Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Curacao didn't react for a moment.

This man suddenly got mad and beat her and Gil down... just because she scratched his cloak? ?

There was a moment of blankness and confusion in my mind, but my hands moved quickly.

Seeing that he was captured, Curacao's first reaction was to fight back.

The half-kneeling upper body pressed forward, and the hand still holding the dagger suddenly attacked the ghost's hand that was holding her.

At the same time, the captured hand used a clever force to grab the opponent's hand and pull it towards his own direction.

A very smooth combo.

Curacao had the best of thoughts, but she underestimated the reaction speed of the person in front of her.

The ghost broke free almost instantly, retreated half a step to avoid the opponent's attack, raised his baton and hit the opponent's arm holding the dagger without any hesitation.

"hiss!!"

The intense pain made Curacao gasp and his fingertips went numb.

She didn't dare to fight at all.

He stepped back repeatedly until he stood together with Kiel, and the two of them looked at the ghost warily.

The ghost, who almost broke a man's bones with a stick, looked down at his hand thoughtfully.

"Am I that strong?"

A random attack could actually produce the same effect as gravity magic?

The puzzled murmurs were muffled by the sound of rain and did not reach the ears of the two killers.

Otherwise, these two people might be so angry that they fainted from the Versailles tone.

The magician looked through his wizard robes.

After confirming that there were indeed scratches on it, he let out a light click of the tongue.

He swung the baton at his fingertips, like the opening move of a foil, and pointed the tip of the baton at the two people:

“You’re going to pay for this.”

"?!"x2

Kiel covered the back of his hand which was still numb and painful, and smiled bitterly to himself.

If she says now that she is not familiar with Curacao, is it too late?

Curacao had no idea that his teammate next to him was planning to backstab him.

The hand holding the dagger was still shaking because of the pain in the arm.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes hidden in the darkness kept looking at the tall and thin man in front of him, trying to find his weakness.

terrible.

It seems that there are loopholes everywhere, but once you attack, you will find traps everywhere.

Everything you see is an illusion?

Curacao paused and straightened his back in fear.

In fact, there is no need to continue fighting now.

It's just the difference between going back early or going back after being knocked unconscious and sleeping in the rain for a night.

But Ghost obviously didn't think so.

The magician holding the baton rushed over and launched the first attack.

Curaçao and Kiel retreated simultaneously.

The ghost caught up with Curacao in a few steps and knocked him to the ground with his baton without any mercy.

There was not even time to scream.

The severe pain behind his neck made Curacao's eyes go black, and he fell into coma the next second.

The magician's eyes behind the gauze quietly glanced at the 'corpse' on the ground, then turned to look at Kiel.

The thin crimson lips pursed lightly, and then a beautiful arc was drawn:

"Dear guest, you don't need to bring so many local specialties next time you come to see the show."

Hearing this, Kiel choked.

Before she could say anything, she saw the person in front of her rushing towards her at an incredible speed and punching her in the lower abdomen.

A sharp pain spread out.

Kiel felt as if he was pierced through and subconsciously protected his stomach.

There were no wounds, but she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

She looked up blankly, and as her vision blurred, the only thing she could see was the other person's straightened lips.

Cold and heartless.

snap,

The last person fell to the ground.

The black "corpses" were scattered all over the lawn.

The sky is low,

It seemed that the gray clouds and heavy rain were about to come down to bury this messy place.

The lone magician stood in the center of the chaos, looking down at his palm quietly.

The neat white robe was already soaked, and the colorful dark patterns embroidered with gold thread now looked dim in the rain.

The raindrops dripped down the broken hair on the forehead and onto the neat gauze, leaving marks of varying depths;

Then, with the wind, it fell into the magician's palm, filling up those fine textures.

The ghost looked at his hands calmly for a while, then clenched his fists lightly.

Feeling the sluggishness of his knuckles, he pondered:

"why?"

How could he have such speed and strength just now?

simply,……

"It's just like Yunyun..."

The ghost whispered this.

The half-raised hand dropped, allowing the rainwater gathered in the palm to flow down the fingertips.

The feeling of body temperature gradually disappearing, the dull pain in joints...

Familiar and unfamiliar.

The magician stood there for a while, then raised his legs and walked away.

·

Ding-dong-

The doorbell in the early morning woke the sleeping people.

The little detective who was forcibly awakened said "Hmm?" in confusion, his eyes half open and half closed, his voice full of confusion:

"Who?"

No one answered him.

Osaka Chocolate, who was sleeping sideways next to him, hugged the little detective's quilt contentedly and breathed deeply.

It's still raining outside the window, as if trying to cover up something.

After lying down for a while, Conan didn't hear the doorbell again.

He closed his eyes and fumbled around for a while, then reached out and pulled someone's quilt over himself, then fell into a deep sleep again.

downstairs.

'Yun Xianhe', who had woken up from hibernation mode as soon as someone set foot in this house, was now standing at the door.

Looking at the ghost in the yard that had obviously been caught in the rain for a long time, the whole robot was in trouble.

He quickly reached out to pull the other person, but restrained himself and pulled his hand back halfway.

The stand-in robot made way for the door and called out to the ghost:

"Come in quickly! Sir, why are you soaked all over?! What happened?!"

The blue-black hair lay softly on the forehead.

The person in front of him, covered in moisture and looking disheveled, was completely different from the elegant and mysterious magician he usually was.

The ghost slightly moved his stiff neck, turned his head and looked at Yun Xianhe steadily.

The latter misunderstood his meaning and explained in a low voice:

"There are people here at the moment."

It won't work if you replace it with someone else's face.

However, the ghost did not answer, but just looked at him calmly, as if he was observing something.

Looking at the person standing still, Yun Xianhe became a little anxious.

According to the strange physical condition of his parents.

If you continue to get wet in the rain, you will definitely get sick!

Just as the robot whispered "Excuse me" and was about to grab the ghost, the latter suddenly moved.

The magician dragged his heavy cloak and walked towards the substitute robot step by step until he forced the man back from the door to the entrance.

Seeing that the other party was finally willing to come in, Yun Xianhe breathed a sigh of relief:

"My Lord, please come in and wait for a moment. I will prepare some clothes for you."