Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Tsk, killing you? Isn't that too easy for you?"

The hero said lightly.

However, the red eyes hidden under the hair conveyed a different meaning.

The fear of death loomed in his heart, and Rum shouted:

"Gin! What are you waiting for!?"

"Hush—he's asleep."

Rum's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this.

At this moment, the door opened and a young man in a black robe walked in and said respectfully to Yun Xianhe:

"Sir, all the people outside have been dealt with."

"Thank you for your hard work. If you find them staying up late, just knock them down. They are all old people, and staying up late every day is not good for their health."

"Ok."

There was a sound of footsteps.

Rum rolled his eyes with great effort and saw a group of people in black robes entering one after another.

On their shoulders, they carried gin, vodka and Vermouth.

The robot, with no concept of mercy at all, threw the three people to lie in a row against the wall.

By the way, they also confiscated some of their newly purchased equipment and other items.

"Don't worry, they just fell asleep and will wake up soon."

The boy's soft voice attracted Rum's attention.

However, he couldn't help feeling annoyed when he thought that they all failed again this time.

Yun Xianhe didn't care about the struggle of the man in his palm at all. He seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"I remember... Wanwan, do you have a medicine for vegetative patients?"

The person being held down paused in his struggling movements.

Yun Xianhe seemed not to notice anything, and spoke in a very friendly tone:

"Give our dear old man an experience so that he can have a good rest, otherwise he will get more angry and never be able to get up again."

"How dare you! You damn bastard! I'm going to kill, ahem! Kill you!"

Wanwan was very obedient and called the people in black robes who were waiting at the door.

After asking them to help hold down Rum's limbs, he began to search in the small box he carried with him.

Listening to the other party's beast-like roar, Yun Xianhe sighed helplessly.

He seemed to be looking at an ignorant adult:

"Don't be so excited. This medicine won't kill you. It will just make you incapable of movement and make your speech slurred. It won't restrict your eating, drinking or your wild thoughts."

"You, uh!"

"Sh ...

Wanwan on the side had already found the medicine bottle and a new syringe.

The light green medicine was drawn out with the push of the fingertips, filling the entire syringe.

Rum struggled even harder when he caught a glimpse of the thing out of the corner of his eye.

However, Yun Xianhe had completely strangled his throat, so no matter how hard he yelled, he could only make hoarse sounds.

The cold needle tip pierced into my arm with a slight pain.

Rum's whole body trembled violently, and then the robot beside him restrained him even more tightly.

Feeling the coolness gradually flowing into my blood vessels,

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Yun Xianhe who was so close to him, revealing a resentment that he would never rest in peace.

Seeing his expression, the hero pursed his lips and smiled.

Then, under the other party's cannibalistic gaze, he moved a little closer and opened his red lips slightly:

"As you wish. Now you can call me a devil."

The teasing in the light red eyes was clearly seen by Rum.

Rum, who was unilaterally sentenced, wanted to say something, but he felt that his tongue was gradually losing control.

"Oh! Ugh!!"

The drug takes effect quickly.

Feeling the struggle under his palm disappear, Yun Xianhe let go of his hand.

Under Rum's angry eyes, he took the handkerchief handed to him and wiped his hands.

"N-mud... No!... Die!"

The intermittent and inarticulate breath sounds were the last struggle of this winery veteran.

Yun Xianhe waved at Wanwan.

The other party gave Rum another injection, which made him fall asleep immediately.

When Vermouth just woke up from a coma, she saw Rum seemed to have died.

Seeing Yun Xianhe turned around and looked at him.

Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she subconsciously reached out to touch the dagger hidden on her body.

The moment her fingertips touched empty air, Vermouth's face looked a little ugly.

Yes, how could these people leave them the opportunity to possess weapons.

But who is this guy with white hair and red eyes...

Is he of the same status as the man she had met before?

Seeing that Vermouth didn't speak, Yun Xianhe had no intention of taking the initiative to chat with her.

He reached out and took the phone that the robot had just searched out from under Rum's pillow and handed it to him.

After easily breaking the various locks on the phone, he found the number marked with 'BOSS' and sent a video to the other party.

Without caring whether the other party answered the call or not, he threw the phone back onto the bed.

It hit Rum's forehead right away, making a crisp thud.

After doing all this, Yun Xianhe looked at Vermouth again.

He raised his hand, bent a finger and put it against his chin, and said in a distressed tone:

"Your partner's comments about me were somewhat hurtful, and I'm not happy about it. What do you think I should do?"

The Thousand-Faced Witch's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this.

She glanced at Rum, who was lying on the bed and was not sure whether he was alive or dead, and then looked at Yun Xianhe who was standing there.

The other person was wearing a high-end suit, and the gem on the collar was obviously of great value.

Plus, the other black-robed people around him were very respectful to him...

"Are you their boss?"

"That's right, but before asking the question, shouldn't you answer my question first?"

"Ah."

Vermouth gave a short laugh.

She looked at the person in front of her who seemed to have no fighting ability at all, and felt a little apprehensive:

"That was between him and you. I think he got the punishment he deserved."

"Well—so you are not in league with him?"

Don't say this nonsense.

What's more, there are two guys next to them.

Vermouth glanced at Gin and Vodka who were still unconscious on the ground without saying anything.

Since she didn't answer, Yun Xianhe took it as her consent.

The brave man took two slow steps forward, half-crouched about three meters away from the opponent, with his eyes parallel to the opponent's.

The boy, who had no offensive power, smiled brightly and said:

"Now, are you saying I'm a bad person?"

Vermouth was silent, but her eyes told it all.

Is he a bad guy? Isn't that obvious?

Rum, who was given some kind of potion by the other party, is still dead.

The hero, who could tell what the other person was thinking at a glance, narrowed his eyes.

There was a hint of teasing in his light red eyes, and a playful smile.

Then, without waiting for Vermouth to answer.

He stood up on his own, patted the wrinkles on the hem of his shirt, and said with a melancholy tone:

"Sure enough, I am a bad person..."

After he finished speaking, before that madman Gin woke up, Yun Xianhe commanded the robot to pick up the uneaten fruit he brought and strolled away.

Vermouth was still thinking about what the other party had meant just now.

at the same time,

Underground in a deep mountain forest.

The old man who received the message looked at Rum struggling and twitching in the video, and angrily smashed the water cup beside him.