Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"You mean that person is missing?"

“The patient was supposed to have woken up this morning, but when we went to check on him, he was gone and we couldn’t find him anywhere in the hospital.

We couldn’t contact the child’s family, but the nurse in charge of payment said that the child had been there once, so maybe he went back on his own? "

At this point, the attending physician suddenly remembered something and handed a small envelope to Terai.

"Here, old man, this is what the patient left behind. It should be for you, right?"

Terai took the envelope and slowly opened it after separating from the doctor.

Inside was 50,000 yen and a short note saying thank you.

This money was more than enough to cover the medical expenses previously paid.

Terai had a much better impression of the young man who was accidentally rescued by his master. At least he was a very polite person.

On the other side, Yun Xianhe, who had sneaked back home, was still a little dazed.

The panic caused by being trapped in the dream restricted his brain.

So much so that when he found himself in the hospital, his intelligence level dropped significantly.

After handling everything quickly, he ran away.

He didn't even realize that his high fever had healed so quickly.

After learning from the Heavenly Dao,

Last night, when he was taken to the hospital by Kuroba Kaito, he went to the emergency room.

The system determined that this was an effective treatment method other than medication.

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows:

'So, as long as this medicine doesn't go into the stomach, I can absorb it?'

[That's not the case. After all, the metabolism of drugs is very important.]

"So, only in the limited setting of the hospital, other treatment methods besides taking medicine, such as injections, are effective for me?"

[The setting is that the effect is 80% for surgery and 50% for basic treatments such as injections.]

That's okay, it's better than nothing, otherwise he would be afraid that he would be sent for dissection one day.

[However, Mr. Yun, part of the reason you recovered so quickly this time was due to the system's forced repair.]

'Um. ’

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea that Tiandao had just made an emergency patch, rubbed his head.

Always maintain the physical fitness level of 2. Having lived in this world for so many days, he knows this very well.

Xiao Tiandao told Yun Xianhe that if he wanted to recover quickly, he had to go to the hospital.

I don't know if this setting is intentional.

It's so funny that Yun Xianhe said he would rather die at home with this sick body than go.

If you don't go back to the fountain when your health is low, it's just playing around.

Tiandao watched Yun Xianhe rest obediently for a day, then walked into the study and took out the painting materials he had bought before.

Bright colors jump out onto the canvas, and the overall picture is so vivid that it seems to come alive in the next moment.

Yun Xianhe finished the painting all night long. After framing it, he stared at it for the whole afternoon, then stuffed it into an empty room and locked it up.

Drink poison to quench thirst.

The moment he closed the door, Yun Xianhe told himself in his heart:

It’s okay, when he returns he will enter a restarted world and he will never let that happen again.

·

The next day, Yun Xianhe, who was invited to board the bus, looked at Conan who was happily chatting with a group of people in the back row, and felt emotional.

Thanks to the little detective for remembering to take him out to play.

Although his physical condition had been confirmed beforehand.

"Which one does Xianhe like?"

"Hmm? They're all good, but which one do I like specifically? Selfishly, I prefer my friend's book."

"Hey? Do Xianhe's friends also write novels?"

"He used to write, then..."

Yun Xianhe realized that his mental state seemed to be a little bit off, so he smiled and touched Conan's forehead, and changed the subject:

"So you like Sherlock Holmes so much?"

"Ok!"

"No wonder your name is Conan."

"Hey?! Your name is Conan, kid!"

The people in the back row looked very surprised, and you could tell at a glance that they were Sherlock Holmes enthusiasts.

Kogoro Mouri, who was participating as a guardian, complained to Xiaolan speechlessly about why he wanted to join this tour group.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Conan reported it himself."

"Which one do you like, sir?"

When asked, Kogoro Mouri smiled awkwardly and said "Western train", which resulted in everyone's speechless looks.

Kogoro, who was framed, was obviously a little angry and hit Conan's head mercilessly.

"It's all your fault for signing up for this tour!"

Yun Xianhe rubbed Conan's face with amusement.

Tour group...

He remembered that they had been there together before, although it was like a survival game.

Thoughts are constantly diverging,

It was not until he arrived at the villa and saw Hattori Heiji that Yun Xianhe seemed to come back to his senses from his trance.

He looked at Conan, then at Kogoro Mori, and finally at Hattori Heiji.

According to the working principle of the gathering of the Sons of Luck...

Well, there is a high probability that someone will die tonight, and maybe more than one person.

But, what outrageous reason will it be this time?

It can't be that I wanted to copy the techniques in the book or something.

It is not impossible.

"Now, the lady is handing you the 'Sherlock Holmes Quiz of 1,000 Questions'."

"A thousand questions?!"

Yun Xianhe reached out blankly to take the questionnaire that was as thick as a brick and flipped through it twice.

"The deadline is tomorrow night. And only those with a total score of 990 or above can participate in the reasoning quiz after the dinner."

It's OK, there's still plenty of time.

Wait, why would he want to attend?

"In the interest of fairness, I would like to ask everyone to hand over their mobile phones and relevant reference books to the lady for safekeeping immediately."

Just put your phone in the tray.

Yun Xianhe listened to the innkeeper's words, looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner, and casually scanned the room.

Hmm... I guess there's no monitoring device? I guess the camera isn't on either?

"Hey! Xianhe-kun, we meet again!"

Hattori Heiji walked over and greeted Yun Xianhe. The brave man was a beat slow and blinked before responding.

Looking at Yun Xianhe, who was obviously in a bad state, Hattori Heiji touched his chin:

"what happened to you?"

"I had a high fever the past two days and I'm still a little unresponsive."

Raising his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose, Yun Xianhe now just wanted to force himself to lose his memory.

"Really? You are such a fool. If you feel uncomfortable, just stay at home."

"This is normal, don't worry, I just need to rest for a while."

After taking a quick glance at the bars behind the body status bar that indeed showed "Descending", Yun Xianhe spoke with confidence.

Since Xiao Tiandao said that the injection is useful, he will try to see if he can fix the bug next time.

This thing should also work outside the hospital, right?

Otherwise, if the ambulance is sent out to rescue on the spot, wouldn’t all the efforts be in vain?

"By the way, have you seen Kudo recently? Have you told him about me?"

"?"

Yun Xianhe glanced at the excited Hattori Heiji, then looked at Conan who had already started thinking about a thousand questions, and nodded.

"I didn't see him, but I told him about you."

"Oh! How was it? What was the other party's reaction?"

"Very excited, he said that he would definitely have a great duel with you if he had the chance."

Hattori Heiji was very excited when he heard this.

Yun Xianhe felt as if he could see the raging fighting spirit burning behind the other party!

"Okay! I will definitely do my best then!"

"Ah, cut! Ah, cut!"

Conan over there suddenly sneezed several times and looked around subconsciously.

It was strange, why did he always feel like someone was talking about him?

Yun, who likes to watch the fun, smiled and rubbed Conan's head with his hand:

"Keep up the good work, little detective."

"?good."

Conan, who had no idea that he was being promised a detective duel, thought Yun Xianhe was talking to him about the test.

Thinking of that book and seeing Yun Xianhe again, Conan's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Brother Xianhe, can you come and participate as well?"

Yun Xianhe looked down at him and instantly understood Conan's plan.

But when I think of the three 'Death Gods' gathered here today...

After taking a quick look at the items in the system mall and flipping through them carefully, Yun Xianhe successfully found the Sherlock Holmes collector's edition in the book store area.

It's OK, not too expensive.

"Okay."

I feel like I can give these books to the little detective on his birthday.

It should be very happy, right?