Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"snowman?"

"Well, Xianhe seems to be particularly concerned about the snowmen we built yesterday."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was secretly chatting with Conan behind others' back, turned around and glanced at the seat in the distance.

Seeing Yun Xianhe sitting in his seat and listening carefully to what Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei were saying, he turned around and continued to say to Conan:

"I think when we get to the beach, we should build some sand castles or something. Xianhe should be interested, right?"

Conan remained noncommittal upon hearing what he said.

After all, according to Yun Xianhe's playful personality, he will definitely be very happy.

This trip was prepared in a hurry.

But those who knew about the situation still gathered together.

The person who always helped them in the past now needs their help, so how could they refuse as friends?

It was almost noon when the group of people arrived at the beach.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara were carrying kayaks and walking in front, talking and laughing, and turning back from time to time to talk to Yun Xianhe.

Although the latter speaks little, he listens very attentively.

"The last time we came here to play with Xiaoyun, you just carried this big kayak by yourself and ran away. You were really fast."

"By the way, you were holding the child in your hand at that time."

Conan, whose name was called, was holding a picnic basket.

Hearing what Matsuda Jinpei said, he looked up and nodded towards Yun Xianhe, his tone brisk:

"That's right! Brother Xianhe was super fast at that time! Whoosh! He ran to the other end of the beach."

The young detective tried his best to describe his past experiences vividly like a child.

Yun Xianhe, who was listening, seemed to be thinking about something. He reached out and took the picnic basket from Conan's arms, and picked him up at the same time.

Conan suddenly flew into the air: "?? Xianhe brother?"

Yun Xianhe thought that the other person was being pinched by one hand and felt uncomfortable.

So he adjusted his hand movements, letting Conan sit on his arms and holding him in a safe position.

Conan, whose vision suddenly rose, felt that many eyes were focused on him.

Although those people were most likely looking at Yun Xianhe's face, Conan, who was affected, still felt uncomfortable for a moment.

However, he was always held and carried by Yun Xianhe before, so Conan quickly got used to those gazes and even looked around with interest.

Xiaolan and Yuanzi, who were not far behind Yun Xianhe, also saw the same scene.

Xiaolan looked at Conan who was looking around and couldn't help but chuckle:

"It seems like Conan is very happy."

Yuanzi on the side said carelessly:

"It's normal. Children of this age love to be held."

The detective, who looked like a child but was already 17 years old at heart, blushed.

My original intention to observe the surroundings has been greatly reduced.

Conan pushed Yun Xianhe's shoulder and struggled to get down:

"Brother Xianhe, please put me down. I am already a grown-up boy! It's not good to be seen like this!"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe tilted his head and looked at him, his tone puzzled:

"Will they? I think they are like that too."

"Huh? Who?"

"there."

Conan followed the other person's line of sight and saw an adult in the crowd who was also holding his own child.

The real child looked very happy after being lifted up high, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing.

Next to the uncle, there were a few little kids clamoring for a hug.

Seeing this, Conan's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Yun Xianhe with a somewhat complicated expression.

If he were to find an opportunity to explain to Yun Xianhe that he was actually 17 years old, it was just for some reasons...

Hmm...even though it's my own personal experience, it sounds ridiculous and I don't think anyone will believe it, right?

By the way, I don’t know what happened to the member of the organization who wanted to kidnap Brother Xianhe but was killed in the explosion.

If other people knew Yun Xianhe's information and knew that he had lost his memory and was so gullible, they would definitely cause trouble.

No, it's okay...

You have to believe what Brother Xianhe said at that time.

Since the other party said at the time that the matter had been dealt with, it should be fine.

…Damn it, it’s all because of him.

If he knew more, if he could be more powerful, he would be able to better protect Brother Xianhe.

As he thought about it, Conan, feeling depressed, sighed.

Yun Xianhe on the side glanced at him:

"Conan wants it too?"

Obviously, someone misunderstood what he meant.

"what?"

Conan didn't react yet.

Yun Xianhe stopped and put the picnic basket in his left hand on the ground.

Then he put his hands under Conan's armpits, imitated the action of the uncle he had just seen, and lifted the little detective up.

Looking at Conan who looked stunned, Yun Xianhe paused and added:

"Flying high?"

Seeing that Conan didn't react, Yun Xianhe shook his arms.

Conan shook twice and said: "..."

Weak, pitiful, and confused.

"puff,"

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst the laughter and joy, there was a little detective who gently shattered.

·

On a beach away from the crowds.

Conan with crescent eyes sat under a parasol drinking ice soda.

Under another parasol next to him, Kogoro Mouri was lying on a beach chair, looking at the people in the crowd in the distance.

Xiaolan and Sonoko couldn't wait to go to the beach to play in the water.

The three members of the police academy team were packing up the things they brought, preparing to have a barbecue here in the afternoon after the sun sets, just like last time.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

And our brave man was using a plastic shovel to dig holes and build sand castles with a serious look on his face.

A high-end and elegant sand castle can often be built in the simplest way.

After working for half a day, Master Yun successfully compacted the foundation, began to pile sand on it, and then used a small shovel to cut shapes.

Judging from the serious expression on his face, this project will be worth at least a small goal after completion.

Conan was bored and looked at Yun Xianhe with a popsicle stick in his mouth.

The latter successfully made three small dolls with sand, just like the snowman he made yesterday, less than a meter outside the range of the parasol.

Seeing this, Conan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"Mr. Midorikawa is right..."

Thanks to his photographic memory, Yun Xianhe replicated the snowman very easily.

Then, I didn’t know what to do.

The man holding the shovel paused, looked up and counted the number of people present, then silently added five more dolls.

Exquisite technology, very suitable for making works of art.

"Brother Xianhe, come and take a rest. Be careful of heatstroke."

Yun Xianhe looked up when he heard the voice and saw Conan holding a bottle of soda.

"it is good."

Yun Xianhe built a circle of sand wall to protect the puppet, put down the shovel, walked over to Conan and sat down.

Bubbles burst on the tip of the tongue.

Yun Xianhe, who drank sparkling water for the first time after losing his memory, narrowed his eyes slightly and took another sip.

Delicious.

The three people who had finished packing their things on the other side also squeezed under the parasol.

However, because there were so many people, half of Matsuda's body was still exposed.