Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe glanced at the note in his hand that looked like a child's prank.

"ORO"... Gold?

Out of the corner of his eye he saw three men in black hiding behind a statue not far away, and Yun Xianhe silently returned the note to Conan.

Looking at Yun Xianhe, whose emotions seemed to have stabilized, Conan considered for a moment:

"Xianhe, brother, did you see anything?"

"Well, those three letters mean gold in some countries' languages."

"Really?!"

So this note is really the so-called treasure map? !

Conan was very surprised by this.

He stared at the note in his hand with a slight frown on his brows, always feeling that things were not that simple.

If it really is a treasure, who wrote it down and why was it left here?

Seeing Conan thinking about something, Yun Xianhe did not disturb him.

The young man half raised his head to glance at the clouds in the sky, exhaled slightly, and looked at the three weirdos calmly.

Foreigners... don't look like good people.

The creases in the clothes...is there a weapon in the hand?

Hmm? Is this note theirs?

Yun Xianhe tilted his head slightly, remembering the TV report he had just heard on the road.

It seems to mean that there are still three bandits on the loose?

Very good, the quantity is correct.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe didn't look at them, the three little ones breathed a sigh of relief.

Ayumi looked at the half of Yun Xianhe's face that was exposed, and always felt that Conan's brother was as handsome as a star on TV.

But, the other party is so fierce...

As if he noticed their gazes, Yun Xianhe, who was originally looking into the distance, lowered his head and glanced at them again.

Huh?! Look here, look here!!

The three little ones, who had never been stared at with such emotionless eyes, froze.

It seemed like they understood for the first time what a fierce look meant - it was even scarier than what they saw on TV!

However, Yun Xianhe just glanced at them and turned to look at Conan.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes hidden behind the glasses blinked, and seemed to return to their usual bright appearance.

"Go home early. I left some gifts for you and Xiaolan at Uncle Maori's place. If you go back too late, be careful that they are gone."

Yun Xianhe gave Conan an instruction in his usual joking tone.

The latter responded obediently.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who waved to him and left, Conan was silent for a while.

Don’t you like kids… or is there some other reason?

"Conan, your brother looks so scary..."

Seeing Yun Xianhe leave, Bu Mei patted her chest with lingering fear.

Mitsuhiko and Genta, who were standing beside her, nodded seriously.

It was the first time that Conan saw these three people being so well behaved. He smiled stiffly but still explained:

"Brother Xianhe is not a bad person. He must have misunderstood you just now. If you get along with him for a long time, you will find that he is a very good person."

"Really?"

Obviously the three little ones still don't quite believe it.

Conan didn't explain too much, some things can only be understood by experiencing them personally.

"Don't you want to go find treasure?"

The little detective shook the note in his hand and regained his usual confident smile:

"Since Brother Xianhe said this is true, it means that as long as we solve this clue, we can really find the treasure."

"Treasure!"

"Then let's get going!"

The three bandits hiding behind the statue looked at Conan and the others who were setting out to look for the treasure and smiled sinisterly.

Since someone is helping them find things, they don't need to rush and can just follow behind.

"That kid from before..."

"Don't worry about him. The other party probably didn't see us. We just need to follow those little ghosts."

"and then?"

"Tsk, then of course it's killing people and stealing treasures."

"Oh - good idea."

"Really? Hahaha! You're talking a lot today, kid. Why, are you happy?"

The mustached man in the lead laughed loudly, reached out and directly embraced the brother who usually didn't talk much, and teased him a few words.

The slightly shorter man looked at him in confusion:

"I didn't say anything."

"Huh? If it's not you who's talking, then who is it?"

As he spoke, the man with a mustache glanced at the other man next to him, who also shook his head.

"it's me."

The sudden appearance of the fourth person's voice made the three robbers freeze.

The mustached man in the lead looked back and met Yun Xianhe's expressionless eyes.

The brave man, who hadn't fought with anyone for a long time, tilted his head slightly, moved his wrist, raised his hand and chopped the big man on the far left with a knife, knocking him unconscious.

His speed was so fast that the man with the mustache only saw a flash before his eyes, and his brother next to him fell directly to the ground.

"you,!"

The man came to his senses and quickly pulled out his gun.

Yun Xianhe raised his hand, pressed the opponent's shoulder, pushed his arm back, and threw an uppercut at him.

The mustache man screamed and fell down with his head raised.

His head hit the statue behind him hard and he lost consciousness on the spot.

The only remaining short robber took the opportunity to pull out his gun and aimed at Yun Xianhe:

"Stop it!"

