Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe, who felt that the pain was not that severe, slowly tried to get up.

The door behind me suddenly opened.

Hattori Heiji seemed a little surprised when he saw Yun Xianhe standing not far away with his body hunched over:

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you were sleepy? Why haven't you gone back to bed yet?"

Conan, who was standing by, seemed to want to speak, but Yun Xianhe quickly picked him up.

"I was chatting with Conan and was about to go back."

"is it?"

Hattori Heiji was skeptical, wondering if it was his illusion, but he felt that Yun Xianhe seemed a lot whiter than before?

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"…You think too much. Good night, Hattori-kun."

Feeling that his trick might fail, Yun Xianhe turned around and left.

Conan, who was held in his arms by force, tried to struggle, but found it was completely useless.

The person who was so fragile and looked like he was about to die just now now has surprisingly great strength.

Conan even took the time to think about what the chances of Xiaolan winning would be if she and Yun Xianhe fought each other.

Yun Xianhe breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the room.

When I lowered my head, my eyes met with the little detective in my arms.

"..."

It was so easy that I forgot to put him down.

"Ahem, sorry Conan, I delayed your rest."

"It's okay, but Brother Xianhe, have you met Hattori before?"

"Well, I asked him for a small favor."

The young detective raised his eyebrows, feeling that things were not simple.

Yun Xianhe, feeling that his ability to fool people was getting worse and worse recently, refused to continue the conversation and prepared to interrupt the chat by lying down to rest.

After taking a few steps forward, Yun, who felt that his hands were empty, recalled the half-finished test paper he had thrown on the table.

Yun Xianhe paused suspiciously and pursed his lips expressionlessly.

The notebook was not brought back.

Looking at the bed which was only one or two meters away from him, Yun Xianhe sighed.

I just want to take a nap, why is it so difficult?

"What's wrong?"

"I left the test I just took in the restaurant."

Conan looked at the man rubbing his brows with his crescent eyes and asked tentatively:

"Has anything happened to you these past few days? It seems like you've been absent-minded today."

"Nothing, I just had a nightmare I don't want to remember."

The young detective opened his mouth, but wisely didn't continue asking.

The two of them walked out of the room one after the other and went to the restaurant.

As a result, I happened to see Hattori Heiji and the hotel owner in the restaurant.

Hattori Heiji was still flipping through the test paper that Yun Xianhe had not finished.

The four of them looked at each other.

Hattori Heiji shook the paper in his hand towards Yun Xianhe, seeming a little surprised:

"I didn't expect that you, Xianhe, are also a fan of Sherlock Holmes."

"It's OK. I've seen it once before and I remember it all."

Conan didn't react at all. The other two looked at the expressionless boy in surprise.

So it's a photographic memory?

Seeing Yun Xianhe reaching out his hand, Hattori Heiji handed the test paper and the notebook back to him.

"Sorry, I just flipped through it subconsciously."

It can be said to be a detective's little flaw, thinking that everything he sees may be a clue or something.

"It's okay. I didn't write anything anyway."

"Oh? Then can Xianhe-kun tell me who the sentence 'I miss you' on the notebook is for? Don't fool me, I have learned a few words about flower language."

Osaka Chocolate gave an expression that said, "I see through it all."

Conan on the side pricked up his ears and laughed teasingly:

"Hey, is that the person Xianhe likes?"

"Youth—"

The atmosphere of the chat seemed to be good, even the hotel owner was quite relaxed and couldn't help but tease Yun Xianhe.

Looking at these three people with gossipy faces, Yun Xianhe did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Ahem, Xianhe-kun, there's nothing to be embarrassed about liking someone."

"That's right. Brother Xianhe seems absent-minded today. Could it be that he is thinking about the other person?"

"Conan..."

Rubbing the little detective's head angrily, Yun Xianhe smiled helplessly at the people who were smiling brightly.

Hattori Heiji, who was standing by, obviously still remembered the hatred of being woken up from a sound sleep, and he was determined to get something out of Yun Xianhe's mouth.

Yun Xianhe, who felt he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a while after being disturbed by this, simply pulled a chair and sat down.

Looking at the three people who were so excited, he raised his eyebrows:

"Want to know?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Yun Xianhe spread out the notebook, and the words "I miss you" occupied the entire white page, making it look empty.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the three words, as if he was recalling something.

After a while, the young man laughed, picked up the pen beside him, and slowly completed the word "you" that was missing a dot, and then added the word "we" at the end.

Yun Xianhe held up the page and showed it to a few people, then stood up and turned off the kitchen light.

The handwriting in fluorescent pen appeared in the darkness, and wrapped around the sentence were the signatures of five people.

