Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

As a robot that has not been programmed, he certainly doesn't know how to answer this kind of question!

You can't just say:

"Ah, that's not a ghost, that's our master - Yun Xianhe, I'm also fake."

Something like that?

...Not to mention the strange restrictions on adults that made it impossible for him to speak,

Even if he really said it, Mr. Guang in front of him wouldn't believe it, right?

Unless he proves to his face that he is not a human being.

...cut open a mechanical heart and show it to the other person?

How about swallowing a battery alive?

The substitute robot was lost in thought.

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side was still immersed in the relief that his adopted child was finally willing to share secrets with him and no longer had to shoulder everything by himself.

It doesn’t matter, even if you have to wait a little longer, at least the other party is willing to say it.

The child has finally grown up...

The substitute robot was a little frightened by the other party's gratified look:? !

He was exposed?! No?!

The stand-in robot, feeling guilty (?), put down the mechanical parts in his hand, laughed and stood up:

"Mr. Guang, I feel a little sleepy. I want to go upstairs and sleep first."

"Okay, good night, Xianhe."

"Good night Mr. Guang."

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched the other party go upstairs and began to clean up the teacups on the table that had not been touched by the other party.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the game console on the table, which had been completely dismantled.

...It seems like Xianhe bought it last time and planned to give it to Zhenping?

Why was it demolished?

Is the habit of dismantling things contagious? !

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who couldn't figure it out, looked at the pile of parts in silence for a while, then turned around and found a box to put them together.

Forget it, let’s put it away first.

Maybe Xianhe just wanted to study it and put it back together later.

...Or maybe you could send it over and let Zhenping assemble it himself?

The 'corpse' of the game console was properly collected.

The substitute robot that took action out of curiosity has great merit and fame.

As for what happened when Yun Xianhe came back and discovered this, that’s another story.

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the other side.

"Really..."

After re-setting the canopy, the ghost hung the lantern on a nearby branch and began to install the tent.

just now.

He left the relatively flat camping site, traveled through mountains and rivers (?) and chose a good place with few people.

As soon as we put down our camping material bags, it started raining again.

The man who had set up the tent in the rain took off his hood, took off his cloak and shook off the rain.

The turbid, damp and cold touch made the magician frown in disgust.

He found a slightly thicker cloak from the storage ring and put it on again.

"What a strange man."

He had to move to another place, and the tent he had just warmed up was wasted.

The ghost complained a little about the two uninvited guys who had just come.

The person standing under the canopy glanced at the darkening night through the rain curtain and stretched lazily.

"This rain is really endless."

My knee started to ache again.

The magician retreated (?) in the face of difficulty and went into the tent, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Stay up late? Not even a bit.

In the early morning, the rain became heavier.

The big magician in the sleeping bag tried to curl up his body, dazedly touched the hot water bottle that had disappeared, and put it on his knees again.

The rain hit the tent with a crackling sound.

The one who felt it was a bit noisy raised his hand, holding the baton he had picked up at random in his fingertips.

"Let me tell you,"

Boom!

The loud thunder woke up the ghost completely.

The scattered gauze hung crookedly on his face, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

The ghost struggled to open one eye.

He looked at his hand which he had raised without knowing when, and listened to the rumbling thunder outside which seemed to be destroying the world, and he let out a light sigh.

He slowly withdrew his hands that had become numb from the cold air.

The magician turned over in his sleeping bag and closed his eyes again.

"It's just like what Yunyun said. He's sick."

Thunder rumbled, like a provocation or anger.

The ghost, who couldn't sleep because of the noise, frowned fiercely, closed his eyes and muttered:

"It's noisy."

Boom——

The magician, unable to bear it any longer, opened his eyes.

The fruit green eyes looked eerie and strange in the night environment.

The grumpy magician looked straight up into the sky, and it seemed as if he could see through the tent to the night sky:

"That's enough. If you keep arguing, I'll peel off your skin even if I die."

The slightly hoarse voice carried a strong sense of threat.

Perhaps the aura emanating from the ghost was too dangerous, and the thunder really stopped.

I lay down for a while.

The magician, who was sure that it was only raining and not thundering outside, yawned loudly.

The person in the sleeping bag turned over again, took out a soft pillow from the storage ring, put it on his head, and closed his eyes again.

The magician slept until noon and was in a good mood when he saw the weather clear up.

I have no recollection of being almost struck by lightning and almost having a fight with God last night.

The ghost, who has nothing to do today, decides to continue being his own gay.

Look, across the street is the kind police officer at work whom I just met two days ago.

Turn two streets further,

In the distance is Yun Xianhe who is about to eat ice cream and an unknown man who is trying hard to stop him.

The ghost bought an ice cream out of curiosity, took two bites, and decisively gave up this food which might aggravate his condition.

Cherish your bones, starting with him.

Go right and walk halfway around the city.

It was the little girl and her little sister who were rescued yesterday. They were shopping on the street.

…There are too many people in the distance, not suitable for 'ghost', let's change direction.

Oh – look who that is?

The two guys who disturbed him while he was having dinner yesterday, and the uncle who came with him to rescue people.

A man squatting on a roof looked at the three people hiding outside someone's window like thieves, and rubbed his chin with his hand.

Hmm - are they planning a burglary? Or a burglary?

It looks really cruel.

After watching for a while, the magician felt bored and stood on the roof, stretching his body facing the setting sun.

"Three days left—"

Then you can see Yunyun!

The ghost took a deep breath and was choked by the air filled with industrial waste gas.

Sure enough, I’m still not used to it.

Conan, who was sitting in the car and watching this family out of boredom, looked up and saw the ghost standing on the roof.

He opened his mouth unconsciously, too shocked to speak.

Hattori, who was still thinking about the reason for the client's change of expression, rubbed his chin and happened to see Conan's strange expression in the rearview mirror.

Osaka Chocolate looked back at him:

"what happened to you?"

"faint,"

"Yes? Anything?"

Hattori looked in the direction of his finger and apparently saw the ghost standing on the roof.

The magician realized that he had been discovered and looked down, and happened to meet the eyes of Hattori and Conan.

The magician raised a finger to his lips and gestured to the two of them to keep quiet.

Then his body leaned back and fell directly from the roof.

"?!"x2

The two men, frightened by the other's action and turning pale, got out of the car almost at the same time and ran towards the back of the house.

Maori Kogoro, who was sitting in the driver's seat, watched their actions and blinked blankly:

"What are these two doing?"