Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Curacao is not very polite when speaking.

After all, it was impossible for Cohen to really beat her to death.

In her opinion, Chianti was a brainless madman and the best knife in Gin's hand.

He doesn't think, he just hits wherever he is pointed.

The last time Ireland was killed, the other party should have attacked at the same time as Cohen.

One person aims at the head, and the other aims at the memory card.

The black-robed man who arrived later definitely didn't have time to stop him.

If the mission was accomplished, there wouldn't be so many troubles like the subsequent helicopters being sunk.

Because of this, they were scolded and punished again.

Hearing her words, Chianti snorted coldly and laughed viciously:

"If anyone wants to go, you should go first. Be careful that your little head remembers too many random things, or people will miss you."

Skillful.

Chianti also thinks that it was Curacao's problem that the last cooperation failed to kill Ireland in the first place.

After all, it was the other party who was driving the helicopter at that time.

It even gave the man in black a chance to jump onto their helicopter, causing her to be almost shot by that guy.

"…ha?"

Chianti's words touched upon a powder keg.

Curacao's eyes suddenly became sharp and he stared at Chianti.

The latter looked at him as if he was saying "I wasn't wrong", and even seemed a little excited to try it out.

Want to fight?

That is impossible.

The winery has been in a lot of trouble recently. If a fight breaks out at this time and that person finds out, they will only be punished more severely.

So the two of them could only glare at each other fiercely.

Seeing that the fight could not break out, Cohen had already put down his gun and went aside to drink.

As for Bourbon and Kil next to them, they didn't say anything, and looked like they were enjoying the show.

In fact, both of them were constantly thinking about the large amount of information they had just obtained.

Toru Amuro was wondering how to help Yun Xianhe avoid this danger.

Moreover, he has a "friend" relationship with the other party.

If anything goes wrong in this operation, he will most likely be suspected.

Or maybe that person would directly order him to do it himself...

Kiel next to him was thinking more.

For example, how to avoid injuries to unrelated personnel (Yun Xianhe).

Why were Gin and his companions, who were originally trapped in a corner, able to come back? Could it be that those men in black robes had enough fun?

It would be nice if we could cooperate...

Unfortunately, she had no chance to contact the other party.

Sigh... Today is another day of working hard as an undercover agent. x2

The women who are fed up with each other are quarreling.

The undercover agents were staring at the information in a daze. If you didn't know, you would think they were seriously thinking of a strategy to deal with Yun Xianhe.

The winery was also in chaos tonight.

Let’s not talk about the disturbances in the shadows for now.

Six o'clock in the morning.

in the hospital.

Yun Xianhe was still a little confused when he opened his eyes awakened by the morning sunlight.

The lingering smell of disinfectant in his breath made him feel uncomfortable, and he subconsciously struggled to get up and escape from here.

Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting beside the hospital bed and flipping through his phone out of boredom, did not see the moment Yun Xianhe opened his eyes.

I didn't come to my senses until I heard the rustling sound of fabric.

"Xiaoyun, wake up! Are you feeling uncomfortable? Hey, don't get up too quickly, or you'll feel dizzy!"

The words have not yet fallen.

The person who was struggling to get up swayed a bit.

Kenji Hagiwara hurriedly supported the man.

Then stand the pillow upright so that the other person can sit firmly against the wall.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who seemed to have not yet reacted, Hagiwara Kenji smiled helplessly:

"Are you dizzy?"

"Um……"

Yun Xianhe, who felt a headache and dizziness, responded in a sullen tone, sounding a little aggrieved.

He didn't look up at Kenji Hagiwara.

He blinked a few times blankly to relax for a while, then subconsciously reached out for the glasses on the bedside and put them on.

Kenji Hagiwara first poured Yun Xianhe a cup of warm water.

After watching the other person drink two sips, he even lifted the quilt up for him:

"Are you hungry? I'll go call Xiaoguang. He should be awake by now."

Yun Xianhe, whose focus was only on the word "Are you hungry?", nodded immediately.

He didn't pay much attention to Hagiwara Kenji who was busy going out to call for help.

He just touched his chest hesitantly.

Hmm...it doesn’t hurt anymore?

But my head is still a little dizzy.

What happened yesterday and later?

Oh... yes, Conan said he was a hero.

The heart has been left with a large amount of blank memories, and coupled with the quiet environment, it no longer has the same strong reaction it did then.

But that empty feeling of missing something is still there.

Empty...

What is missing?

A little hungry.

As his thoughts gradually wandered, his attention was drawn to the weight of the IV tube connected to his hand.

Yun Xianhe, who was naturally resistant to these things, subconsciously scratched the medical tape on the back of his hand that was used to fix the needle.

And successfully removed the needle.

The tearing wound is larger than the normal needle removal wound.

In addition, because the needle was not pressed in time, blood rushed out from the needle hole and quickly spread on the porcelain-white skin.

Yun Xianhe took two more glances.

The slight stinging pain was not even as great as the throbbing pain in his temple, so he ignored it.

The smell of disinfectant in the air gradually became tinged with a faint smell of iron filings.

The mixture of the two auras made my already aching head even more dizzy.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the window next to him with a translucent white curtain, then got up and got out of bed.

The coolness of his feet touching the floor made him pause for a moment, then he strode to the window.

He pulled open the curtains and flung open the window.

The cool air in the early morning instantly poured into the room, making my already confused mind a little clearer.

Yun Xianhe stood by the window, letting the wind blow the loose hair on his forehead.

He held down the curtains beside him that were fluttering in the wind, listened to the sound of waves in the distance and the rustling of leaves nearby, and squinted his eyes slightly.

The heterochromatic eyes scanned the scenery outside without focus, and finally stopped at the blue horizon in the distance.

Very beautiful color...

correct.

Didn’t you say we were going to have a barbecue last night?

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe subconsciously rubbed his lower abdomen.

So hungry...

The hospital had just 'awoke' at this time.

Doctors and nurses were walking quickly in groups of two or three on the street not far away.

In addition, there were several patients who came for emergency treatment.

The hungry people just glanced at it casually and lost interest.

The divergent gaze was retracted from the distance and finally fell on a tree nearby.

In the flower bed right opposite the window of the ward where Yun Xianhe lived, a tall tree stretched out its green branches in the wind.

On a branch not far away, a graceful little bird was looking at him with its head tilted.

"Chirp!" (Companion?)

Seeing this scene, Yun Xianhe tilted his head and blinked twice almost in sync with the bird while looking at it.

Obviously, the little bird was not afraid of Yun Xianhe, and was even a little curious.