Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

It is unfair both to Yun Xianhe and to those who have been forgotten by him.

It is true that there may be unspeakable suffering in past experiences.

But those brilliant years that bring joy every time they are recalled are even more precious to the brave ones who cherish their emotions.

"Let nature take its course."

A cup of hot tea was pushed over.

Conan raised his eyes to glance at Zhu Fu Jingguang who had a faint expression, and whispered "thank you".

After all, they can never replace the positions of those people in each other's hearts.

When Hagiwara Kenji asked Yun Xianhe to call him brother, and they saw that he did not respond even though he had lost his memory, they should have come to their senses.

Conan and the other three boys all knew this.

Xiaolan, who was unaware of the situation, didn't think much about it. She just felt that the other person might be as confused and scared as she was when she lost her memory, so she couldn't help but worry about him.

After all, the other party was injured in order to stop that person so that she and Conan could leave successfully...

The people present had different thoughts, but none of them had any dark ideas.

The heartless amnesiac took a rare and relaxing nap.

I didn’t dream about anything and my heart felt empty, but at least my usually tense nerves relaxed a lot.

Yun Xianhe was a little confused when he woke up and found the living room empty.

The boy scratched his hair that had curled up due to sleep and looked around.

There was a faint sound of talking coming from a room not far away, but it was very soft and not very clear.

Yun Xianhe, who felt that everyone should be in that room, yawned lazily and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

There was something sticky stuck to it.

Yun Xianhe tore it off and took a look at it, then realized it was a fever-reducing patch.

He touched his forehead carefully and found nothing wrong with the temperature.

The self-satisfied person threw the fever-reducing patch into the trash can, turned the brick over, and slowly stroked the other person's back hair.

After rubbing his head for a while, Yun Xianhe felt bored, so he picked up a book from the bookshelf on the wall and started reading.

The cold wind blew through the window lattice, making a slight humming sound.

The boy's clear, heterochromatic eyes slightly raised and fell on the white snow outside the window.

This time someone remembered to wear a coat and shoes.

After opening the French window, Yun Xianhe paused before leaving, turned back and said in the direction of the room where the voices came from:

"I'm going out."

Yun Xianhe stood there and waited for a while without getting a response, so he took it as the other party's tacit consent.

He walked to the outer corridor carrying the unfinished book and sat down on the floor.

I hadn't read a few pages of the book when I started staring at the distant sky.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang and others in the room finished their discussion and came out, they saw Yun Xianhe who had been sitting outside for some reason.

Zhu Fu Jingguang walked over quickly and was slightly relieved to see that the other party was wearing his coat and shoes properly.

The snowflakes swirled around the boy with the wind.

The other person just sat there, his body relaxed, his eyes staring calmly at the distant sky.

It’s like seeing the longed-for sunshine through the gray clouds.

Zhu Fujing looked at the back, his eyes inevitably following the other person's white hair that was blown by the wind.

The loose pages of the book in the other person's hand rustled.

In a trance, the person in front of me seemed to be like those snowflakes, blown away by the wind for a moment.

His eyes focused and Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously reached out to Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe, who was grabbed by the shoulders, was not frightened because Zhu Fu Jingguang's footsteps were not light.

He just turned back and looked at the other person calmly, tilting his head in confusion:

"Ok?"

The words 'don't leave' were stuck on the tip of my tongue under the gaze of those eyes.

Zhu Fujingguang pursed his lips, feeling the solid sensation under his palm, and his throat tightened a little:

"...Xianhe, why did you go sit outside?"

"like."

Being in contact with the natural environment makes him feel very comfortable.

Yun Xianhe did not explain too much, just replied with two brief words.

Zhu Fujingguang was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he smiled and said in a half-coaxing way:

"Have you been sitting outside for a long time, Xianhe? It's cold outside, let's go back inside and warm up."

"Ah."

Yun Xianhe, who felt some pain in his limbs and joints, did not refuse. He got up and followed the other party back to the house.

Haibara Ai, who was standing not far away in the living room, noticed the other person tapping his head with his fingers.

Migraine?

After stepping into the living room, Yun Xianhe discovered that there were two people in the room whom he had never seen before.

A little girl with black hair, and a dark-skinned man with blond hair.

Conan is still there, but Xiaolan and Kenji Hagiwara are gone.

But none of this has much to do with him.

Because I don't remember.

He himself has little curiosity about external things.

Yun Xianhe obediently followed Zhu Fujingguang and sat on the sofa. He reached out and took the brick in his arms and squeezed it.

Surrounded by a chill, Banzhuan struggled to wake up.

Seeing that it was Yun Xianhe, he fell asleep again without a care in the world.

Huiyuan Ai looked at Yun Xianhe who seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, turned around and whispered to Conan:

"Has he always been like this? No interest in the outside world?"

"You can't say that. Brother Xianhe currently... just has little interest in people."

Hearing this, Huiyuan Aimei's heart skipped a beat:

"What do you mean?"

Conan thought about it carefully and tried to explain:

"Maybe it's because of amnesia. He doesn't remember us, so he won't take the initiative to talk to us. Unless we talk to him, he prefers to be in a daze, or like he did just now."

"Go outside and get some fresh air?"

"It should be... to enjoy the scenery."

Well, going out to enjoy the scenery in this weather is no different from deliberately blowing the wind.

Haibara Ai looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to be in a daze, and always felt a little uncomfortable.

She was still used to the Yun Xianhe who was always fooling people and talking and laughing.

Now this guy is more like his namesake, but also more worrying.

Toru Amuro, who was standing aside, couldn't help frowning as he looked at the quiet Yun Xianhe.

Is there something else that Ireland hasn't explained?

Is this what it looks like after being hit by a rifle butt?

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw that Yun Xianhe had no reaction to Huiyuan Ai and the others' presence, so he began to introduce them:

"These two are also your friends, Xianhe."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe's eyes moved and he looked in the direction Zhu Fu Jingguang was looking.

With the experience from last time, the two began to introduce themselves skillfully.

But Yun Xianhe just nodded without any further reaction. Even when Zhu Fu Jingguang said he wanted to do an examination, he was obedient and cooperated by rolling up his sleeves.

However, when Haibara Ai approached with the syringe.

The person who had not reacted just now suddenly took action and slapped the syringe out of the other person's hand.

The dropped syringe bounced a few times on the wooden floor and slid under the sofa.

The sudden situation left everyone stunned.

Yun Xianhe blinked twice in confusion, looked at the little girl in front of him who was protecting the back of her hand, and said sincerely:

"Feel sorry."

Although, he didn't know why he did this.