Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Conan watched the two of them discussing things as if they were about to send him to the infirmary in the next second.

He tried to hold back...but couldn't!

"Idle Crane!"

"Hai Hai Yi - I know, I know. Next time I'm scared, I'll definitely tell you, okay?"

He even omitted the word "brother", so he must have looked quite angry.

Yun Xianhe surrendered, and with a helpless yet doting tone he continued in line with the other party's meaning.

A response that was thought-through but not heartfelt is very much in line with the hero's usual style.

Conan said nothing, just stared at him.

Yun Xianhe looked at him with a guilty conscience and reached out his hand to cover the other person's bright blue eyes:

"Don't look at me like that..."

The pure soul is so dazzling.

Seeing him like this, Conan sighed:

"Brother Xianhe, are you afraid of anything?"

"Yes, for example, I am more afraid of seeing you die."

In that case he would also need to die so that he could restart time and save others.

"……what?"

Hearing the other party say this,

Conan remembered the prank his parents played on Yun Xianhe that made him change his face and almost faint.

Apparently, Yun Xianhe also remembered it.

He looked at the little detective who was looking at him again, and spread his hands in distress:

"For me, compared to being captured, I think it's better to die. It's all over, and I can also make the other person angry."

Moreover, the current world line will be restarted after his death, so he is not really dead.

The idea at that time was probably to think,

If you continue to follow that path, your peaceful life will become complicated.

Wouldn't it be better to just restart and avoid that happening?

Although this may be due to the erosion of world consciousness and the burning of the brain by the cold, resulting in slow thinking.

I hate this limited world.

When you encounter something specific,

They will be forced to be timid and unable to see the truth.

But it was fortunate that he didn't do it at the beginning.

Otherwise, the Kudo couple would have received the fracture package that day.

...If it gets serious, the grass on his grave might even be taller than Conan.

Then he will also get a new punishment package.

Thinking about it this way,

The fact that his thinking is restricted can be regarded as an alternative protection given by Heaven to those who are lucky in this world.

The brave man, whose thoughts were gradually straying, did not notice the slightly worried look in the little detective's eyes.

After coming to his senses, he rubbed his somewhat empty stomach.

Start guessing what will be for dinner tonight.

"Same for us."

It was a very quiet sentence, and if Yun Xianhe hadn’t had sharp ears and eyes, he would have almost missed it.

"Ok?"

But obviously, even though I heard it clearly, I didn't understand it.

Conan could tell at a glance that Yun Xianhe's attention was no longer on what happened just now, so he sighed and pulled his wrist:

"Did you hear what I just said? Keep running away from the problem won't solve it."

But his problems cannot be solved in this world.

Yun Xianhe did not say this.

He just took a deep look at the bitter and vengeful little detective, smiled and changed the subject:

"I think, Conan, instead of worrying about my psychological defenses, you should think about the issues related to Xiaolan."

"Huh? Don't change the subject!"

"Oh my - Mr. Date Kou and his wife are getting married soon. What gift should I give them to congratulate them? I don't know when Kudo will confess his love to Xiaolan, so I'm thinking of giving them a big gift."

Yun Xianhe, who was pretending to be stupid, muttered about other people's long-term relationships with their girlfriends, and how the lovers finally got married.

And none of the wood around him was smart.

He had a hard time getting a piece of candy.

"…When solving a case, you have all the answers, but when talking to the girl you like, it's like you have a broken tongue and an itchy brain?"

The brave man who was muttering seemed to want to save the soul of something.

Conan, who was unable to get a word in for a long time, covered his ears in silence.

It’s too difficult, too difficult!

Mr. Midorikawa! This mission is really too difficult!

Who can argue better than Xianhe!

"Brother Xianhe!"

"If you confess to Xiaolan, I will consider notifying you as soon as I get scared or hurt. How about that?"

"...Change it."

He is in a lot of trouble now and can't let Xiaolan worry about him anymore.

Yun Xianhe nodded his chin and thought about the pros and cons:

"Well - that's fine. Since you can't keep a secret, if you confess, it might put the other person in danger. Then, complete all the courses of dream training."

"..."

Conan felt that both of these were 'hell' level missions.

Seeing that he was about to say something, Yun Xianhe directly covered his mouth with his free hand:

"Alright! Now that we've agreed on the terms, it's time to eat! If you're not hungry, then I am. If we don't eat, I'll pass out from hunger."

"Um!"

Don't give Conan a chance to struggle.

Yun Xianhe simply picked up the other person in his arms like a doll, turned around and walked towards the kitchen of the cruise ship.

"I wonder what's good to eat today - the mushroom soup is good. By the way, didn't you say you developed a new dish before, what's it called... "Angel's Funeral"? "

Si Liuyi, who followed behind, continued:

"Yes sir."

"Hey - I don't know if it tastes good. Let's try it while we can! Conan, you must want to eat it too, right?"

"Huh? Uh-huh!"

Yun Xianhe pretended to listen carefully and replied confidently:

"Yeah, yeah, I get it! You want to have two bowls? Sure thing."

Conan: "??!! Ugh!"

The little detective in my arms kept fluttering.

He could feel that Yun Xianhe didn't have much strength, but he just couldn't break free.

The brave man who had already opened the back kitchen door looked at the group of chef robots working enthusiastically, his eyes slightly lit up, and he said perfunctorily:

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a big portion!"

"!!"

C347, who was arranging the dishes, saw Yun Xianhe coming.

The freshly-cooked dish "Angel's Funeral" was served enthusiastically.

The black plate was sprinkled with fine gold leaf.

A large, winged mass was covered in red soup and surrounded by pure white daisies.

The forms of "angels" vary in legends.

Obviously, our chef chose the K-series one.

Conan took a look and his pupils shrank in fear.

Yun Xianhe, who was holding him, looked at the thing from left to right and commented:

"Sure enough, it looks much better without the eyeballs. Sometimes dishes don't need to be 100% authentic, it's better if they look appetizing."

"My lord is right."

"Um!"

Conan, who was covered, felt that he had something to say.

But Yun Xianhe obviously had no intention of letting him go, and enthusiastically asked C347 to make two more copies.

"??!"

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at the same time.

As early as when they were analyzing what Yun Xianhe was doing in the game, everyone had already persuaded Uncle Maori to leave.

Now there are only five people from the police academy team, Morobushi Takaaki and Hattori on the deck.

They were waiting for Conan to come back and were discussing what they were going to do together.

Just now, they accidentally learned this from a crew member.

Today is an important day for Yun Xianhe.

Therefore, if the other party is hiding in the game cabin, he is probably celebrating in a virtual scene.