Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Conan, who also realized this problem, coughed to cover up his previous reasoning and continued to answer the questions of others.

Knowing that the evidence was conclusive and that he could not escape, Xiunian generously admitted it when he heard Maori say that he and Zhongnian were brothers.

"Yes, that's right... Monk Zhongnian is indeed my biological brother."

Yun Xianhe nodded slightly when he heard Xiunian talk about how she entered the temple and how she had been lying dormant for so long just to find the murderer who killed her brother.

I even want to say to Conan:

Look, this is what we call patience.

And when Yun Xianhe heard Xiunian say that he first tried to dissuade the abbot from surrendering himself, and then killed him because of the other party's verbal provocation after being rejected, he was not surprised at all.

After telling everything, Xiu Nian seemed relieved, but also smiled somewhat unwillingly:

"I'm so sorry, Detective. If you had visited this temple two years ago... I wouldn't be where I am today."

Yun Xianhe, who was standing next to Conan, watched Xiu Nian being taken away expressionlessly.

He glanced at Conan, who seemed to be in some strange self-blame and lonely mood, and put his hand on the other's shoulder.

"Don't listen."

The hoarse voice was weak but firm, like a sudden thunder in the spring rain, interrupting the detective's thoughts.

Conan looked up at Yun Xianhe in a daze.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell into the brave man's heterochromatic eyes, as if to blend all the tenderness in the world into them.

Yun Xianhe patted the little detective on the shoulder and said softly:

"it's not your fault."

Why should we share and place the guilt of getting angry, losing control and killing people on others?

In other words.

If the case had been solved two years ago, when the abbot came out of prison,

How can you ensure that you will not feel angry when looking at that living sinner?

It's just that a dying man made a wish for God to ordinary people.

The regret of impotence and misery.

The wind brought the petals of the mountain cherry blossoms.

Yun Xianhe reached out and took a piece, handed it to the little detective, and gestured seriously:

"Look, the mountain god has sent you gifts to comfort you."

“…Hahaha! What…Brother Xianhe, you really act like a child sometimes.”

But...it is precisely these extremely childish and immature words that can always eliminate the anxiety of those around them.

Conan clenched the petals in his hands, as if he really felt the blessing of the mountain god, and felt a lot more relaxed.

Looking at Conan who was smiling, Yun Xianhe curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction and took him to find Inspector Megure.

Uncle Maori hasn't woken up yet, and they need to take Officer Megure's car to get down the mountain, so they can't miss it.

·

After finishing his statement at the police station, Yun Xianhe rushed home before dark. When he saw the lights on on the first floor of his house, he was filled with emotion.

My own little nest is still the best...

The excited hero pushed open the door and shouted:

"Mr. Guang! I'm going to, cough cough cough!"

"Welcome back, what's wrong?! Is your throat worse?!"

Damn it, forget about it.

After sitting on the sofa and typing to Zhu Fu Jingguang about what he had experienced that day and night, Yun Xianhe looked at the other person eagerly.

The lights in the living room were bright and warm, and the comfortable temperature made Yun Xianhe feel lazy and a little sleepy.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of food.

A certain brave man who was still waiting for Zhu Fu Jingguang to finish reading his essay suddenly remembered:

Today, he seems to have not eaten all day...

I’m starving!

The brave man realized this and his face gradually turned pale. He reached out his hand tremblingly and grabbed Zhu Fushiki's arm:

"Mr. Guang... I feel... I'm starving..."

"?! Didn't you eat?!"

Tons of hunger were coming.

Yun Xianhe forced a curl of his lips and lay down on the sofa with his head tilted back.

His vision went dark and he felt like he couldn't get up anymore.

Is this... hypoglycemia?

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Zhu Fu Jingguang felt as if he saw something transparent white floating out of Yun Xianhe’s mouth.

"Xianhe?! Cheer up! There's soup in the pot, eat something first! Slow down! Mr. Maori and the others don't even give you food! "

After some 'rescue', our brave man avoided starving to death.

Yun Xianhe collapsed on the sofa and began to think about why he didn't feel hungry all day.

Finally, it was concluded that the person at the crime scene might have been too depressed and had a poor appetite, so he forgot about it.

Zhu Fujing poured a cup of warm water for Yun Xianhe, and there was still some worry between his brows:

"Are you okay?"

Yun Xianhe made an OK gesture and rubbed his stomach with lingering fear.

Fortunately, almost no one was killed.

Zhu Fujing looked at Yun Xianhe, who was lying on the sofa and seemed to be about to fall asleep, and smiled helplessly:

"If Xianhe feels sleepy, go up and have a rest."

Yun Xianhe thought this sentence made sense and gave the other party a thumbs up.

Before going upstairs, Yun Xianhe solemnly handed the whole box of cherry blossom petals in his backpack to Zhu Fu Jingguang.

He also expressed his desire to eat cookies that were not too sweet and his high expectations for the other person's cooking skills.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had collected a whole cherry blossom bookmark in his notebook, looked at Yun Xianhe who was full of expectation, smiled helplessly and sighed:

"I try my best."

"ヾ(?°?°?)??"

The brave man with a sore throat jumped silently to express his happiness.

After successfully harvesting a lot of cherry blossom cookies and salted cherry blossoms on the second day,

The generous hero expressed his friendship to Mr. Guang.

