Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Seeing that the other party did not respond for a long time, Hagiwara Kenji poked Yun Xianhe's cheek:

"Xiaoyun?"

The dazed boy blinked and refocused his gaze on the face of the person in front of him.

"Ah."

"Don't you want to call me brother?"

When asked this question, Yun Xianhe was silent for a moment.

He looked at Kenji Hagiwara, whose eyes were full of anticipation, and opened his mouth slightly.

I can't shout.

I always feel like something is wrong.

My heart ached briefly.

Yun Xianhe subconsciously reached out and rubbed his chest twice.

So strange…

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing by, felt nervous when he saw this:

"Is Xianhe feeling unwell?"

The person being asked hesitated for a moment, because just now, the pain in his heart had stopped.

"It doesn't hurt now. Why?"

This is strange.

The boy's confused expression was heartbreaking to see.

Zhu Fu Jingguang comforted him slowly:

"It's okay, it's just, um, it's just that Xianhe, your heart condition has been a little bad recently. It will be fine after you rest for a while."

"That's right, Xiaoyun, you just need to rest for a while."

Yun Xianhe could tell that their reactions were strange, but he didn't refute them.

Because there is no malice.

"Brother Hagiwara, let's get in the car first."

Conan next to him changed the subject.

Nearly 20 minutes had passed since they stood here waiting for the bus.

Although Yun Xianhe was wearing very warm clothes, he could not guarantee that the other party's high fever that had subsided this morning would not relapse.

After hearing this, Kenji Hagiwara no longer insisted on letting Yun Xianhe continue to call him brother or something like that, and hurriedly pushed him towards the car.

"I almost forgot, Xiaoyun, you are still a patient."

"I've been discharged from the hospital."

You can't be considered a patient.

Conan, who seemed to have barely understood his train of thought, twitched his lips when he heard that, and trotted over to open the car door for the other party.

After thinking about it, Kenji Hagiwara finally understood what Yun Xianhe meant.

He was somewhat amused:

"You are no longer a patient once you leave the hospital. At least you have to be cured of your illness."

"Oh."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe nodded and decided to get better quickly.

Why is he sick?

The person who still subconsciously believed that "I will not get sick" was stunned again, but did not stop. He followed the force of Kenji Hagiwara and sat obediently in the back seat.

After thinking for a long time without being able to figure out the reason, the person decided to ask directly.

Looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, Yun Xianhe asked politely:

"Excuse me, am I seriously ill?"

Zhu Fujingguang paused while fastening his seat belt.

He tilted his head to look at the person sitting there obediently, his eyes complicated for a moment.

Zhu Fu Jingguang tried his best to hide his emotions, but he forced a smile and said slowly:

"Don't think too much, Xianhe, it's just temporary amnesia."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe tilted his head:

"reason?"

"…It's still under investigation."

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boom!

The sound of palms slamming on the table echoed in the small interrogation room.

Amuro Toru placed his hands on the table, leaning down, looking down at Ireland, who had a playful look in his eyes, with a tone that could be described as sinister:

"Let me ask you again, what did you do to Yun Xianhe on the Neon Tower last night?"

"Hmm—I forgot."

The ending sound of every word in Irish is dragged out very long, making people sound like they deserve a beating.

Those gloomy eyes were full of amusement at this moment, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was very sarcastic.

He moved closer to Amuro Toru, admiring his deep gray-purple eyes, and said in a bad tone:

"Officer, before I answer your questions, won't you explain why you are here, Bourbon?"

It's hidden deep enough.

If Gin and the others knew that the rising star they valued was actually an undercover agent, their expressions would be very interesting.

I really want to see with my own eyes how furious that guy is...

Ireland thought badly.

Toru Amuro didn't react much after being provoked.

He just stared at Ireland calmly, and after a while he asked:

"Do you want to see Pisco?"

Hearing this, Ireland's pupils shrank slightly, and he asked in disbelief:

"He's still alive?! Where?!"

The person who stood up because he was too shocked was handcuffed and dragged back to the chair.

The crisp sound of chains colliding and the muffled groan of pain were heard at the same time.

However, Ireland was not in the mood to pay too much attention to his injured arm. He just stared at Amuro Toru, trying to find any signs of him lying.

He frowned and before Amuro Toru could speak, he retorted:

"No, that group of people clearly said last time..."

Ireland suddenly remembered something while speaking, and muttered with sudden enlightenment:

"Oh, you are in the same group... You teamed up to deceive me!"

On the rooftop, using pain and fear as stimulation, accompanied by videos without substance.

The purpose is just to shake his mind.

Or maybe, just to get rid of him with the help of the organization?

Seeing that he understood, Amuro Toru curled the corners of his lips, raised his upper body, and spoke slowly:

"Do you want to see him? If so, tell me everything that happened last night."

"Wait, how can I be sure you're not lying to me?"

Apparently Ireland has learned their lesson this time.

It seemed as if he had expected him to say that.

Toru Amuro waved to Yuya Kazami who was taking statements not far away.

The latter skillfully called up the surveillance footage on the laptop and handed it to Toru Amuro.

Ireland's eyes followed Yuya Kazami as he stood up.

His jaw tightened until he saw Pisco on the computer screen, which showed him moving in a room blocked by iron bars.

"Still not convinced?"

Amuro Toru raised her eyebrows slightly, casually placed the notebook on the table in front of Ireland, then walked to the wall and pulled up the blinds blocking the window.

Behind the one-way glass was the cell where Pisco was imprisoned.

Toru Amuro tapped lightly on the single-phase glass.

Reality and the surveillance footage were synchronized. Pisco froze when he heard the sound and subconsciously looked around.

At the same time, a very light knocking sound came out from the laptop with a delay.

"Do you believe it now?"

Seeing that Pisco was really still alive, Ireland was silent for a while before speaking:

"I do not know."

Feng Jianwenyan, who was in charge of taking notes, pushed his glasses and looked at the stubborn Ireland with some displeasure:

"Do you think you can get away?"

Hearing this, Ireland sneered, with a helpless expression:

"I really do not know."

Knowing that Pisco was still alive, Ireland was no longer as sarcastic as before.

He was half-crouched in the interrogation chair, with his intact arms and legs handcuffed at the four corners.

Even the arm that was hung around the neck after being processed was not spared.

Perhaps because he knew he couldn't escape, Ireland didn't make any other moves except for the excited moment when he wanted to stand up.

Why struggle? Your wounds still hurt.

The killer with a miserable face looked at the unfriendly faces of Yuya Kazami and Toru Amuro, and couldn't help but chuckle:

"Bourbon, it's no use looking at me like that. I've already said what I need to say."