Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Shila-

An old record player appeared out of nowhere, and the melody of a waltz spread through the woods along the brass trumpet.

Some timid people were so frightened that they ran back with trembling legs.

"stop!"

Vodka started to scold, but his brain was already taken over by fear, so he didn't care whether he was a code name member or not, and he wanted to crawl away from this place of trouble.

boom!

"Let's see who dares to leave today!"

"what!"

Vodka shot through a man's leg, and his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses looked coldly at the peripheral members present.

"Those who dare to leave know the consequences! Come together and finish off that brat!"

The peripheral members who were in a dilemma looked at Yun Xianhe who was standing there harmless but not sure whether he was a human or not.

He glanced at Vodka again, who was holding a gun.

A few brave ones made up their minds and slowly formed a circle and pressed forward.

However, when they stepped within three meters of Yun Xianhe, they all started dancing the waltz involuntarily.

Some people who didn't have dance partners simply hugged the big tree next to them and chose to pull up the weeping willow trees with one hand.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing next to the phonograph, looked at the chaotic scene in front of him.

In a good mood, he helped Gin, who was unable to move, to straighten his hat which was about to fall off.

"Your dancing skills need to be improved, what do you think? Mr. Killer——"

he thinks?

Gin looked at the vodka that was spinning around as if it was poisoned.

I wanted to frown, but my whole face couldn't move at all.

They fell into the trap set by this man from the moment they stepped into the woods.

The other party had an unknown drug in his hand, the smell of which was so faint that it was almost negligible, and it could cause hallucinations.

Although it is unclear how the other party suddenly brought out such a large phonograph,

But Gin thought about the disk's sudden escape.

His intuition told him that the person in front of him should have mastered a whole set of unknown advanced technologies.

The same is true when it comes to medication.

"By the way, Mr. Killer wants this, right?"

Yun Xianhe turned his wrist and took out the magnetic disk again.

After looking at it over and over again, Yun Xianhe directly stuffed the disk into Gin's coat pocket and even patted it considerately.

"It seems that the things in here are not as interesting as I imagined, so forget it--"

After saying this, the young man gave him a simple gentleman's salute:

"I apologize for disturbing you tonight, but your performance was pretty good."

It's a pity that I can't just kill him...

A certain brave man sighed in his heart, and looking at Gin who was completely unable to move, he felt a little better.

This time he took advantage of the other party's underestimation of him, but it may not be so easy to succeed next time.

Unless he really uses magic.

Realizing that the effect of the medicine on the person in front of him seemed to be wearing off, Yun Xianhe couldn't help but sigh again.

The original world is quite nice to this villain, the Son of Destiny, since he has such a strong body.

call out--

The young man tilted his head slightly, and the sniper bullet grazed his hood and shot into a big tree nearby.

Yun Xianhe, who felt that there seemed to be many more red dots on his body, curled the corners of his lips and showed an expression of understanding.

Sure enough, how could such a cautious and suspicious person not leave a way out for himself?

Yun Xianhe didn't even look at the sniper's position, but just bowed towards the entire periphery of the forest.

With a flutter of his cloak, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Bourbon, who came late to support, took a look at the chaotic scene.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a corner of a cloak flashing past the distant woods, and without thinking he chased after it.

"stop!"

"Oh my - so passionate?"

Yun Xianhe, hiding under the cloak, looked at the dark-skinned golden-haired man who didn't look like a good person at all, and found it hard to connect him with Mr. Amuro, with whom he had once had dinner.

It must be said that the other party's concealment, or should I say acting skills, is much better than Mr. Guang's.

As the two of them walked away,

The old record player made a crackling sound as it was overwhelmed.

Then, in full view of everyone, it decomposed into a handful of crystal light and dissipated.

Feeling that he could move again, Gin reached out and pulled out the silver needle from his waist, staring gloomily at the small piece of trampled weeds in front of his feet.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Vodka, who had regained consciousness, hurried forward, but his body was obviously still out of control. He walked crookedly and almost fell.

