Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"No, Brother Xianhe, you already knew that it was Kidd, right?"

Looking at the angry little detective, the hero's heterochromatic eyes rarely moved away because of guilt.

"Ah."

He admitted it!

Conan was not happy after receiving a positive answer. He laughed twice with a fake smile and complained:

"Do you know how terrifying it is to suddenly receive a call from Mr. Midorikawa after you two left? Why didn't you answer Mr. Guang's call?"

Yun Xianhe was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and pressed the power button.

"I turned off my phone before boarding the plane and forgot to turn it on."

Looking at the series of missed calls, Yun Xianhe paused, and sent a text message to the other party in somewhat unfamiliar terms to report his safety.

If I had memory, I would probably remember it.

[Ding, extraction successful.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining "Deer Frenzy" (one-time), which lasts for 7 days. ]

[Now issued. ]

"..."

After hearing the system broadcast, the brave warrior stared at the four words on the system panel with dead fish eyes.

...Because he ruined a small part of Conan's relationship, the system punished him by making him experience more heart-thumping feelings?

What a pity, stones are not moved at all.

Being able to care about friends is a rare and valuable learning achievement.

Yun Xianhe clicked on the detailed introduction with his mind and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the label "palpitations".

It turned out to be a heart disease.

Fortunately, it’s not some weird love-brain setting or mind control.

Although that kind of punishment is useless to him and will eventually turn into a strange illness, it is really easy to make someone look like a psychopath.

A face was slumped on a piece of stone, staring fiercely (? ) straight ahead.

The front desk clerk who was in the other person's field of vision was originally planning to ask the other person if he needed help, but he was forced to stay where he was and dared not move.

How scary! Is this guy here to stay at the hotel or to rob?

Conan, who couldn't see the system panel, looked at Yun Xianhe who seemed to be in a daze. He followed his gaze and found the receptionist with a somewhat stiff smile.

Could it be that this person is someone that Brother Xianhe knows? Or is he a member of the Black Organization? !

Thinking of this, Conan frowned slightly and stared at the waiter.

The front desk clerk, who always felt like he was going to be killed, had cold sweat on his forehead and subconsciously clenched his hands under the counter.

Either that or call the police.

"Brother Xianhe, so you are here! I heard from them that this time it is really thanks to you!... What are you and Conan doing here?"

Hearing the voice, Yun Xianhe turned off the system panel, turned to look at Officer Megure who came out of the corridor, and nodded slightly at him:

"Mr. Officer."

Being addressed like this, Inspector Megure touched the back of his head, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

He glanced at the front desk who seemed relieved, then looked at Conan who seemed a little speechless standing next to Yun Xianhe, and asked:

"What happen to you guys?"

"Ah, nothing, hahaha..."

It turns out that the other party was just in a daze.

Realizing this, Conan smiled helplessly, still joking with Inspector Megure.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe didn't seem to intend to say anything to him, Inspector Megure leaned over to Conan's ear and whispered:

"Brother Xianhe, your amnesia hasn't been cured yet?"

It looks kind of scary.

Conan doesn't know the answer to this question either.

Following Officer Nakamori to check whether Kidd was mixed in, Megure Juzo finally waited for Yun Xianhe.

It is better to ask the parties directly about the transcript.

After a formal work process, Yun Xianhe agreed to a meal with Conan, and then returned to the room he had just booked to rest.

Nothing happened that night, and the brave man breathed a sigh of relief the next day when he safely flew back to Beika Town.

It seems that things don't always happen around the Son of Luck.

"Brother Xianhe, do you want to..."

"No."

"I'm not finished yet!"

Yun Xianhe restrained the angry little detective with one hand, looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang walking towards him from a distance, and really wanted to shout, "Take him away quickly!"

He discovered that if he traveled any longer, something bad would happen!

Without waiting for Zhu Fu Jingguang to say hello, Yun Xianhe took advantage of Conan's unpreparedness to ruffle his hair, reached out and pinched his chubby face, then turned and left.

How does it feel to have your face pinched by someone expressionlessly?

Conan, with messy hair, stared blankly at the figure walking briskly, and asked Zhu Fujingguang in confusion:

"Although the memory seems to have not returned, this should mean that the relationship has improved a lot, right?"

"Hmm... should?"

"…But that guy can't pinch my face!"

Do you really treat him as a child?!

And the gauze rubbing against my face feels really itchy!

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe who had already got on the car, angrily rubbed his face with his sleeve, and then pulled his hair back to its original shape.

Damn it! When Xianhe brother's memory is restored, he will take it back!

The god wandering away from the world seemed to have regained some of his childish nature.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was somewhat relieved by this. At least it proved that their companionship and care for Yun Xianhe were useful.

Conan naturally knew this, and he wasn't really angry just now.

The two looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and said goodbye to each other.

As for Yun Xianhe who returned home safely,

After being treated to a sumptuous meal that Morobushi Keimitsu had prepared long ago, he righteously rejected Conan's invitation to the amusement park.

"I'm going to do an experiment."

Conan on the other end of the phone asked with half-moon eyes:

"What experiment?"

“On the relationship between probability and fate.”

"what?"

Conan, who had no idea what Yun Xianhe was going to do, sighed.

Forget it, let him recuperate. We can go to the amusement park again when we have the chance.

"Then Brother Xianhe, you should have a good rest at home."

"it is good."

The next day, the weather was sunny.

The hot summer sun can easily make people dizzy, but it doesn't have much effect on the brave.

Yun Xianhe, wearing a sun hat, pulled the leash with one hand and took a big bite of the ice cream with the other.

Banzhuan, who was walking in front, was sticking out his tongue due to the sun. He trotted to the shade of a tree nearby, lay down, and sat down in the flower bed.

Yun Xianhe took a look and sighed slightly.

The bath I just gave my pet at the pet salon was a waste of time.

Without any idea of ​​what he had done, Banzhuan raised his dusty hind legs and kicked the collar twice, successfully getting a large patch of dust on the white fur on his neck.

Yun Xianhe: ...

He exchanged a set of pet sun protection clothing for Banzhuan from the system space and took out two small handheld fans.

The man and the wolf squatted together under the tree to enjoy the breeze.

Yun Xianhe half raised his head and looked at the clear sky in the distance, and thought of Conan who had made an appointment with him to go to the amusement park yesterday.

"It should be fun."

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"An incompetent detective has no right to live."