Looking at the incredibly small portable communication device in his hand, which even came with instructions for use, Jingguang Maomao's pupils dilated.

He was about to ask something when the boy opposite him handed him a cookbook.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Yun Xianhe, whose voice was still a little hoarse but who could still speak, sent his sincere blessings to Zhu Fu Jingguang. (?)

Looking at Yun Xianhe, whose foodie nature was fully exposed in front of him, Zhu Fu Jingguang twitched his mouth and said "OK" with a smile.

Forget it, just give it to Zero to give him a headache.

"What's up Xianhe today?"

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was wearing a mask and seemed to be going out, Zhu Fu Jingguang asked subconsciously.

"Well, Editor Moriki asked me to discuss something with him, and then I'll go deliver cookies to Xiaolan and the others. Mr. Guang doesn't need to prepare dinner today. It's troublesome for you to make such a trip."

"It's okay, just be careful on your way."

"Hai Hai Yi——"

Yun Xianhe first went to the Maori Detective Agency to deliver cookies.

After learning from Kogoro Mouri that Conan and Ran were not at home, he felt a little regretful and felt that it was a good thing that he had graduated.

After saying goodbye to Kogoro, Yun Xianhe went to the coffee shop where he had made an appointment with editor Moriki in advance.

After a half-hour discussion,

Editor Morimu shed sad tears when he learned that Yun Xianhe would not update the Brave series this year.

But when he heard Yun Xianhe promise to write one or two short stories, editor Senmu instantly became excited again.

no way.

Although Yun Xianhe is their immediate superior, those fantastic novels about different worlds are really interesting.

Yun Xianhe, who said goodbye to editor Senmu, walked aimlessly on the street, quietly looking at this world where he had lived for almost a year.

Come to think of it, he hasn't taken a good look at the place where he lives now.

Far away in his hometown, these towering buildings have long been occupied by trees and turned into potted rocks with branches growing on them.

Cars and other things have also been replaced by various strange creatures and magic props.

Two thousand years of tremendous changes have returned society to barbarism.

"call--"

Let out a long breath.

Yun Xianhe, whose eyes were dazzled by the reflection of the building's glass, frowned uncomfortably.

He lowered his head as if he was running away, and turned to leave the intersection.

As expected, compared to this kind of city, he still prefers his own city-state surrounded by mountains and rivers.

"What's on this piece of paper?"

"That's right! Could it be a treasure map?"

"Treasure map?"

"How is it possible..."

"What? You dare not believe what Ayumi said?!"

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows when he heard the familiar voice. He turned his head and saw Conan, who seemed to be a little at a loss surrounded by three children.

[“That’s the guy! Hit him!”]

Conan looked at the two people who had gathered around him and smiled awkwardly:

"No, because..."

"Because? Because of what?"

"What are you doing? You are not allowed to bully your classmates."

The sudden intrusion startled Mitsuhiko and the others.

The four little ones looked up blankly and met the eyes of Yun Xianhe, who had been standing next to them without them knowing.

The young man in a black and gray windbreaker looked down at the four people, with a pure black mask covering most of his face.

He lowered his head slightly, and his slightly long white hair blocked half of the light from his face and eyes.

The blue eyes that were like a deep pool and without any highlights stared at them quietly.

It was like looking at a pile of corpses.

Yun Xianhe, who was feeling a little depressed, looked expressionlessly at the three children who seemed to be frightened to tears by him, and said again in a calm tone:

"Don't bully your classmates, got it?"

"I, we..."

"Who are you? I don't want you to mind my business!"

A certain Yuantai classmate stubbornly yelled at the frail person in front of him, with a bit of bluffing in his voice.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head slightly, revealing the other half of his eye that was hidden.

The golden eyes that should have given people warmth now looked like those of a cold-blooded animal, making people shudder.

Kojima Genta was startled by Yun Xianhe's heterochromatic eyes and took a half step back unconsciously:

"A monster..."

[“Monster! You are a monster! That’s why they don’t want you anymore!”]

"We didn't bully Conan..."

[“Who knows why he is crying? We didn’t bully him…”]

“…It’s so noisy.”

Ayumi's body trembled.

Mitsuhiko on the side was so frightened that he couldn't move.

Yuan Tai opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Yun Xianhe's eyes, his brain's instinct to foresee danger started to work wildly, making him unable to speak at all.

He always felt that if he really provoked the other person, this person would hit him directly.

At this moment, the usually amiable hero looked like a demon with human lives on his hands.

"Woo...I want Mama..."

“Xian, Brother Xianhe! They didn’t bully me! Hahahaha, we, we are playing a treasure hunt game!”

Seeing that Yun Xianhe obviously seemed to be a little abnormal, Conan quickly stepped forward to change the subject and quietly reached out to pull the corner of his clothes.

Wake up, Xianhe!

Yun Xianhe lowered his head and looked at Conan quietly for a while.

Just when the young detective felt that the smile on his face was about to collapse, the other party moved.

Yun Xianhe reached out and gently rubbed Conan's head, and asked in a calm tone:

"is it?"

"Hmm, hmm! Brother Xianhe, look, this is what we just picked up!"

Looking at Yun Xianhe who reached out to take the note and seemed to have returned to normal, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

But why?

Why did the other party react so strongly?