"It's noisy."

The expressionless hero stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's gun hand with one hand, twisted it upwards, and gave him a clean hook punch.

boom!

The gunshots alarmed the people around, and the crowd fled in panic.

The short robber who was punched shook his head fiercely and kicked Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe dodged the attack by slightly turning sideways, not giving the opponent a chance to continue attacking.

With a slight force on his wrist, he directly broke the opponent's wrist holding the gun, grabbed his collar with one hand and pulled it down, then raised his knee and pushed it straight into his lower abdomen.

Before the short robber could even scream, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of sour water, and his whole body became weak and fell limply to the ground.

The battle ended very quickly.

When the nearby guards arrived, they saw the three men in black lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, and Yun Xianhe standing there with a gun in his hand.

Looking at the guard who seemed a little frightened, Yun Xianhe let out a sigh of relief, threw the gun to the ground, and said calmly:

"Please call the police and contact Inspector Megure of the First Investigation Division and tell them that the remaining three members of the robber group have been captured."

at the same time.

Conan, who was less than a street away from the crime scene, was startled when he heard the gunshot.

"Was that...a gunshot?"

Mitsuhiko, who was looking at the clues, spoke out hesitantly.

Conan looked back at the Toudou Art Museum they had just left, gritted his teeth and ran back:

"You three stay here!"

"Hey! Conan!"

Conan ran to the edge of the crowd, took a few deep breaths, and looked around for Yun Xianhe.

The little detective who didn't find the person used his body to squeeze into the crowd and just happened to see the other person standing next to the statue and talking to someone.

"Brother Xianhe!"

Yun Xianhe paused for a moment, told the security guards to remember to search the robbers for guns, then turned and walked towards Conan:

"Why are you back? Aren't you going to play with them?"

"What happened here?! You're not hurt?"

Yun Xianhe, who received the concern, curled the corners of his lips slightly and coughed twice softly:

"It's totally fine. I'm not as weak as you think, Conan."

Conan looked Yun Xianhe up and down carefully, and found that even his clothes were not messy, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, who are those three people?"

"The Maple Leaf Gold robbers, the note you just took belonged to these people."

At this point, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and gave Conan a slap on the head, his tone somewhat helpless:

"Where is your vigilance as a detective? These three just wanted to follow you and reap the benefits. And they have weapons in their hands. If you are caught by them, you will be dead."

"Sigh - sorry, I will be more careful next time."

Conan rubbed his forehead twice.

When he noticed that the three men had fallen not far from where they had just talked, he felt a little scared.

Yun Xianhe sighed slightly:

"Curiosity without anti-detection capabilities is a recipe for disaster for an industry that walks on the edge of danger."

"Yes……"

"Well, never mind. I'll teach you about counter-reconnaissance and the like later. Now...your friend is here to see you."

Looking at the three little creatures gradually squeezing in from the crowd, Yun Xianhe's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Raising his hand, he pushed Conan out of the cordon and Yun Xianhe yawned slightly.

The boy cleared his mind and looked up at the sky, calculating in his mind how long it would take for Inspector Megure to arrive here.

The mustached man who woke up slowly beside the statue saw the guard searching another robber nearby. His pupils shrank behind his sunglasses and his muscles tensed.

When the police officer approached and was about to handcuff him, he raised his leg and kicked the man hard.

"what!!"

It happened quite suddenly, and no one present expected him to wake up suddenly.

The mustached man with blood still flowing from his head quickly got up from the ground.

He first glanced at the police officer being dragged away by his companions, then glanced at the scene.

After seeing Yun Xianhe at the edge of the crowd, the man pulled out a pistol from his waist and shot at the other person:

"Go to hell!"

boom!

Just before the gunshot, Youshen Yun Xianhe suddenly felt his hair stand on end and he twisted his body almost subconsciously.

The bullet grazed the boy's shoulder and hit a nearby art statue, leaving a bloody bullet hole.

Yun Xianhe turned around and looked at the crazy robber with a frown. For a long time he couldn't understand why the other party was not locked up.

Just because the other person has blood on his head and looks like he is about to die, should we let our guard down against such a vicious criminal?

"what!!!"

The crowd became panicked again because of this shot.

The continuous screams irritated the man, and he roared fiercely:

"Don't move! Shut up!"

The confused onlookers stood still stiffly.

The sound of sirens coming from afar seemed particularly abrupt at this moment, and once again irritated the man with the mustache.

He raised his eyebrows and sneered twice, then pointed his gun at Yun Xianhe who had been standing there without moving.

"Boy, come here."