Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

As he said this, Yun Xianhe turned around and was about to fill the bathtub with water.

However, the moment he turned around, someone behind him grabbed his wrist.

The cold touch was transmitted to the optical computer through the body's temperature sensor. The analyzed simulation data made Yun Xianhe shudder subconsciously and turn around to look at the ghost.

"grown ups?"

boom

The stand-in robot, who had just uttered a title, was pulled back by the other party.

The painful feedback from his back hitting the wall made Yun Xianhe frown slightly, and his heterochromatic eyes looked at the person nearby with confusion.

The ghost lowered his head slightly and looked at the familiar empty shell in front of him, with his lips slightly raised:

"Is he okay?"

The robot paused after hearing this and subconsciously said "Ah?"

The magician lowered his eyes behind the gauze and repeated:

"Is he okay?"

'Yun Xianhe' opened his mouth, not understanding what the other party meant, nor who he was asking about.

Are you asking if Yun Xianhe is okay?

Guessing that this might be the meaning, the stand-in robot secretly looked at the ghost and nodded affirmatively:

"Fortunately."

But if you don't change this outfit, that may not be the case.

After hearing the other party's answer, the ghost stood there and fell silent again.

He slowly raised his hand and grabbed the other person's neck.

It must be said that the technological level of substitute robots is indeed high.

The ghost could clearly feel the pulse beating under his fingertips.

The gauze covering his eyes and brows was a little loose due to the recent battle.

As the magician lowered his head slightly, his movements loosened.

The pair of fruit green eyes exposed to the light were like a foggy forest in the morning - clear and cold.

The man whose neck was restrained did not move.

Not to mention that the other party didn't use any force at all, he just grabbed his neck loosely.

Even if the person in front of him really wanted to kill him, he would not have the slightest intention of resisting.

The two sides just stared at each other.

The ghost's gaze swept across the face of the substitute robot, finally stopping on the heterochromatic eyes behind the other's glasses.

He saw his own reflection in it.

Wet hair and loose bandages stained with unknown mud spots.

There was a faint scar running from the left eyebrow to a finger's width below the end of the right eye.

Embarrassed.

The ghost suddenly loosened his hand as if he was burned and took a step back.

He reached out to cover the bandages on his face in a panic, trying to restore them.

The substitute robot can't wait, and his 100% loyalty makes it impossible for him to see his creator suffer.

Since the other party currently doesn't want the owner of this face to see his appearance.

'Yun Xianhe' simply closed his eyes, reached out and pulled the ghost into the living room.

After forcing the man to sit on a chair in the dining room, he quickly went to the bathroom to run the shower, found a set of clean clothes and stuffed them into the man's pocket, and finally pushed the man directly into the bathroom.

The ghost standing in the bathroom holding clothes was still a little dazed.

The unwound bandage came loose again, piling up loosely on the neck.

The pleasant scent of herbs on the clothes made the magician subconsciously tighten his fingers and lower his eyes to look at it carefully.

This is... what?

The people waiting at the door didn't hear any sound of water for a long time.

The shadow elongated by the light fell on the frosted glass of the door panel and remained motionless until five minutes later.

Yun Xianhe sighed helplessly and said to the inside:

"Sir, if you continue to get sick like this, then the hero will be worried."

The person standing in the bathroom had some reaction after hearing this.

The ghost looked around the bathroom and placed the clothes in his hand carefully on the shelf beside him.

She threw all the clothes she had taken off into the washing machine beside her before stepping into the bathtub.

"Yun Xianhe" outside the door made sure that the other party had taken a good shower, then turned and went to the kitchen, and at the same time contacted 09 and others who were still outside.

Go check them all!

Why would the adults run so far in the rain to find him so late at night!

Did someone provoke him?

No matter who it is, anyone who disturbs the adults' rest will be buried!

The robots became angry when they heard the substitute robot’s description of Yun Xianhe’s condition.

When they get angry,

The unlucky ones are the "corpses" still lying at the crime scene who haven't had time to wake up yet.

Adhering to the principle of not letting you die but not letting you have an easy life either.

After the robot kindly made sure everyone was alive, it randomly selected a group of lucky people and buried them in the ground from the shoulders down in a scenic spot.

The remaining lucky ones were all tied up and hung on trees.

What? Afraid they'd die?

Impossible, because the robot gave everyone a life-saving injection of medicine.

It is even said that in order to increase the survival rate.

The robots also made sure that each of them could face east.

To ensure that they can get the first ray of sunshine after the rain in time to keep away the cold.

It can be said that this group of people,

Except for the one who was shot dead by Curacao at that time, every one of them was worse off than dead.

The ghost had no idea what the robots were doing.

At this moment he was sitting in the bathtub in a daze.

The gauze that was about to be wrapped was torn off and thrown into a corner of the storage ring.

The rising heat blurred the eyebrows and eyes that were hidden by the hair.

The joints frozen stiff by the rain are like rusty parts that have just been oiled.

As he raised his hand, Ghost thought he could hear a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

He stared at his palms across the water for a while, then scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

"Ha... calm down, think about it carefully, think about it carefully... it won't be more complicated than the magician's annual exam... think about it carefully..."

I couldn't even calculate my own fate.

His secret was concealed?

The creator of the secret realm here is really resourceful.

...But why does the fate that Yunyun deduced fall on me?

He didn't remember any "life contract" between him and Yunyun.

Blessing? Curse? Limited buff or debuff?

Don't worry ghost, think about it...

However, there are too many knowledge points in the magic subject.

This thought lasted for an hour.

After finishing the meal and waiting outside, Yun Xianhe knocked on the door several times in a row.

If the ghost hadn't come to his senses and responded in time, Yun Xianhe might have rushed in the next second.

The big magician curled up on the sofa - the place where Yun Xianhe usually liked to stay.

I stroked the corners of clothes with my fingertips, and felt the scent of grass and trees lingering around my nose, which made me feel a little relieved.

The magician's usual cold cedar scent was now covered by the scent of grass and trees, which made the mysterious feeling like the sea of ​​stars fade a lot.

Yun Xianhe placed the food and ginger soup in the pot on the table and called to the ghost:

"My Lord, please eat something and then go to rest."

The ghost tilted its head towards Yun Xianhe's position.

The white gauze once again covered the pair of fruit green eyes, blocking others from seeing his emotions.

The person curled up on the sofa remained silent.

Just when Yun Xianhe was about to continue persuading him, the magician spoke up:

"Call me Ghost."