"very good."

The winery top1, who was being plotted against like this for the first time, showed a cruel smile.

He snatched the sniper rifle from the hands of the people who were chasing him and followed in the direction Bourbon left.

the other side,

Yun Xianhe, standing on the top of the tree, looked down at Amuro Toru who was chasing him closely, and slightly adjusted his cloak.

"What can I do for you, sir? Dawn is approaching and it's time for the magician to rest."

"What's your purpose here?"

"Ala, I just happened to see it and was curious. After all, not every pharmaceutical company would have black-clad bodyguards with guns, right?"

The young man who claimed to be a magician laughed out loud, as if he had thought of something interesting:

"But the things here are still too childish in my opinion."

What does that mean? The other party has research results that are higher than theirs? !

For the first time, Toru Amuro felt troubled, not knowing whether the person in front of him was an enemy, a friend, or just passing by.

The man in front of him had strange skills and his agility was obviously above all of them.

He had experienced Gin's physical skills. Since even Gin was not defeated by this young man, what about him?

But how do you know if you don’t try?

"Are you also a killer? Like the gentleman with long silver hair? That's such a pity—"

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Toru Amuro approached while pretending to respond and get closer.

Yun Xianhe seemed not to notice the other party's small action, and slightly raised his head to look at the starry sky:

"because,"

The young man dodged a sniper bullet by turning his head and looked towards the woods not far away.

When he saw Gin chasing him, he was not surprised at all, but smiled:

"Because we are destined not to be friends. After all, even ghosts have individuals who like warmth."

Before Toru Amuro could figure out what he meant by this, Yun Xianhe shook his wrist slightly, and the baton returned to his hand.

"It's late at night, let's listen to the last song and take a bow for now."

The wind lifted the wizard's cloak from the treetops, and the wide hood moved slightly backwards.

Toru Amuro saw the other person's semi-long black-blue hair and eyes wrapped in bandages.

Can't the other party see it? !

The wind blew strongly, the leaves rustled, and the melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle drifted from somewhere.

It was a tune that Toru Amuro had never heard before.

A foreign, niche instrument? No, this piece of music...

The sound of the piano had just reached their ears, but everyone who heard it began to droop their eyelids without exception.

The magician standing on the treetop had a vague figure and waved his baton.

Meteors fell and clouds rolled and unrolled, as if making the heaven and earth change color and dance.

Until he fainted on the ground and completely lost consciousness, Toru Amuro and others heard the other party's playful laughter.

Gentle, yet distant:

"Good night, see you later."

·

Yun Xianhe, who escaped from the encirclement and returned to the city, walked aimlessly on the street.

The replica of the disk that had been returned to Gin was held between his fingers and kept turning.

While waiting for the traffic light, Yun Xianhe tilted his head slightly and thought for a while:

"Give it or not..."

The light turned green, and the brave man, who had figured it out, walked briskly.

Let him keep it first. Even if he gives the thing to Conan now, the other party will not be able to research the antidote.

And it's obviously safer to leave it with him.

Yun Xianhe, standing at the door of his house, looked at the lights on in the living room on the first floor and blinked slightly.

Didn't he turn off the lights before going out?

Ah...it seems like there's someone in there.

Thief? Not likely. The door lock showed no signs of being pried open.

So there is a key?

"Mr. Guang? Why is Mr. Guang in my house?"

When he opened the door and saw Zhu Fu Jingguang sitting on the sofa, even though Yun Xianhe had guessed it, he was still slightly stunned.

Turning around, I saw Conan sitting not far away.

The boy raised an eyebrow, closed the door with his backhand, and spoke while changing his shoes:

"Why are you still awake so late? What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Xianhe, why don't you explain where you were going so late at night?"

"I,"

"Still injured."

Yun Xianhe paused in his steps, looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, who seemed to be emitting black air all over his body, turned to look at Conan, who had a smile on his face, and gave him a forced smile in return.

Thanks for your concern, destroy it.