"Sun, Ghost Wizard, Cotton, Uncle Stone, Mister...are these the nicknames of these five people?"

"No, there is a sixth one."

Conan pointed to the words 'I miss you', and there was a covered name underneath.

"Brave?"

"Not bad, Conan. Did you sign up for a flower language training class behind my back?"

"Hahahaha...after I met Brother Xianhe, I became interested and learned a little bit."

Apparently the detectives have very good brains.

"Hey, is this brave man above Brother Xianhe?"

Conan remembered that the other party had once said that he was a hero.

"Yes."

Yun Xianhe took out a small lamp from somewhere.

Under the candlelight, the young man lowered his eyebrows and looked gentle, and his slender fingers lightly tapped the name on the notebook:

"These are all my friends, friends for life and death."

"Ah—that's great."

Hattori Heiji sighed.

Conan, who knew Yun Xianhe better, seemed to have thought of something and the smile on his face froze instantly.

He looked up at Yun Xianhe, who, as expected, had that dazed look on his face again.

'I had a nightmare I didn't want to recall.'

The young detective opened his mouth.

Hattori Heiji, who was standing by, didn't notice Conan's abnormality and asked with great interest:

"So these people are the ones you miss, Xianhe Jun?"

"Ah."

"What? I thought I discovered your big secret of secretly liking someone."

"Hahahaha, why are you so disappointed?"

Looking at Hattori Heiji who had obviously lost interest, Yun Xianhe seemed a little amused.

"Xiao Tiandao, does Hattori have a childhood sweetheart?"

[Yes, but Hattori...]

Yun Xianhe remembered the slowness mentioned in the previous system introduction. Could it be that those two people are more difficult to deal with than Conan and Xiaolan?

"If you miss them, go see them. If you can't see them, call them. Could it be that you can't find them? Do you want to find a detective to help you check?"

Hattori Heiji was obviously still a little confused.

It can’t be that Yun Xianhe has broken up with these people, right?

The young man smiled, but it seemed a little reluctant:

"Yeah, I can't find it."

You won't find this group of people in this world.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the overall progress of the task and calculated the countdown to returning home.

But to outsiders it looked like he was staring at his notebook in a daze.

There is nothing wrong with the daily plot, except for this stupid "assisting the other party to destroy the Black Organization"...

He remembered that the reward for the mission from the lady who had a little conscience but not much was a small piece of fragmented information.

Drug company address?

What does this reward mean?

Could it be that all these are painkillers developed by that organization, and God is rewarding me for going on a robbery trip?

…How is that possible.

Yun Xianhe, who wanted to laugh at his own absurd idea, curled the corners of his mouth.

To outsiders, it looked like he remembered something but couldn't laugh.

Yun Xianhe, who had no idea that Conan had already imagined countless stories about his life, was still thinking about the problem of the pharmaceutical factory.

He remembered that Conan became smaller because he took a drug called APTX-4869, right?

So this factory is where the organization makes this medicine?

If he goes in and steals some data, then gives it to someone else, would it be possible for him to develop a drug that can turn Conan back into a human?

Yun Xianhe thought this idea was feasible, so he wrote it down in the system's memo and decided to go and have a look after the trip.

Wait, if someone accidentally finds out...

Could this be the first mission world that he failed in?

Unfortunately, there is no reward for this kind of failed achievements in the achievement list.

Looking at the dazed Yun Xianhe, even if he was slow, Hattori Heiji realized that something was wrong with him.

Conan on the side stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe closed the system panel, blinked, and looked up at Conan:

"What's wrong?"

"No, um, is the person above the friend that Brother Xianhe mentioned before?"

"Yeah, that's right."

The little detective clenched his hands slightly under the table, but still had that obedient smile on his face:

"Brother Xianhe's book, he said it was written for a friend..."

"Uh-huh, that book is written based on my experiences with them."

The journey from meeting and getting to know each other to becoming partners.

"That's it."

The young detective said no more.

Hattori Heiji wanted to say something to break the somewhat sad atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't even know whether he should ask Yun Xianhe what happened to those people.

But judging from the other person's expression, it's likely...

That could be the worst outcome.

"Condolences."

Looking at the innkeeper who said such a thing directly, Yun Xianhe blinked in shock.

Hattori Heiji and Conan on the side wanted to rush over and cover the innkeeper's mouth.

"It's fine."

Just can't see it for the time being.

The young man, who was forcing a smile in the eyes of everyone, slowly closed the notebook and held it preciously in his arms.

Yun Xianhe, who had already added a lot of defensive attributes to this book, stroked the edge of the book.

After a while, he looked up at the innkeeper.

"Would you like to try to find that person with us?"