Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining "Forget Me Not" - Amnesia (one-time), 15 days. ]

["Intermittent downtime" - migraine (one-time), 3 days.]

[「Unstable Core」——Palpitations (one-time), 10 days.]

【「A mouthful of old blood」(disposable), 500ml. 】

【"Rainy Season" - Arthritis (mild) (one-time), 11 days. 】

A long list of punishments floated by, and Yun Xianhe took a quick look.

When I saw the first item, I subconsciously clicked on the extended explanation.

[“Forget-me-not”, before you say this to others, please don’t forget yourself. ]

Seeing this, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

What bad luck...

This really isn't his own world. There's no luck buff at all, right?

This is strange. I have been thinking about the son of luck for so long, so it should be able to improve a little...

The brave man muttered to himself and couldn't help wanting to sigh.

In the presence of everyone, with people in front and behind and no place to hide, it is impossible to use a substitute robot to hide again.

Ugh……

He could already imagine that after he recovered, these people's feelings towards him would probably become even more complicated.

But in this way, the winery should be unable to take any action for the time being.

After all, if it was complete amnesia, he wouldn't be in charge.

Can it be considered as a short vacation for myself?

While thinking, Yun Xianhe had already ordered the robots that were still outside to protect Zhu Fu Jingguang and others.

He himself didn't care.

Even if he lost all his memory, no one could beat him.

Maybe the stimulating experience could wake him up from his amnesia ahead of time.

It's just a little troublesome...it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Brother Xianhe?"

Conan, who was walking in front, saw Yun Xianhe still staying where he was, so he turned around and looked for him.

The corridor was a bit messy with debris piled up. The young man standing in it had cold eyebrows and eyes, like an immortal who had strayed into the human world.

The orange light that was originally set for the atmosphere now fell on the thin figure, making it look a bit bleak.

It's like a parting shot from an old movie.

It feels like the opponent will fall down in the next second.

Conan's eyelids jumped when he thought of this for no reason, and he walked towards Yun Xianhe with some uneasiness in his heart:

"Let's go, Brother Xianhe. We agreed to have a big meal, right?"

Looking at Conan who was walking towards him quickly, Yun Xianhe took a deep breath and raised the corners of his lips slightly:

"Conan, how about we make a deal?"

"Hmm? What agreement?"

A feeling of uneasiness lingers in my heart.

Conan looked at the person whose lips had turned pale due to the rain, and reached out to grab the other's hand with some concern.

The fingertips that touched her were as cold as jade.

The brave man lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his little friend, his eyes deep.

He reached out and rubbed the other person's head twice, and said in a light tone:

"If I am bewitched by bad people and do something bad, just stab me."

"?"

Conan's eyes widened when he suddenly heard this request.

Yun Xianhe looked at the other party with disbelief, chuckled, and murmured in a low voice:

“Forget-me-not…”

It's really difficult.

[The penalty module has been loaded and is now issued. ]

A small blue flower appeared at Yun Xianhe's fingertips before the auxiliary system's prompt sound faded.

The hero stuck the flower on the leg of Conan's glasses as if as a prank, and then chuckled at him.

"Don't tell Mr. Guang."

A needle-like pain spread from the back of the head, and the fishy and sweet taste of rust rushed up the throat.

The sealing property brought by "Forget-me-not" is being read.

Yun Xianhe felt that his memory was fading away bit by bit. Under the influence of the high fever that had developed unknowingly, he felt that the pictures in front of him began to drop frames.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes stared at Conan without blinking.

After the crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, a look of confusion and mist spread upward.

Conan was stunned by the stare of the pair of crystal clear glass beads and opened his mouth to call the other person's name.

[The storage is completed, "Forget Me Not" is officially released. 】

In an instant, the stagnant feeling of having my memory emptied mixed with the onset of a migraine, the dizziness from a cold, and the sudden pain in my heart.

The young boy's thin figure swayed slightly.

Arthritis exacerbates the body's imbalance.

Finally, with the little detective looking horrified, Yun Xianhe fell face down into the pile of debris.

"Xianhe?!"

Takagi, who was walking in front and leading the way, was startled by the little detective's heart-wrenching call.

He turned his head suddenly and found that the two people who were following him had been left so far behind without him knowing when.

Blood stains flowed down the corners of the hero's mouth. The bright red color and the almost transparent white skin looked particularly dazzling.

But the expression on the unconscious person's face was so calm.

It was as if he had known that he would become like this.

Conan had no strength to hold Yun Xianhe and was even staggered by him.

He looked at the person lying there without any response, and reached out to push him in panic:

"Brother Xianhe? Hey, Xianhe? Xianhe! Wake up! Xianhe!"

"Did something happen?"

Hearing his shout, Yuya Kazami, who was escorting people down from above, handed the blindfolded Ireland to someone beside him and walked down quickly.

When he saw Yun Xianhe lying on the ground, he was completely stunned.

"What happened to Mr. Yun?! Ambulance!"

"There's someone downstairs! I'll go get them right away!"

Gao Mu turned around and went downstairs.

Because they didn't know where the other party was injured, Conan and Fumihiko Yuya didn't dare to touch him.

Conan reached out his hand again and again to wipe the blood from the corner of Yun Xianhe's mouth.

But it can't be stopped at all.

The bright red color quickly stained his handkerchief, and even the cuffs of his usual blue suit and the white shirt underneath were soaked.

The blue forget-me-not that was stuck on the leg of the glasses dangled and fell off, floating on the boy's collar.

It seems like he is seeing the other person off.

The warmth from my fingertips gradually dried up and turned cold.

Conan was a little scared.

He put one hand on Yun Xianhe's pulse and wiped the blood off him with the other hand.

But, it just can't be wiped clean.

The little detective gnashed his teeth, his voice trembling a little:

"Brother Xianhe, you are a liar. You clearly said that you wanted to have dinner together, why didn't you keep your word... Don't scare me..."

Yuya Kazami, who was standing by, sent the news of Yun Xianhe's fall to Ling Furugaya.

Mr. Yun caught such a big fish for them this time, and this injury must have been caused by that.

As partners, they need to do something.

Ireland, who was left upstairs, naturally heard their loud shouting not long ago.

The brows beneath the black cloth bag raised slightly.

He tilted his head curiously and wanted to take a look, but was stopped by the police officer next to him.

"be honest."

The man whose mouth was blocked and unable to speak let out a long breath.

What a pity, I didn’t get to see the fun.

But how did the other party get injured?

Is it because he is too awesome?