Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The last time I saw a couple committing suicide for love seemed to be hundreds of years ago.

Ah, speaking of which,

It seemed like it had been a long time since he had been in this kind of world where he had to get along well with many people to complete his mission.

The last world where I gathered so many friends seemed to be ranked outside the bottom ten.

Plus, because I knew I was about to achieve my goal and go back,

I was only thinking about completing the task, so I couldn't concentrate.

Yun Xianhe thought of those who gathered around him at the beginning.

But those who left because he himself did not do much to maintain that friendship.

Although he was a little vague about his feelings at that time due to the influence of the system, at least they had worked together.

I can only wish those people the best.

"What are you thinking about?"

“Making a wish on a shooting star.”

Conan came over and looked at the starry sky with a confused expression.

Was there a shooting star in the sky just now?

The night breeze brings a faint aroma of wine.

Conan sniffed his nose and finally fixed his eyes on the "orange juice" in Yun Xianhe's hand.

He looked at Yun Xianhe, who was obviously in a daze, with his crescent eyes and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Xianhe, you are not drunk, are you? And you are not even an adult yet, how can you drink secretly?"

Yun Xianhe smiled upon hearing this, and rubbed Conan's head with his free hand:

"I think so. Don't worry, this thing doesn't have much power."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"

Conan was actually a little curious.

But Yun Xianhe didn't give him the wine after all.

After all, the other party is very young at the moment, and he might fall down in one bite.

Conan was not surprised when he realized that the other party was just talking.

He spoke to the other person only to break the ethereal feeling of being out of this world that he was carrying.

The hero with a touch of fireworks looks more real.

Being interrupted by Conan, Yun Xianhe pulled his thoughts out of the pile of memories and asked:

"How did your competition with Hattori go today?"

"draw."

"Hey, I can hear you two talking."

Hattori, who was sitting next to Conan, saw the two people talking as if they were alone and moved a little closer.

There was a large piece of steak stuck on the silver fork in his hand.

Hattori Heiji stuffed the meat into his mouth, chewed it twice angrily, and swallowed it, saying with a little dissatisfaction:

"It's not a draw!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe became interested and glanced at Conan.

The latter's mouth twitched, and he ignored the excited Osaka Chocolate, took a sip of juice, and calmly stated the facts:

"Before dinner, we played the last game. It was a serial dismemberment case with very complicated clues. We still hadn't come to a conclusion until the system prompted us that the dinner was about to start, so we had to save the game and log off."

Hearing this, Hattori snorted and laughed in an unfathomable way:

"In fact, I already have the crucial evidence. We will go back and continue after dinner!"

"Ha ha……"

Spare him.

Conan felt like his brain was about to explode from all that huge amount of information.

Because the speed of time flow in the game is different from that in the outside world.

In the eight hours of this afternoon, they visited a total of 8 crime scenes in the game.

At the beginning, the four of them didn’t understand the scoring rules, so they logged off and came out to look for Yun Xianhe once.

After figuring out the situation, Hattori started the so-called competition mode.

The same case scene, each team operates independently, and is scored based on their on-site performance and the speed with which they solve the case.

Even in the playground they have time to rest.

But he is not made of iron, as he has to think about eight major cases continuously.

Looking at Conan who seemed to have lost all hope in life, Yun Xianhe smiled unceremoniously.

He even raised his glass to Hattori to encourage him:

"Come on Hattori, I'm rooting for you."

"Xianhe, you have good taste!"

The two men raised their hands and clinked their glasses in the air above Conan's head.

The little detective, feeling as if he was being ignored, looked at the two people who were talking and laughing with half-moon eyes, and said in a gloomy tone:

"If we really want to talk about challenge, it should be compared with you, Brother Xianhe, right?"

The great devil who reveals the truth at a glance.

The smile on Osaka Chocolate's lips froze.

He chuckled twice, pretending not to understand Conan's words, and continued to "fight" with the steak in front of him.

Yun Xianhe looked at Conan, who seemed to be trying to divert the blame or make Hattori feel tortured, and said shamelessly:

"I'm not a detective."

"Ha, ha, ha, I see, I see, you are a novelist. By the way, my dad wrote to ask when you will publish the next novel."

"Ha ha!"

The brave man who was urged to update was fearless and leaned back in his chair and said:

"Okay, you ask Mr. Kudo Yusaku to write the next part of Dark Night Baron, and I'll write it if he does."

The guy who has been delaying the update for years hasn't made any move yet, so why should he be in such a hurry?

There are so many novelists in the world who delay their updates, so what’s wrong with adding one more?

An expected answer.

Conan said as he cut the steak:

"That's what I told him, but he evaded it with some vague answer."

"You're so cunning, Mr. Yusaku. You have to make an equal exchange."

Yun Xianhe muttered.

I don’t know if it’s because he urged me to update too much before, but Kudo Yusaku ignored his text messages most of the time.

Yun Xianhe simply didn't send it to the other party and directly sent all the interesting things to Ms. Yukiko.

The other party was obviously very satisfied with Conan's photo album, and even offered to help him urge Yousaku.

Look, what a nice person.

Kudo Yusaku was miserable because he was urged to update more by both his wife and son, so he thought of urging Yun Xianhe to update more.

Anyway, just don't let it go.

Everyone enjoyed the dinner very much.

After dinner, someone suggested going singing, and everyone agreed.

Only Conan looked as if he was hesitant to speak.

The show starts with the kids.

The three little ones sang very cheerful nursery rhymes and received unanimous praise from everyone.

Then Conan came on stage.

The brave man was fortunate enough to witness the little detective transform into (crossed out) and have the opportunity to show off his singing voice.

The beautiful sound of nature made Yun Xianhe understand a truth:

When God opens windows for some people, he may block both the front and back doors.

Probably because Conan is a 'child'.

Everyone present smiled kindly and praised him for his courage.

Hattori laughed so hard that he felt nauseous.

I'm still lying on the sofa, holding my stomach and haven't recovered yet.

Looking at Conan who confidently put down the microphone and walked over, the hero praised him against his conscience:

"Very good, destructive, no, humorous tone, very malleable. I feel that you have a lot of room for improvement, Conan."

"...Brother Xianhe, did you just say destruction?"

It's so funny, how could a hero admit it?

Simply turned his head to the side and cared about Hattori:

"Hold on, Chocolate, it will pass if you bear with it!"

"Hahahaha, Xianhe, you, haha, you know how to praise people! Destruction, poof, hahahaha!"

Too much joy leads to sorrow, I laughed so hard that I choked.