Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

fortunately,

The two people who ran to the back of the house did not see any horrific scene.

The ground was so clean that there was not even a trace of anything, and it was impossible to tell how the other party got down.

Conan, who was standing at the foot of the wall, looked up and around, and happened to see the hem of the cloak disappearing at the corner of the street.

The little detective, who felt like he had been fooled, twitched his lips and complained with his crescent eyes:

"I now feel that the other person is definitely a friend of Brother Xianhe."

Same bad taste.

No, it’s even more excessive than Brother Xianhe.

Hattori understood what Conan meant and smiled:

"I told you yesterday that guy really likes to play pranks."

Toy bombs, rubber bullet imitation guns, juice that is so realistic that it can be mistaken for gasoline...

Osaka Chocolate's expression felt awkward for a moment when he recalled that he had protected Kazuha with the thought of 'protecting her even if he dies'.

He curled his lips and said, trying to cover up his mistake:

"If I didn't feel like Xianhe was hiding something from us, I would definitely complain to him."

"Hattori, you're acting like a little kid."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Hattori Heiji immediately became furious.

He squatted down and looked Conan in the eye, with an exaggerated expression:

“Come on! No matter who it is, it’s super scary to suddenly see a bomb about to explode in front of you! And the other person really looked like a murderer at the time.”

Hattori's defense was well-reasoned.

Conan, who was listening in, paused and smiled at the other party teasingly:

"You'd better not let Brother Xianhe hear what you said. Although the atmosphere between them seems strange at the moment, if Brother Xianhe knew that you said bad things about that ghost..."

Something terrible is definitely going to happen.

After all, the hero is really super protective of his own people, to the point of being excessive.

Hattori shuddered when he heard this, and it was obvious that he had thought of this as well.

He stood up and coughed as if to cover up, then turned around and walked back the way he came.

"It seems there are no clues here. Let's go back, Conan."

Conan smiled as he watched the other party switch freely with his half-moon eyes.

You can't, Osaka Chocolate.

·

The magician who left didn't know what the two had said.

He is looking for a new camping spot.

He didn't know about others, but their adventure team would never camp in the same place for two consecutive nights.

Not safe.

The possibility of being spied on, tracked, surrounded and killed... is very high.

Although I don’t know whether I need to consider this kind of thing in this secret realm, it is still more comfortable to follow my habits.

Set up the tent skillfully again.

The person sitting on the folding chair was basking in the last rays of the setting sun. He gathered the blanket covering him closer and squinted his eyes behind the bandages.

What are we having for dinner tonight?

I really want to eat the wontons made by my husband...

There is also Cotton's specialty stew.

It would be even better if I could secretly show off some wheat juice to Uncle Shitou.

Cooking and eating alone is a bit boring.

Less than three days had passed.

The magician who was going through the levels alone felt uncomfortable all over.

No, it should be said that this symptom existed from the first day I found myself separated from Yunyun.

The person lying on the folding chair shrank down, buried half of his face in the blanket, and muttered to himself:

"I don't know what Yunyun has been eating these days. I hope he didn't eat the wrong food..."

One is eating on time but not knowing how to cook.

One is someone who can cook but doesn’t eat well every day.

Compared with each other, they seem to be about the same.

Just as the ghost was about to have a meal for the night, he heard a rustling sound of grass being stepped on in the distance.

He tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

A familiar figure appeared in the empty sky and earth.

The young man walked towards the lonely young man in the last rays of sunset.

The sunlight danced on the other person's white hair, then sprinkled on the glasses, blurring the heterochromatic pupils behind the lenses.

Her light-colored lips are slightly curled, making her look approachable.

The magician, who was warmed by the sun and about to fall asleep, squinted his eyes.

In a trance, I thought I had traveled through time and space and saw my younger brother when he was in school.

The other person ran to him as usual as soon as the get out of class was over.

When he just noticed it, he could hear the other party calling him in a drawn-out tone:

[“Ghost—Let’s go! Let’s go home! The master said he would cook wontons tonight!”]

"…cloud?"

"grown ups."

The sun sets.

The portable lantern hanging next to the canopy lit up, illuminating the face of the visitor.

Obviously the same...

But it's just an identical shell.

The ghost, who felt like he was about to become lovesick, sighed softly and closed his eyes behind the gauze.

The usually elegant tone now seemed quite weak:

"What are you doing here? To tell me how to pass the level? Or are you planning to give me the heart?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't do that."

The magician, who had known that this would be the answer, turned his head away and didn't look at Yun Xianhe who was walking over.

Ugh……

Brother...this time I might really starve to death.

Woo woo woo, sir, I want to eat wontons.

Can anyone think of,

A young man who looks elegant and steady.

At this moment, my heart feels like a big cat that is caught in the rain and has nowhere to hide.

Just when the ghost felt that dark clouds were about to float over his forehead, Yun Xianhe beside him spoke:

"My Lord, I brought you dinner."

The lunch box landed on the table with a dull sound.

The magician opened his eyes slightly behind the gauze and took a look at what the other party brought.

…not wontons.

You·picky eater·not easy to feed·Ling immediately lost interest.

He reached out and pulled the blanket over his head, as a way of expressing his refusal to communicate with the other party.

'Yun Xianhe' was a little overwhelmed by the other party's behavior.

In the impression of the stand-in robot,

As long as the food has basic color, aroma and taste, a brave man usually will not refuse it.

Of course, the other party won’t eat some weird-tasting foods.

Tonight, he asked Zhu Fu Jingguang to make a special portion of sweet and sour pork and pork ribs soup in advance.

On the way here, he even bought a piece of sea salt cake, intending to give it to the adults as an after-dinner dessert.

Normally, adults would be very happy to see this kind of dish.

But now it seems that it is not going to work.

After all, the person in front of them is not their adult at the moment.

Looking at the ghost who refused to communicate, Yun Xianhe sighed softly:

"My Lord, what would you like to eat?"

"No, thank you for the food, take it back."

When I saw that face, I felt both nostalgic and annoyed.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would tear the other person apart.

Feeling that he was once again being disliked, Yun Xianhe: "..." (?д?`)

The stand-in robot took a deep breath.

Calm down, calm down, the adult is just 'sick'.

You can't cry, otherwise you will be disliked even more.