Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The moment the headlights of the car turned off, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and turned off the ceiling light on the back seat.

The engine was turned off, the heater was turned off, and the car suddenly became quiet.

The sound of snowflakes falling on the glass windows and the roof of the carport increased the tension.

Zhu Fu Jingguang and Conan slowed down their breathing and turned to look at Yun Xianhe at the same time.

The latter gestured to them to stay calm, then took out a handful of small round iron balls from his pocket.

Yun Xianhe lowered the car window a little and threw the ball out.

Then he folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest:

"Wait, 10 minutes at the latest."

"10 minutes?"

Conan glanced at his watch and saw that there was still time, so he didn't say anything.

Although he was very curious about what the other party had just thrown out.

But after a simple guess, I think it should be some kind of reconnaissance robot?

Although it sounds very sci-fi, it doesn't seem to be anything special considering the things Brother Xianhe usually takes out.

Zhu Fu Jingguang naturally thought of this as well.

The car was quiet for a while.

The brave man with his eyes closed is now observing the images fed back by all the reconnaissance robots.

A small villa in the woods.

Because of the snow, footprints and other things are very easy to distinguish.

The reconnaissance robot scanned everything within a five-kilometer radius.

After making sure that no one was watching and there were no abnormalities, a small blue dot lit up on his body:

"Beep, detection completed, no suspicious objects or creatures found nearby."

The brave man who received the report turned off the system panel that was invisible to others and reached out to turn on the roof light:

"Let's go. It's safe."

The two did not ask why.

Zhu Fu Jingguang restarted the car and parked it in front of the villa.

Conan looked very excited when he got off the car. He was about to rush inside, but Yun Xianhe grabbed the back of Fate's neck.

Conan was startled when he suddenly flew into the air.

When he turned around and met Yun Xianhe's calm, heterochromatic eyes, he froze for a moment and smiled ingratiatingly:

"Brother Xianhe..."

"What should I do before entering the house to check?"

"...gloves and shoe covers."

"And masks. If that group of people really came here, maybe they could have found some clues inside. You'll destroy the scene if you run in like this. You'll also leave a lot of evidence behind."

"Feel sorry…"

The guilty little detective obediently took the pile of things handed over by Yun Xianhe, changed them skillfully, and hurried to catch up with him.

Just when he figured out where the key to the villa's front door was,

Yun Xianhe, who had already walked to the door, took out a piece of wire from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.

Less than two seconds later, there was a click and the door opened.

Conan: "..."

I always feel that Brother Xianhe's abilities sometimes seem really cruel.

Yun Xianhe put away the wire and looked back at him:

"Don't you want to go in and take a look?"

"coming!"

After getting Yun Xianhe's guarantee that there was no one watching around, the other two felt a little more at ease.

Yun Xianhe, who entered the room first, turned on the light immediately.

Only when the feeling of panic in his heart dissipated did he begin to search the entire house.

Finally, in a drawer of a room with a computer, a CD containing the unfinished program was found.

There was also a check in an envelope.

Yun Xianhe put the CD away, took another look at the amount written on the check, and curled his lips:

"A little less."

"..."

Conan, who was standing by, twitched his lips, glanced at the time on his watch, and raised his hand to open the computer next to him.

“It’s almost time to send an email!”

Whatever you say comes.

A window showing that the email has been delivered popped up at the right time.

Just as Conan moved his mouse and clicked 'Receive',

Yun Xianhe took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and inserted it into the computer port next to him.

The "Please enter password" prompt window that just popped up was surrounded by a large piece of program code before the countdown started.

Conan, who was originally panicking, was stunned when he saw the countdown for the 'password'.

Looking at the robot icon on the computer screen that was counting down to dismantling, he mechanically turned his head to look at Yun Xianhe.

The latter is no surprise:

"Sure enough, that person wanted to escape before, but he didn't want others to track where he ran. He simply let the other party know about it by refusing to receive emails."

Zhu Fujingguang on the side continued the next sentence:

"Based on the personalities of those people, they will definitely come here to look for clues, and they will definitely find the CD and check."

Zhu Fujingguang paused for a moment and said hesitantly:

"He wants to use this method to show the other party that he refuses to cooperate further?"

Yun Xianhe shook his head and sighed:

"How is that possible? Only the dead can keep secrets. No matter what the other party chooses in the end, he will definitely die."

This person is so naive. Does he really think he can be free if he goes back?

This is quite similar to Miyano.

Looking at the 'decoding' displayed on the screen, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, Brother Xianhe is here."

"Don't be too happy too soon, this message cannot be accepted."

"Hey?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a reminder of "reception failed" popped up on the computer screen.

Conan turned his head stiffly and looked at the screen.

I saw a small robot icon flipping out an email icon from the recycle bin.

Yun Xianhe on the side took the mouse from Conan's hand and clicked it.

'Tomorrow at 12:0032 a.m., bring the goods to the coin-operated iron locker No. in the basement of Xianqiao Station.'

Very brief message, no suffix.

But everyone present knew that this was sent by that organization.

The brave man who had been up all night took a look at the message and yawned slightly.

"You see, if we wait until 12 a.m. tomorrow, they will know about Itakura's death."

Seeing this, Conan also understood the reason.

Just as he was about to ask what to do next, the phone on the cabinet on the other side behind him rang.

The urgent ringing of the phone was like a death warrant.

Yun Xianhe took a look, walked over and answered the phone without hesitation.

“H--cough cough! Hello?, cough cough cough!! H--”

The heart-wrenching cough, accompanied by heavy breathing, made people wonder whether this person would die in the next second.

However, the hero who made this sound had a blank expression on his face, and did not look uncomfortable at all.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was about to come forward to show concern, said: "..."

Conan was startled by the other party's action of answering the phone: "..."

The person on the other end of the phone frowned and said in a cold tone:

"Mr. Itakura? What's wrong with you?"

The other party was using a voice changer, so I couldn't tell who it was.

Yun Xianhe narrowed his eyes, adjusted his voice, and paused for a moment before responding:

"Just now, huh-huh... I had a heart attack..."

This also explains why there is no incoming mail.