Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe was obviously in a good mood after exploring the new place.

It's just that his sore throat makes it hard for him to swallow, which is a bit annoying.

During dinner, Conan used his so-called childish curiosity to bring up the term Mist Tengu again.

The faces of the people present changed.

"Little boy, where did you hear that?!"

Kuan Nian obviously reacted strongly to this incident.

Abbot Tianyong, who was sitting next to him, lowered his head slightly:

"Sorry, I just let it slip."

"Master?! You..."

"That's just a boring old legend."

Yun Xianhe bit the tip of his chopsticks while listening to Abbot Tianyong telling a story.

Somehow, he had a lot of things to complain about this so-called legend.

Xiaolan, who was standing by, had already shrank back behind Kogoro Mouri out of fear.

Mao Li looked at his daughter helplessly: "Why are you so nervous?"

Xiaolan obviously wanted to argue: "But..."

Comments from a brave man who has a sore throat but really wants to join in the conversation:

"Like some kind of bird of prey."

That way of hunting.

Conan on the side smiled awkwardly, but Mu Nian, who was sitting opposite him, looked a little unhappy.

"But I always feel that it is more than just a legend."

Upon hearing what he said, Maori Kogoro and others were slightly stunned.

Obviously thinking of something bad, Mu Nian broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He lowered his head and looked at the plate in front of him, as if lost in memories:

"I remember that a similar strange incident happened two years ago..."

"Mu Nian!"

Sure enough, a case had happened.

Yun Xianhe was not surprised at all. He slowly took a sip of the soup and began to miss Mr. Guang's cooking skills.

Well, at least it's not bad to drink.

"Well, Uncle Maori, please ask them to tell you the details."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Conan showed a cute fake smile with narrowed eyes:

"Because uncle, you are the famous detective Maori Kogoro, maybe you can help them find some clues."

Everyone present was obviously shocked by the title "Famous Detective Maori Kogoro".

The few young masters who reacted seemed very happy. They quickly gathered around Kogoro Mori and began to talk one by one about the bizarre events that happened that year.

However, at this time, Abbot Tianyong, who first proposed the term Mist Tengu, became extremely excited and angrily rebuked Kuan Nian and others:

"Shut up, everyone! Have you all forgotten your agreement not to bring up that matter again?!"

"But Abbot..."

Kuan Nian wanted to say something, but Abbot Tian Yong interrupted him directly:

"Okay, that's enough for dinner, now you all go back and get ready for bed and rest!"

The four people who received the order lowered their heads, obviously still a little unwilling, but they did not dare to disobey the abbot's words.

Yun Xianhe, who was eating slowly, glanced at the vulture-like abbot with an expressionless face and said silently:

Black-hearted.

We took their money but didn't even let them finish their dinner.

Before he stood up and left, Abbot Tennaga said to Okimori Kogoro with a gloomy face and unfriendly tone:

"Detective, although you are staying in this temple, please leave here early tomorrow morning. You should also rest early."

It was said as a please, but it felt more like a threat.

Kogoro Mori was obviously a little confused by the other party's sudden change of expression, and just responded blankly.

Looking at Abbot Tenyong who slammed the door and left, Conan frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

He reached out and tugged at the sleeve of Yun Xianhe, who was still picking up food. While Xiaolan and the others were not paying attention, he made a sign language gesture to him:

'Did you see anything?'

"The abbot seems to be feeling a bit guilty. There must have been a murder here two years ago, and it may have been quite serious."

'I want to find out.'

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows slightly after seeing this sentence, and after a little thought, he gave a solution:

"Inspector Megure should also be in charge of the cases in this area. If you are curious, I will ask Officer Megure for you after we go down the mountain tomorrow."

After saying this, Yun Xianhe rubbed Conan's head and pointed at the remaining food in front of him:

'Eat well, otherwise you won't grow tall.'

"Hmm? Conan, are you whispering to Xianhe-kun?"

Conan, who was about to argue with Yun Xianhe, paused while signing, turned to Xiaolan and smiled sweetly:

"No, Brother Xianhe told me to eat well."

There's no way he won't grow taller!

Even though he is in the shape of a child now, he will change back to being a child one day!

Although he thought so, Conan still finished his meal obediently.

It’s definitely not because Yun Xianhe said he was short last time!

The four of us were divided into two rooms.

After washing up, Yun Xianhe simply tucked the little detective under his armpit, waved to Xiaolan and the others, and went back to the room with them.

"Xianhe, do you have something you want to tell me?"

The little detective, thinking that the other party had discovered something, became excited.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was making the bedding, he went forward to help with his short legs.

The two prepared people sat face to face.

Conan looked seriously at Yun Xianhe who raised his hand.

Just when he thought the other party would start using sign language, he saw him take out a small square box from the backpack at his side.

Yun Xianhe slapped the box between the two of them.

