Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The ghost who heard the other person muttering nearby sneered.

Before Conan was about to use the spoon, he reached out and took the soup bowl back.

"If you don't want to drink, don't drink."

He was not willing to share his finished products with a stranger whom he had only met three times.

The magician poured the soup back into the pot, took the bowl and plate of pancakes prepared for him and sat a little further away from Conan.

Without even waiting for Conan to speak to stop him, the ghost picked up the soup bowl and took a sip.

It's ok, nothing special except a bit of burnt smell.

It’s the same meal that Yunyun made before.

The magician, who was quite used to this, ate without changing his expression.

Seeing that he didn't have any special reaction, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, from this perspective, it shouldn’t be fatal.

The man who had taken two bites looked up at Conan and Hattori who were still lingering there, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Is there anything else for you two?"

What's the point of staying with him all the time?

Disturbing his quiet time.

The two of them looked at each other after realizing the other's intention to 'send the guest away'.

Hattori lightly chided Conan, who smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head:

"We, we may have to disturb you for a while longer. We need to wait for someone here."

The ghost glanced at the two of them, but didn't pay much attention:

"Really? Then you two wait patiently."

I finished dinner in just a few bites.

Under the shocked gazes of the two men, Ghost quickly packed up everything in the camp.

The mountain of things was put away with a wave of the other party's hand, leaving only a portable lantern.

The magician adjusted his cloak, picked up the lantern, and turned to leave.

The two people who were left behind and suddenly exposed in the darkness:? ?

Hattori looked around blankly at the empty camp.

He looked at the ghost's receding back and spoke with a stuttering tone:

"How did he do that just now?"

Conan next to him shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

It was not until the ghost disappeared around the corner of the campground that Hattori seemed to come back to his senses and let out a long sigh:

"I feel like we're being disliked, Kudo."

"Haha... definitely."

There was a sound of brakes in the distance.

Yun Xianhe, who rushed over by taxi, knew that he was late after seeing the two people standing on the lawn.

Conan noticed the person coming and waved to him:

"Brother Xianhe, I'm sorry, the other party has left."

"…It's okay, let's go back. Mr. Guang should be anxious."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who witnessed the whole process of Yun Xianhe picking up the two people and then taking a taxi home:?

I went home and found no one:

"? Mr. Guang?"

No one responded.

Hattori and Conan followed him into the room and looked at each other.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a key opening the door behind me.

The three people standing at the entrance turned around and met the eyes of Zhu Fu Jingguang who had just returned.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head and asked with some confusion:

"Why did Mr. Guang come back from outside?"

"..."

When asked, Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed and said helplessly:

"Xianhe, you just ran out without saying anything. I thought you were in an emergency, so I drove after you. Also, Xianhe, you took all the dinner away, so I have to buy some back."

"Ah ha ha……"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe smiled awkwardly and hid the food box in his hand behind his back with a guilty conscience.

Damn it, he was so worried about the adults that he forgot there was such a big person.

...It shouldn't be exposed, right?

"Brother Xianhe, you seem very nervous about that person?"

Conan on the side suddenly spoke up.

Yun Xianhe rubbed Conan's head as instructed, and said in a coaxing tone:

"It's better for children not to know too much. Just eat and eat."

"What? You're just fooling me."

"Ha, I was just fooling you."

Seeing Yun Xianhe's expression that said "you've made a profit", Conan was silent for a while, then turned to look at Hattori:

“…Should I be happy about this?”

"Pfft, hahahaha!"

"Stop laughing, Hattori!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side looked at Yun Xianhe who winked at him and smiled helplessly.

He reached out to take the food box from the other person and reheated the food.

The four of them finished their dinner chatting and laughing.

During this period, Hattori and Conan asked Yun Xianhe questions about ghosts, both openly and covertly, but were always fooled by the other party's vague answers.

It wasn't until Kazuha called that Hattori remembered what he and Conan had overlooked.

The two rejected Zhu Fujingguang's idea of ​​driving them.

I borrowed a raincoat directly from 'Yun Xianhe' and ran back in the rain.

The room fell silent again.

'Yun Xianhe', who was curled up on the carpet, pulled out a game console from somewhere and was studying it.

A cup of steaming tea appeared at the edge of my vision.

'Yun Xianhe' looked up and saw Zhu Fu Jingguang sitting next to the coffee table.

The latter had his usual gentle smile on his face, and a hint of concern in his indigo eyes:

"Since I can't tell the kids, can Xianhe tell me?"

Someone paused as he dismantled a game console.

The stand-in robot looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, and the emotional simulator in the program settings responded for a moment, and said half-jokingly:

"But, Mr. Guang is also a kid to me."

"Ok?"

Looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang's confused expression, Yun Xianhe chuckled and explained:

"Because I am already 20 million years old, and will soon be 30 million years old."

"??,ah?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned when he heard this.

Looking at the person who winked at him with his right eye, he suddenly felt a little amused:

"Xianhe's joke is really..."

"Hum-"

"You can't tell me? The reason why I went out just now, and the matter about the ghost."

So what I saw this afternoon was not an illusion.

But that doesn't make sense.

Because according to the reactions of those people Xianhe mentioned before,

If the other party is really a "ghost", shouldn't the reactions of both parties be like this and alienated?

Did something go wrong?

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought secretly.

'Yun Xianhe', who had already disassembled the game console's motherboard, put down the screwdriver in his hand.

He looked at Zhu Fu Jing Guang, who was not sure what he was thinking, and pursed his lips slightly:

"I'm sorry, the relationship between us is a little complicated at the moment. I will explain it to Mr. Guang later when I have dealt with it."

"Huh? Really?"

Zhu Fujingguang, who had already prepared himself for the other party to refuse to share, was still in disbelief for a moment after hearing this.

Although he could tell that Yun Xianhe's tone seemed a little embarrassed.

But, the other party actually said that he might explain it to him later? !

Yun Xianhe replied with a smile:

"Of course!"

At that time, the adults will explain it to you in person.