Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Hattori Heiji covered his head and gasped in pain.

Hearing Yun Xianhe's words, he grinned with a twisted smile:

"I want to ask you something, hiss - Xianhe, you are so cruel."

Strictly speaking, this was the first time he was truly beaten by Yun Xianhe.

Conan next to him is better.

Probably because he was often beaten by Uncle Maori, his ability to withstand blows is relatively high.

The grinning little detective looked up and saw that the other person's face was pale and his breathing was obviously abnormal.

My heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that they scared Brother Xianhe? And caused him to have a heart attack?!

Before he could say anything, he saw the other person rub his forehead with his hand.

“……” From the looks of it, there shouldn’t be any problem.

Yun Xianhe took two deep breaths to calm his heartbeat.

Looking at Osaka Chocolate, who was sitting on the deck and hadn't realized why he was angry, he reached out and pinched the other person's face:

"I think you two are planning to murder me so you can inherit my estate."

"It hurts!"

The brave man, who had not used much strength at all, finally let go of his hand as he looked at Hattori Heiji's exaggerated performance.

"Hmph! Tell me, what's the matter?"

Hattori Banyue covered his face and looked at Yun Xianhe, and argued in a low voice:

"How can I inherit your estate..."

"Ok?"

"Ahem! Is there something wrong with the game values ​​you designed?"

When talking about this, Hattori straightened his back.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Yun Xianhe who was sitting on the recliner, and solemnly complained about the scoring mechanism of the crime-solving game.

I can't figure out Osaka Chocolate.

Based on his and Kudo's ability to solve cases, how could it be possible that the score they got was just a little bit more than passing?

Yun Xianhe understood what he said and gave him a meaningful look:

"I guess you two didn't make it past the tutorial."

Upon hearing this, both of their expressions froze.

Hattori simply turned his head away.

Conan laughed dryly and asked with empty eyes:

"Isn't it just solving a case? Do you still need a tutorial?"

"Then tell me what is the first thing you should do when you find a crime scene?"

"Protect the scene from being destroyed, ..."

The young detective stopped talking in the middle of his story and turned to look at Hattori Heiji.

Yun Xianhe looked at the two people staring at each other with interest, their expressions changing from time to time, and said in a teasing tone:

"Oh - protect the scene -"

Hattori, who had just entered the game and was touching the items on the scene out of curiosity, was speechless.

After a while, he said unconvincedly:

“In the second game, we also wore gloves and shoe covers.”

"Hmm, what next?"

"And then? Then we'll investigate the case."

"What about calling the police?"

Hattori choked as if he had been shot in the heart again.

He looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes, seemingly puzzled:

"Your game... is a replica of reality in all proportions?"

"Of course, any questions?"

If you say there is no problem, it seems like there is something wrong.

It's just a game, why take it so seriously?

But that game was invented by the brave man long ago in a world of cops and robbers.

The purpose is to make people understand that they should treat cases rigorously and cautiously.

Even if you don't offer help, you can't cause trouble to others.

"If you think calling the police is too troublesome, you can choose to be a police officer at the beginning of your game identity."

Thinking about it, Yun Xianhe looked at the two people and smiled again, speculating:

"I guess you two solved the case directly without following the usual procedures, right?"

The two people who were hit by the words kept silent.

At first, I was so excited just thinking about solving the case in the game that I didn’t care too much about these things.

Obviously, I can still do it in the real world on weekdays.

Looking at the two people who were silent, Yun Xianhe sighed and said casually:

"It looks like you won't get any prizes."

"prize?"

Conan looked up at Yun Xianhe, a little curious.

The hero smiled mysteriously and shook his finger at the other party:

"The secret cannot be revealed. Only those who have cleared the game with a score of 90 or above can choose an item from the mysterious prize pool and take it away."

"What's in the prize pool?"

When they heard there were prizes, they became more interested in the game.

Yun Xianhe said in an unfathomable way:

“Everything.”

Hattori and Conan didn't quite believe what he said.

But after listening to Yun Xianhe's explanation, I barely understood why they got such a low score.

The two men climbed up from the deck and rushed into the game room again with high morale.

The brave man, who was now free again, lay down again.

Look beyond the parasol above your head and towards the blue sky in the distance.

There are thin clouds hanging on the curtain, blocking the brightness of the scorching sun from time to time.

The sea breeze gently blows across the messy hair on the forehead, taking away the heat of midsummer. The slightly cool and comfortable feeling makes people drowsy.

[“It’s a great day for traveling—”]

When he was half asleep and half awake, someone seemed to say these words lazily in the brave man's ear.

The boy's pale lips curled up in a gentle arc and responded in a low voice:

"Yes."

·

"He slept all day?"

After a whole day of fun on the cruise ship, everyone gathered in the open-air restaurant on the second-floor terrace.

Hattori Heiji, who was sitting next to the guardrail, looked at Yun Xianhe who was still sitting on the deck chair and said uncertainly:

"Is this normal? Have any of you been to see it?"

"The waiter next to him said that Xianhe finally relaxed, so he slept a little longer."

In the afternoon, Zhu Fu Jingguang went there specially to take a look.

However, before he could get too close, he was stopped by the waiter who was guarding Yun Xianhe.

The other person lowered his voice and said that the other person had finally had a good night's sleep, so it would be better not to disturb him.

Hearing this, the others stopped disturbing each other.

People who are always tense tend to sleep for a long time after relaxing.

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought about Yun Xianhe's daily routine at home.

He originally thought that Yun Xianhe was the kind of person who would stay in bed and sleep late.

After all, the other party doesn’t get up early every day.

Until he accidentally saw the other person playing games late at night once and reading a book late at night again.

From then on, he specially calculated Yun Xianhe's actual rest time.

Six hours, wake up at the appointed time, every day.

I don’t know how the other party developed this habit.

Others don't know what Zhu Fu Jingguang is thinking.

Kogoro Mori, who had been led to the bar by the waiter as soon as he got on board, finally sobered up a little thanks to the combined effects of the hangover medicine and the sea breeze that had been blowing for half a day.

He glanced downstairs, then at the orchestra in the distance:

"Those people are still playing? Aren't they tired?"

After he reminded him, Conan looked at the time on his watch.

Six o'clock in the evening.

They set sail around 8 a.m. and the band started playing around 10 o'clock.

Are these people made of iron?!

It must have been at least 8 hours from this morning till now, right?

I have been playing like this until now without making a single mistake.

I don’t know where Brother Xianhe found the band.