Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"What's the matter with you two?"

When asked, Conan and Hattori looked at the ghost's bandaged eyes at the same time.

Conan tried to hold back, but couldn't help it:

"Hey, big brother, why do you tie your eyes with gauze?"

The little detective's voice was a little pinched.

The clear voice of a child always wins the favor of some people.

Of course, it can also arouse the magician's evil taste.

The teasing fellow raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips and raised his hand to touch the edge of the gauze:

"This is used for sealing."

"Seal?"

Conan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

The ghost looked at the child with small eyes and smiled even more brightly:

"Yes, in a world without magic, a magician's eyes are very scary objects. Anyone who sees my eyes...will be eaten by me."

clatter,

The kitchen knife made a crisp sound when it hit the chopping board.

Conan and Hattori were both frightened.

The two of them turned their heads stiffly at the same time and looked over - a kitchen knife flashing coldly in the setting sun was chopping a large piece of meat.

Conan swallowed and smiled stiffly.

I always feel that the eyes that had phantom pain yesterday are aching again now.

After a brief reaction, Hattori next to him was not as scared as he was at the beginning.

He looked at the ghost who was obviously up to something bad with his crescent eyes and complained:

"You are scaring me again."

The exposed ghost shrugged, propped up the table where he was processing food with one hand, and looked at him with a faint smile:

"Life always needs a little fun like this to relax, doesn't it?"

"..."

So you call this kind of thing 'fun' and 'relaxation'? ?

Conan's mouth twitched when he realized that he had been tricked.

A strong sense of déjà vu, it's very similar to when Brother Xianhe teased him.

"So, what do you two want to talk to me about? If it's some personal question about magicians, I can't tell you."

The ghost's tone was still elegant, but anyone could hear his alienation.

Conan and Hattori looked at each other.

The latter spoke first:

"I haven't thanked you today yet. Thank you for saving me and Kazuha. Let me introduce myself. I'm Hattori Heiji, a high school detective from Kansai, and this is Edogawa Conan."

"You can just call me ghost, and forget about thanking me."

Just stay away from him a little.

The magician didn't show it on his face, but deep down he was curious about these two people and at the same time he was wary of them.

Two strange guys, that little... goblin? Cursed human?

Conan realized that the other party was trying to drive them away, paused, pretending to be a little kid, and exclaimed:

"Wow, this tent looks so luxurious! I've never seen a tent like this before! Did Brother Ghost make it specially for me?"

The ghost looked at the little creature that was moving towards the tent and introduced it casually:

"It is indeed a specially made outdoor tent. My brother gave it to me."

The second half of the sentence has a slight hint of boasting.

Conan quickly looked around the tent and didn't find anything useful.

He asked casually:

"Hey - brother? What kind of person is Ghost Brother's brother?"

“The best person in the world.”

The magician returned without hesitation.

Listening to the other party's confident tone, Conan asserted that this person must be a brother-con.

I just don’t know if the younger brother the other party is talking about is Brother Xianhe.

Probably not?

After all, Brother Xianhe looked weird every time he saw the other party these times, and he seemed to be in a complicated mood.

...Could it be possible that the person in front of me is a human being that Brother Xianhe resurrected using some unknown means? !

The little detective's imagination ran wild, and the method of resurrection that Yun Xianhe had talked about in the car before flashed through his mind.

But it's just a thought, after all, it's a bit too far-fetched.

And Brother Xianhe’s attitude at the time also showed that those were all lies.

Hattori, who was standing by, also looked around the tent and spoke casually:

"You live here?"

The ghost asked back with amusement:

"Isn't it? Being with nature and enjoying the sounds of heaven and earth is very romantic, isn't it?"

The two people's voices brought Conan back to his senses, as his thoughts had wandered to the point of 'Could the other person be a robot?'

He looked up at the ghost, and only then realized that the ghost was very tall.

The little detective threw away those random thoughts and advised:

"But it rained today and the ground is wet. It's obviously not a good time to camp. Ghost brother must be afraid of the cold, right? If so, why do you still want to live in the wild? It's not good for your health."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the ghost looked down at Conan, his expression seemed a little surprised:

"How did you know?"

The little detective who heard this said:

"Because Brother Ghost was wearing thicker clothes than the rest of us. Also, there was a hot water bottle next to his sleeping bag for keeping warm, so I guess Brother Ghost was afraid of the cold, or had some kind of cold-sensitive disease."

"Very clever kid."

The ghost clapped his hands out of respect and nodded in agreement without any hesitation:

"I am indeed a little afraid of the cold. I suffered some injuries to my joints when I was young, so I need to take good care of them."

As the ghost spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed his shoulders.

He seemed to be a little distressed and said:

"In weather like this, if you don't pay attention, you will feel very uncomfortable all over."

"If that's the case, why does Brother Ghost want to camp?"

The little detective asked in the most innocent tone possible, expressing his curiosity.

Seeing the ghost resting his hand on his chin as if thinking, without responding, Conan asked confidently:

"Could it be that Ghost Brother you have no choice but to camp?"

In other words, is it because he has no identification that he is unable to check into a hotel room?

But according to what Hattori said today, the other party should be a person with unpredictable means.

If it's just about finding yourself a place to live, it should be pretty simple.

If worst comes to worst, the other party can ask Brother Xianhe to help arrange a place for them to live.

So, why live in the wild?

The scene was silent for a while.

Hattori, who was standing by, always felt that the strange and unpredictable sense of danger from the person in front of him had deepened a little.

Although 'Yun Xianhe' said that the other party was his friend, he always felt something was strange.

Under the gaze of the two, the magician, who was still thinking, chuckled and seemed to sigh:

"I envy you for not being able to hear or see."

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Seeing that the two of them looked a little confused.

The ghost straightened his cloak, turned around, and first turned the stewing stove to low heat, and then said:

"Do you believe in animism?"

"…ha?"

"Things that have been opened to the world cannot be used as materials for building."

Conan admitted that he didn't understand for a moment.

The ghost did not reply to him, but turned to look at Hattori:

"It's in the house we went to today."

"what?"

"A piece of wood that has grown to a certain age and developed its intelligence."