

The answer that suits him best.

After returning empty-handed, Huibara sat at her desk, drinking tea quietly without saying a word.

In the center of the table lay an unfolded handkerchief.

A piece of paper stained with blood fell in the middle, with "goodness" written on the front and "stupidity" printed on the back.

This is what Yun Xianhe gave her just now.

Should I say he was a gentleman? He even took out a clean handkerchief to help him put it away.

Of course, Huibara also left a roll of gauze for the other party to re-bandage the wound.

Around the coffee table.

Morofushi Keimitsu, Amuro Toru and Conan all looked heavy-faced as they faced the blood-red piece of paper.

Huiyuan put down the teacup and patted Miyano Akemi's hand soothingly, then looked at the three people:

"He told you not to worry about him, and that he would always remember what he should remember."

It was a somewhat perfunctory consolation, much like the hero's usual style.

Toru Amuro on the side rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that Yun Xianhe's mood after losing his memory was more difficult to deal with than Gin's.

"We can't force him if he doesn't cooperate."

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed and looked at the Miyano sisters with a slightly apologetic look:

"Please excuse me for making this trip today."

"Nothing. My sister and I were planning on going shopping today anyway."

Having said that, Haibara Ai put down the teacup in her hand and prepared to get up and say goodbye.

Before leaving, she gave some treatment advice:

"People with amnesia usually find it easier to recover their memories when faced with familiar scenes. You can give it a try, but I don't recommend stimulating the patient too much."

Thinking of the other person's cold, heterochromatic eyes, Huiyuan Ai paused and said carefully:

“It’s not good if emotions get out of control.”

"Okay, thank you Huiyuan."

"Don't mention it. I wasn't much help."

On the other side, Toru Amuro sighed slightly and stood up to leave.

"I don't know what they are doing. The only person who knows about it has lost his memory..."

Originally, Rum was planning to ask Toru Amuro to go to the City of Romance for assistance these two days.

For some unknown reason, the other party withdrew the order and only asked him to stay here to be responsible for the provision of some supplies.

Bourbon, who always smiles kindly, has become more and more resentful recently.

What the hell are those guys doing?

Not only do we never return from the romantic city, but we also need so many supplies and manpower.

For a moment, Toru Amuro even thought that the winery had discovered their secret methods and was planning to move their headquarters.

Conan on the side always felt that he had grasped something.

But Toru Amuro walked very quickly, not giving him any chance to talk.

The little detective, who had been very well protected by the hero before, has not been able to truly come into contact with the dark side of the winery.

Zhu Fu Jingguang had discussed this issue with Yun Xianhe, so when he met Conan's curious eyes, he just pretended not to know.

"What to make for lunch..."

Seeing that Zhu Fu Jingguang was about to ignore him again, Conan anxiously grabbed the other person's clothes.

"You're hiding this from me again!"

Zhu Fujingguang, who was dragged down, seemed to have expected this to happen.

He gently pried Conan's hand apart and looked down at him:

"This matter has nothing to do with you, Conan."

"Why! I am also one of the victims. I have the right to know, right?"

"Xian He said that when you grow up to the point where you can fight him on equal terms, he will let you know."

After saying this, Zhu Fu Jingguang pursed his lips, feeling a little frustrated.

Not to mention Conan, even he and Amuro Toru could only know each other's obvious arrangements.

They were forbidden from knowing what the other party did behind their backs, all because of "lack of strength".

Although Yun Xianhe never admitted that he was the one who was dealing with Gin and others in the Romantic City, everyone guessed that it must be his doing.

A brave man is like an impenetrable wall.

Without any discussion, he perfectly blocked all possible dangers for them.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Conan who seemed to be angry and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Should he be angry too?

As Zero said,

Suddenly I realized that I have always been protected by them as if they were their child, which is a bit inferior.

The brave man lying on the swing in the backyard sneezed and his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned.

Is someone missing him?

Opening the auxiliary system panel, although none of the character illustrations related to the 'enemy' were lit up, it did not prevent Yun Xianhe from seeing a long string of favorability values ​​following those names.

Well, everyone is over 80% hateful.

What did he do before?

The brave man began to speculate with interest.

At the same time, in the romantic city.

In a single-family villa with luxurious exterior decoration.

Vermouth and Rum stood in each corner of the room.

Some were smoking, some were drinking, and no one was talking.

Leaning against the bare load-bearing wall, Vermouth looked at the wine in her hand, looking a little haggard.

She couldn't remember how many times this had happened.

Just a day ago, the group of black-robed men rushed into their new base like a swarm of locusts and dismantled everything.

Now, apart from the load-bearing walls, the only things left in this house are the bathroom ceiling light and the toilet.

Not even the wallpaper was left.

The fully furnished house instantly became unfinished and so clean that it looked as if it had never been decorated.

Rum threw away the cigar in his hand and crushed it with his leather shoe:

"This can't go on like this!"

Vermouth raised her eyes and looked at him calmly:

"Can you find a way back?"

Rum choked when he heard this, and his already ferocious face was filled with anger.

Originally he could still force a smile.

But after being trapped here for several months in a row and losing countless money, weapons and manpower, he could no longer laugh.

This group of people in black robes are just like ghosts.

It can't be hurt, it can't be destroyed, and it can't be negotiated.

To put it bluntly, these people are now like a group of trapped animals, being kept in this city by unknown forces.

Besides, how could anyone dismantle a helicopter with bare hands?

Rum almost couldn't breathe when he thought about the last time he spent a lot of money to buy something that was screwed into a pile of parts by that group of people with just wrenches.

Originally, I thought the other party didn't kill them because of some restrictions and thought it was impossible.

Now it seems that the other party just wants to keep them for fun!

"Where did Gin go again?"

The answer he got was the sound of explosions in the city in the distance.

Rum rubbed his brow, and the place where he had lost an eye a long time ago was aching slightly because of this dilemma that had no solution.

Vermouth at the side looked at his expression and sneered.

The current situation was their own choice. If they had known this would happen, they should not have come to watch Gin's fun.

Well now,

I didn't get to see the excitement, but I became the one causing the excitement.