Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The data that was being analyzed was stuck for a moment, and then a new round of matching began quickly.

Yun Xianhe laughed silently when he saw this scene.

After waiting for a long time without hearing any feedback from the computer, Ito Mihiko frowned and raised his hand to tap the keyboard a few more times.

The brave man, who had changed his face again, stood up straight with a smile and allowed the camera to scan himself.

"Warning, program error."

"what?"

“Pfft, hahahahahaha!”

The sudden burst of laughter next to his ears startled Ito Mihiko.

Just as he was about to maneuver his wheelchair to move to the side, he felt a huge force pressing on the back of his chair, leaving him no chance to move.

Yun Xianhe, who was wearing a goblin hood, took a look at the immature facial recognition mechanism, snatched the notebook from the other party casually, and flipped through it with some curiosity:

"You didn't plant bombs somewhere else?"

"Ah……"

Ito Mihiko sneered and sat dejectedly in the chair.

He wanted to, but how could it be possible?

His body simply didn't support him doing those things, so he could only survive in the room.

However, Yun Xianhe didn't know what the other party was thinking.

Obviously, the hero still remembers the crazy architect who emphasized symmetry and destroyed the entire building with countless bombs.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

In order to achieve his own goals, this guy was able to develop even a facial recognition program. Who knows, there might be some high-tech time bombs.

Facts proved that Yun Xianhe overestimated the opponent's technical level.

After confirming again and again that there was nothing dangerous installed in the other party's computer, Yun Xianhe considerately returned the computer to the other party.

Ito Mihiko paused when his fingertips touched the metal shell.

He tilted his head towards Yun Xianhe's direction, with a nasty smile on his face:

"Aren't you afraid that I might detonate the bomb?"

If the ID's explosion program was canceled, there would be a prompt sound, but he didn't hear it just now.

I guess this person didn't do that, but just gave it back to me directly.

Don't care? Are you not in the same group as that group?

So what is the purpose of this person appearing here?

Ito Mihiko, who had imagined a lot, even thought that he could have some kind of negotiation with Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe, who had just sent a unified message of "safe" to Inspector Megure, Uncle Maori, Conan and others, put away his phone.

Looking at Ito Mihiko who seemed to have regained his confidence, he felt a little puzzled:

"How about you give it a try?"

The hands on the keyboard were stiff.

Feeling that something unexpected had happened, Ito Mihiko opened his mouth and squeezed out a few words from his dry throat:

"What do you mean?"

“I’ve already finished dismantling it.”

"what?!"

Yun Xianhe glanced at his watch and explained:

"Just forty minutes ago, during the magic show. Ah, sorry, I forgot you couldn't see it. This is the disadvantage of non-intelligent scanning monitoring equipment. When faced with common sense things, there is basically no warning or reaction."

Of course, even though he was very confident, Yun Xianhe still had a little bit of a gamble element at the time.

I bet that in that situation, the prisoner wouldn't detonate the bomb.

Bet that there is no visible accomplice next to the other party.

After all, they didn't break the 'rules of the game' at the beginning, did they?

It doesn't matter even if it explodes on the spot, it's just a small bomb.

There is also a countdown, making it almost easy for the brave to eliminate danger.

The incident that had been planned for so long was resolved so easily that Ito Mihiko almost couldn't breathe.

He looked at Yun Xianhe angrily and growled:

"Yes! So what if I can't see! Who do you think you are! How can you possibly understand my pain!"

A failed plan, the fear of killing someone, a seriously injured body, the death of a loved one...

One thing after another forced him to carry out this plan.

That's right...

They forced him to do it!

If Nishio hadn't shot and killed the security guard at the beginning and ruined his perfect plan,!

Yun Xianhe looked expressionlessly at Ito Mihiko, who had fallen into a state of mental madness, and said mercilessly:

“Don’t put the blame on others.”

"Huh? What did you say!"

It's quite tiring to reason with self-centered people.

Yun Xianhe simply stopped talking and let Ito Mihiko tell him all his plans, and even recorded it.

Well, I'll give it to Officer Megure later and he can save me the trouble of taking a statement.

Downstairs, Maori Kogoro, who had just rushed in, received a text message from Yun Xianhe.

Looking at those two short words, Detective Maori felt relieved and stood up straighter.

Secretary Takada, who was unaware that his employer had been dealt with, politely invited Kogoro Mori into the room.

He followed the procedure and brought Kogoro Mouri to the previous hall, and then waited for the other party to turn on the screen to talk to him.

However, after waiting for a long time, the electronic screen hanging on the wall did not respond.

Maori Kogoro glanced at the time and turned to look at Takada:

"What does the client mean? I have solved the puzzle he posed. Let him come out to see me."

"Wait a moment, Mr. Maori, the client may be..."

As he spoke, the screen on the wall flashed.

Yun Xianhe pressed the connect button and looked at the picture reflected on the laptop. He even waved to the camera from an angle:

"Hi - good evening, Uncle Maori."

The hero's bright smile was magnified on the screen, and his tone was full of energy.

In contrast, there was a sloppy man with an angry voice behind him.

Maori Kogoro was stunned when he saw this scene, and shouted uncertainly:

"Boy Yun?"

"Well, thank you Uncle Maoli for the lemonade this afternoon. I will treat you to a big dinner tonight."

"Have you regained your memory?"

Hearing this question, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and tapped his temple lightly:

"I bumped into it again in the afternoon, and then I remembered it. I'm sorry to bother Uncle Maori during this period."

The hero spoke sincerely, which made Maori Kogoro feel a little embarrassed.

After all, Yun Xianhe, who had lost his memory, actually refused everyone's care, so it was out of the question for him to say such things.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Yun Xianhe curled the corners of his lips slightly, his eyebrows and eyes illuminated by the light of the screen softened:

"Thank you for your indulgence."

The hero is aware of how difficult it is for him to deal with that state.

"Ah, no...it's not a big deal. Yun, you are too serious..."

Uncle Maori, who was too old to handle such direct criticism, stuttered a little.

Takada next to him stared blankly at the glowing white boy on the screen, his expression very confused.

Who was that and when did he go in? Wasn't he guarding here the whole time?

"Wait a minute!"

Hattori, carrying Conan on his back, rushed into the room in a hurry.

However, the reality is quite different from what they imagined.

Kogoro Mori was not reasoning.

The person on the screen was not the mysterious client, but Yun Xianhe with a smile on his face.

Seeing his familiar face, the brave man covered the chattering Ito Mihiko's mouth with a handkerchief, raised his other hand and waved at the camera:

"Good evening Conan and Hattori, we are planning to go out for dinner, do you want to join us?"

"…ha?"