Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Sorry, let me take a look...it's a little red, let me apply some medicine first."

In the room at the corner of the corridor.

Yun Xianhe put Conan down and put the flowers in his arms aside.

Then he squatted down, gently pulled the other person's hand and took a closer look.

After making sure that he had not broken any bones,

He took out a spray packaged in a transparent crystal from the system space and sprayed it twice on the back of Conan's hand.

The slightly cool touch made Conan shiver all over.

The next second, he felt the back of his hand, which had been burning, gradually cool down, and the pain dissipated by nearly 90%.

"Amazing!"

The young detective looked at his hand with curiosity and praised it.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be fine, Yun Xianhe chuckled.

He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then placed it on the top of the other person's head:

"sorry."

“…I think I’d be happier if you, Xianhe, didn’t touch my head.”

"Pfft, hay hay - that's all the fun I have, please give me some."

The little detective curled his lips and said with some disdain:

"Ok."

Seeing that Conan was still in the mood to joke with him, Yun Xianhe, who had been worried about accidentally hurting his friend, relaxed a little.

My legs are a little tired from squatting all the time.

He simply sat down cross-legged in front of Conan.

With bony fingers, he gently pinched off the petals that were stuck to the other person's body and turned it over to take a look.

Yes, it's perfumed rose.

Seeing Yun Xianhe didn't say anything, Conan hesitated for a while, but still asked:

"Brother Xianhe, were you unhappy just now?"

"Huh? No, I'm glad you guys are celebrating."

If it was before he experienced the end of the world, he would definitely be very happy.

Conan's intuition told him that the other party was not lying.

But the other party's subconscious actions of panic and vigilance just now were also real.

But Yun Xianhe didn't want to say it, and didn't seem to want to talk about it.

Thinking of this, Conan sighed slightly.

The human heart is truly the most complicated case in the world.

I used to think that I couldn’t understand Xiaolan’s thoughts, but now it seems that he can’t even understand his friends’ thoughts.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting on the ground, had no idea what Conan was thinking.

He casually put the petal into a book he had taken out from somewhere, then reached out and gently pulled the other person's hand to take a look:

"Not bad, the medicine is working well. Does it still hurt?"

Conan tried to move his hands, and the numbness and stiffness that had originally been there had disappeared.

Noticing the concern in the other person's eyes, he shook his head repeatedly:

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Brother Xianhe, didn't you just say you were hungry? Let's go back and eat."

"Okay, um—you go back first?"

"how about you?"

The person being asked laughed dryly twice.

"I feel like... I think I scared them just now. I wanted to do something to cheer them up."

"Absolutely not!"

Conan subconsciously refuted Yun Xianhe's previous statement.

The latter did not answer, but just looked at him with a smile.

The little detective who was defeated first sighed:

"Well, although I was indeed frightened by you, but..."

"Alright, alright, don't worry about me. I'm a hero, and I can sort myself out quickly."

"Then don't do anything dangerous..."

"Pfft,"

Yun Xianhe couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this reminder.

He looked at Conan with a bit of a smile:

"I want to make you happy, not to make you worry, okay?"

"Humph!"

Conan said nothing, but he was still obviously worried.

After all, this is not the first or second time that the other party has done shocking things.

After Yun Xianhe's repeated assurances, Conan left, looking back every few steps.

The empty room fell silent again.

Under the dim light, the brave man who had just stood up straight to see the other person out, gradually hunched over.

He hugged his arms, slowly squatted down, and buried his cheek in his knees.

The sound of people talking and footsteps could be heard faintly from outside the window.

It's so fragmented, like the murmurs in a dream.

"Ugh……"

Click. Bang.

The door opened and closed.

Only a long sigh echoed in the room.

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"Conan-kun, where's Xianhe-kun?"

"Brother Xianhe went to the bathroom."

Seeing Conan coming back alone, Xiaolan, who was sitting at the corner of the dining table, tilted her head to look at him:

"Is your hand okay?"

"It's totally fine. Sister Xiaolan, you're overly concerned. It just sounded scary. In fact, Brother Xianhe didn't use much strength at all."

"That's it."

Xiaolan didn't think much about it.

After all, she and the others were on the third floor just now, and they could only see Yun Xianhe knocking down the flowers, but did not see what happened to Conan's hand.

Hattori Hangetsu looked at Conan who put his hands in his pockets and walked coolly to his side.

"Is it really okay?"

"real."

The table was full of food, but no one touched it. It was obvious that they were waiting for someone.

The celebration plan failed, and several members of the police academy group felt frustrated.

They couldn't understand Yun Xianhe's emotional changes.

Normally, shouldn't you be happy when someone celebrates your anniversary?

The only person who knows the answer refuses to communicate.

Everyone was stuck in a dead end.

Morofushi Keimitsu, who was sitting in the front seat, noticed that Conan had returned.

After hearing the other party's words, he subconsciously wanted to go and see Yun Xianhe, but in the end he did not get up.

He was hesitating.

The other party must be in a very confused mood right now, right? Would he want to see him?

There was a sound of orderly footsteps coming from the deck entrance.

Kogoro Mouri, who had a delicious meal in front of him but couldn't eat it, accidentally looked over and saw a robot musician holding a cello.

"Huh? Why, is there a band tonight?"

His words caused everyone who were lost in thought to look up.

The orchestra found their seats in an orderly manner in the open space to one side of the dining table.

The leading conductor robot nodded slightly to everyone and said loudly:

"Welcome everyone to tonight's dinner. Next, please enjoy "Sui Sui Chang An"."

Although they didn't understand what was going on, everyone still applauded out of respect.

Seeing this, the conductor robot nodded again, then turned around, knocked on the music stand with his baton, and then raised his hand suddenly.

A soul-stirring prelude sounded.

Everyone felt as if they had instantly become witnesses of the beginning of chaos.

In the sound of key changes, we witnessed a world created from nothing, then going through hardships and finally achieving peace.

The tip of the baton is raised high,

Amid the progressive sounds of trumpets, fireworks with long tail notes rose into the sky and finally bloomed amid the soaring sounds of the piano.

Everyone subconsciously looked up.

Then, at a glance, I saw a young man in strange clothes standing on the edge of the third-floor deck.

The wind lifted up the other person's white hair and the cloak with strange totems printed on it behind him.

Those heterochromatic eyes sparkled against the lights and fireworks.

Yun Xianhe, dressed as a brave man, put one hand on his waist and held a white loudspeaker in the other.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he smiled brightly and raised the trumpet to his lips:

"In the name of the brave, I hereby announce that the "Happy New Year" dinner has officially begun!"

The sound from the loudspeaker was a little distorted, but it couldn't conceal the joy in the other person's tone at all.

The band changed the tune to a lively dance piece.

The New Year’s Day party officially begins!