Conan looked closely and saw three big words written on it:

Gobang

The little detective looked up blankly, and the two looked at each other. Yun Xianhe spoke:

“Play this!”

"..."

Even the rotten vocal cords could not suppress the excitement in the hero's tone.

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes, whose face was full of anticipation, and opened his mouth, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

Finally, the little detective, who had lost more than a dozen times in a row, curled himself up in his quilt:

"I'm sleepy! I want to go to bed!"

Playing this kind of game with this kind of person who has such a good brain and cheats really doesn't give you any gaming experience at all!

Yun Xianhe, who had just become a little interested, expressed a little regret. He silently packed up the chess pieces, turned off the lights, and lay down in bed.

Just when the two were about to fall asleep, they suddenly heard a shrill scream.

Yun Xianhe opened his eyes almost instantly, turned over, put on his glasses, got up, picked up Conan and ran out.

The little detective who was held in his arms calmed down and analyzed it carefully:

"Just now, that sounded like Uncle Maori's voice!"

"Ok!"

The two met Kuannian at the corner of the corridor. When they hurried there, they saw Xiaolan standing there and Maori Kogoro who seemed to have fallen to the ground from afar.

"Did something happen?"

"Sister Xiaolan, are you okay?!"

Yun Xianhe opened his mouth and was about to say something, but when he looked at the two people whose bodies seemed to stiffen for a moment, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Maori Kogoro got up from the ground swiftly and smiled awkwardly:

"No, hahahaha... nothing really happened."

Yun Xianhe noticed Xiaolan's hand hidden behind her back, tapped Conan's shoulder lightly, and gestured to him.

The little detective who understood what was going on twitched his lips and looked at the father and daughter with crescent eyes.

"It's really nothing. You can go back and rest, Master Kuannian, Xianhe-kun and Conan. Haha... Have a good rest and see you tomorrow morning."

The three people standing there watched Maori and his daughter go away.

Yun Xianhe sighed lightly, but heard a strange sound coming from his throat like an old bellows.

...Not good.

After getting up the next day,

Yun Xianhe found that he was completely unable to make a sound, so he opened his mouth expressionlessly and allowed the little detective to check his throat.

“It’s all swollen.”

He knew it.

Yun Xianhe, who didn't dare to yawn, rubbed his hair twice and patted his face, then followed Conan to have breakfast.

Looking at Mu Nian yawning and complaining about Kogoro's voice last night, Conan and Yun Xianhe nodded in sync.

To be honest, it was the first time that Yun Xianhe heard Uncle Maori make such a miserable cry.

At that moment he even thought that the other person was killed.

Upon learning that Mu Nian didn't sleep well because of him, Xiao Wulang seemed a little embarrassed:

"sorry……"

After receiving the apology, Mu Nian sighed tiredly, looked at Tun Nian who was sitting opposite him with a dazed expression, and said:

"Actually, I'm fine. Tun Nian didn't sleep almost the whole night..."

The father and daughter paused almost synchronously. Xiaolan smiled stiffly with the corners of her mouth pulled a little apologetically, looked around briefly, and changed the subject directly:

"Excuse me...where are the abbot and Master Kuan Nian?"

"It's like this... Because the abbot didn't come, Kuan Nian went to look for him. Maybe he was drinking in a room again."

Tun Nian replied weakly.

The sliding door behind him was opened, and Xiunian, who had called them to have breakfast earlier, was about to come in when he heard a shrill scream from outside.

"What,?"

Everyone was stunned.

Yun Xianhe, who was the first to react, picked up the little detective again and ran out.

"That, that sounds like Kuan Nian's voice?!"

"It seems to be coming from the training room..."

The others followed quickly.

Yun Xianhe arrived at the place, put Conan down, and looked up the room following Kuannian's line of sight.

I saw the abbot, who looked like a vulture, hanging from the high ceiling.

Seeing Kuan Nian trembling as if due to stimulation, Yun Xianhe reached out and gently covered his eyes.

"Don't look."

The young man's weak voice carried a hint of soothing feeling.

Kuan Nian, whose vision had turned completely dark, took two deep breaths, trying to force himself to calm down.

Kogoro and others who arrived later were obviously shocked by the scene. After they realized what was happening, they quickly called the police and maintained the scene.

"Thank you…"

Kuan Nian, who finally recovered and felt his hands and feet warm again, thanked Yun Xianhe.

The latter waved his hand, pulled Conan out who was still standing in the room, and rubbed his head.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Conan, who was dazed by the rubbing, looked up at Yun Xianhe.

The latter looked at him for a while, then patted his shoulders twice without saying anything.

Before Inspector Megure arrived, Yun Xianhe stood in the corner, silently looking at the four monks with different expressions, gently rubbing his knuckles.

After a while, Yun Xianhe, who had not drunk any water since early morning, frowned and coughed lightly.

He half leaned against the wall, turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the mountain cherry blossoms in the distance.

A dead body on the cherry tree...?