Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

After saying these harsh words, the man silently pulled his aching hands back into the blanket and covered them under the hot water bottle.

The ghost felt a little aggrieved for a moment as he felt pain all over his body.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt so much pain from the cold.

The thin young man, about 1.9 meters tall, huddled up in a ball, looking aggrieved.

The slightly curly black-blue hair that reached her shoulders piled under her cheeks and felt a little itchy.

The ghost stretched out his hands uncomfortably and pushed them aside.

When they scattered again, he reluctantly dug out a piece of cloth from his storage ring and tied it up with clumsy skills.

The magician with a messy bun on the back of his head sighed helplessly:

"When can I get together with Yunyun..."

Yun Xianhe usually tied his hair.

Items such as headbands and hair ties are also kept by the other party.

If Yunyun were here, she would definitely tie his hair for him;

She would wrap him up in a super thick, super warm, super soft blanket;

I would apply medicine for him, prepare hot tea, and chat with him to distract him...

…If Yunyun were here, he wouldn’t have felt any pain at all.

The lonely man, who had not been separated from his younger brother for a long time, felt out of place everywhere.

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, so I just got up and went into the tent in anger.

No, I can’t think about it any more.

He was afraid that he would not be able to resist taking out his baton and directly fight this secret realm to the death.

If she got hurt, Yunyun would definitely be sad.

As an older brother, I cannot let my younger brother worry.

The ghost quickly comforted himself, adjusted the angle of the heating equipment in the tent, and swiftly got into the constant temperature sleeping bag.

Just take a nap, and you'll be fine.

After waking up, there are only four days left before I can see Yunyun!

The man who hid his head in the quilt muttered:

"Cotton is right. When you are undecided, go to sleep."

At worst he can sleep for four days!

Unfortunately, this idea was soon forced to come to nothing.

The next morning, it rained heavily!

The ghost, awakened by the sound of rain, was still a little confused when he first opened his eyes.

The bandage wrapped around his face loosened slightly after a whole night, revealing his fruit green eyes, which first blinked dully twice before becoming fully awake.

There was a sudden downpour outside the tent, and it seemed like it would continue.

The damp smell of rain enveloped the tent and was steamed by the heater, making the whole tent like a huge steamer.

The ghost who was abruptly awakened sighed.

He reached out and fumbled to turn off the heater before sitting up.

The gauze hung loosely half on his face.

The scattered hair temporarily replaced the gauze, covering the scar on the upper half of the owner's face.

The ghost stretched lazily, listened to the clicking sound of his joints, yawned deeply, and muttered:

"Winter rain? The weather is really weird. Is it that the rain spirits and snow spirits are fighting? Huh?"

The hand that opened the tent paused for a moment, and the emerald green color that came into view made the ghost confused for a moment.

The continuous rain fell on the sky, making crackling sounds.

The fresh air made the magician's mind clearer.

After making sure he was not dreaming, he exclaimed expressionlessly:

"This secret place is quite interesting."

But there are too many impurities in this rain water. If you touch it, you will definitely get sick, right?

People who usually love getting caught in the rain seemed a little disgusted.

After washing, the magician changed into dry and comfortable summer clothes and wrapped the gauze on his face again.

After that, he took out a long raincoat from his storage ring and put it on.

I don’t know what to do today and I plan to continue strolling the streets.

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What would you do if someone was kidnapped in front of you?

A. As timid as a mouse, he turned and ran away.

B. Be brave and do what is right, rush up and fight with the other party.

C. Be brave and resourceful, and try to seek help from the outside world while dealing with the other party.

Our magician chooses to watch a show.

The blind stick made a crisp tapping sound when it hit the ground.

The ghost walked past the door of the house where the kidnapping was happening without looking around, as if he couldn't see it.

Hattori Heiji held on to the edge of the door frame with one hand.

The man standing behind him covered his mouth with one hand and held a gun to the back of his head with the other.

The other party looked at the people passing by their door warily, and said to Hattori in a low voice:

"You don't want to involve unrelated passers-by, do you?"

Behind the entrance door,

The other man covered He Ye's mouth and looked at the young man with some fear, who seemed to be just passing by the manor.

"Doesn't that person need to be taken care of?"

The plump Ito Misari standing next to him had a gloomy face and half-squinted eyes behind her glasses:

"It's just a blind man. Don't make any more trouble. Take them both upstairs."

"Well!"

"be honest!"

The man next to him scolded.

The people on the street stopped and turned towards the direction of the sound as if in confusion.

Inexplicably, he felt that the other party was shocked when they saw the three people who kidnapped him, and he subconsciously held his breath.

The ghost who witnessed Hattori Heiji being restrained by someone gained an understanding of the common abilities of the humans in this secret realm.

It seems that the people here are not the type who have practiced martial arts since childhood.

Turn around and hold his legs! If that doesn't work, step on his feet.

There’s not much difference in their body shapes, so can’t he be knocked down with just one punch?

Is that... a gun?

People in ancient times really liked to use these things...

Items made of those materials will reduce your affinity with nature.

The magician, who rarely does things himself on weekdays, is still analyzing.

If you were caught, there are so many ways to escape.

Hattori looked at the thin man who was standing in the rain and seemed to be in a daze.

He did not expect the other party to have the ability to save them directly.

I just hope that the other party can notice something unusual in this area and call the police.

Seemingly aware of Hattori's intention,

The man next to him punched him hard in the abdomen and threatened in a low voice:

"be honest!"

The severe pain made Hattori unsteady and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Misari Ito on the side waved at the man and asked him to drag Hattori upstairs.

Then, he looked at the young man outside who seemed to be trying to identify the source of the sound, and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone:

"I'll deal with him."

The ghost watched someone walking towards him and blinked his eyes behind the gauze, but still stood there pretending not to see.

But when he heard the obvious footsteps of the other party approaching, he still pretended to be subconsciously alert.

The young man raised a slightly polite and courteous smile and said in the direction of the voice:

"can I help you?"

Ito Misari didn't reply, but aimed her gun at his forehead:

"Sir, do you need any help?"

The sound of the safety pin being pulled open was drowned out by the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella.

The black muzzle of the gun and the kindness in the other party's tone were incompatible and more disgusting than the chaotic smell of rain.

The ghost didn't care at all about the threat from the ancient objects.

He seemed to have just identified Ito's location.

He slightly adjusted the direction in which he was looking and chuckled:

"No need. Did you hear any strange noises just now?"