Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

As he spoke, Fujimoto stepped aside half a step and made a "please" gesture to Yun Xianhe.

The boy's beautiful heterochromatic eyes moved away from the man and fell into the van that didn't let in much light.

I don't know what the mouse-gray car seat has been through.

Even though it had obviously been cleaned, Yun Xianhe could still see some very faint traces of stains remaining on it.

There were still some tiny bits of cigarette ash on the floor mats that had not been cleaned off.

the most important is,

When Fujimoto opened the door just now, Yun Xianhe smelled a foul odor of smoke coming out.

Mixed with some car fragrance of unknown brand.

In addition, the car has a strange rubber smell after being exposed to the sun for a long time.

Yun Xianhe, whose sense of smell was severely damaged, showed an expression of disgust almost visibly to the naked eye, and decisively took two steps back.

"I can walk over there."

The cold voice said this, clearly rejecting it.

Fujimoto Fu, who was standing by, obviously also smelled the strange smell coming from the car.

The smile on his face froze for a moment, and his folded hands clenched unconsciously.

If he wasn't afraid that the person in front of him might notice something, his expression might have become gloomy or even distorted.

Those idiots.

Fujimoto exhaled slightly, still maintaining that weird smile on his face, and said stiffly:

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Yun. The place where we are talking is quite far from here. If you choose to walk there, we will miss lunch."

At this point, Fujimoto paused and suggested:

"How about this, I'll call you right now and get you a new car?"

Although the other party was very considerate and easy to talk to.

But there was a sense of pressure in his words that Yun Xianhe must get in the car and go with him.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe did not reply to him immediately, Fujimoto Fu took it as the other party's tacit consent, and even started to edit a text message to ask someone to change cars.

If I had known that the person in front of me would leave with them so easily, I would have driven a good car no matter what.

Instead of this car which is usually used for kidnapping or handling things.

Thinking of this, Fujimoto took a quick glance at Yun Xianhe.

Heartless? Fearless?

Or, haven't you noticed it until now?

The fingers that were editing the text message paused for a moment.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who still had the mood to look at the butterflies resting on the wild flowers on the roadside, Fujimoto suddenly realized something.

He was a little careless.

The person in front of him has lost his memory, so naturally he has lost the vigilance that he should have as the head of a large group.

...Really, thank God...

"Aren't you going to say it here?"

This is not what the other party just said, "not far away."

Fujimoto, who had just sent the text message, paused and said slowly:

"Haha, Mr. Yun, you really like to joke. Who would discuss business in the woods? Or do you have any concerns?"

Yun Xianhe withdrew his gaze after watching the butterfly fly away.

He raised his half-closed eyes slightly and looked at Fujimoto Fu who was standing under the shade of the tree.

Perhaps because he doesn't often make facial expressions, the muscles on his face are a little stiff, and when he smiles, he looks more like a puppet being held up by strings.

In addition, after sending the text message, there was a strange excitement in the other party's half-open eyes.

He doesn't look normal in any way.

The wind blew, making the leaves rustle.

I don't know when the chirping of insects stopped.

"I don't want to go."

Hearing this, the smile on Fujimoto's face became even more fake.

But he still didn't lower the curve of his mouth, just like a normal salesman, trying to win back Yun Xianhe:

"Don't say that, Mr. Yun. The car specially prepared for you will be here soon. Besides, the place where we are talking is not far from here. I promise you will be back soon."

Jingle Bell--

The clear ringing of the telephone rang out.

Fujimoto's lobbying movements froze, and he watched Yun Xianhe take out the cell phone from his pocket, which was still in the waterproof bag.

Seeing the "Midori Kawakami" displayed on the screen through the plastic film, Yun Xianhe looked up at Fujimoto Fu and repeated what he had just said:

"I don't want to go."

He is going back.

The upturned corners of the lips were completely flattened.

Yun Xianhe witnessed almost the entire process of Fujimoto's expression changing as the phone rang.

The face, which was already full of fatigue, looked particularly dejected after losing the smile and calmness that were used to conceal it.

There was a chill in his half-open eyes.

"You have to go even if you don't want to."

The person hiding behind the tree took action.

The rustling sound of shoes soles stepping on the grass could be heard.

Yun Xianhe calmly looked back at the people who had gathered around him, without any surprise.

Fujimoto, who was blocking him, saw this and said with understanding:

"Sure enough, you have already discovered it."

"Ah."

He answered every question and was inexplicably polite.

Hearing this response, Fujimoto raised his eyebrows, pulled the corner of his mouth, and persuaded:

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Yun. We just want to invite you over for a chat. I promise you will be interested in our research and follow-up plans. When the time comes, as long as you join us, I will personally drive you back in a nice car."

The men in black around him moved closer step by step as the other party spoke.

Yun Xianhe stood there without moving, with no sign of fear on his face.

Only when Fujimoto talked about the plan and his eyes showed an almost crazy yearning, did he frown slightly.

Disgusting feeling.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe didn't reply, Fujimoto's eyes dimmed and his tone became less polite:

"Of course, if you don't cooperate, I don't mind forcing you to go. Don't worry, I will apologize to you afterwards."

The phone in my hand reached the answering time limit without me noticing and hung up automatically.

Yun Xianhe looked down at the still lit screen, turned around and prepared to return the same way he came.

"I do not want to hear."

He remembered that Zhu Fu Jingguang had explained to him before that his company was currently managed by an assistant named Qili Chu.

All matters big and small in the company are managed by each other.

Therefore, if the other party wants to cooperate, they can go to Qilichu.

It has nothing to do with him.

The amnesiac hero's mind is very clear.

But it was obvious that the person behind Fujimoto had run into obstacles with Qilichu many times before and had lost his patience.

Kidnapping Qilichu, who runs the company, is obviously more difficult than kidnapping a president with amnesia and a frail body.

Therefore, this cooperation is forced.

It has to be successful.

The person who was about to leave was surrounded by a group of men in black.

Probably because they wanted to leave a good impression of cooperation, the other party did not take action immediately, but simply surrounded Yun Xianhe.

The brave man who was blocked glanced at the black-clad men around him who were all stronger than him, and said calmly:

"Step aside."

"Mr. Yun, you'd better not resist. We don't want to use force on you. Besides, we just want to discuss business with you."

Fujimoto said this in a hypocritical manner.

When the seemingly emotionless puppet reveals his rotten inner malice, there is no chance for a proper conversation with the hero.

The young man raised his eyelids, and his tone was full of pressure that made people unable to disobey:

"Step aside."

The man in black froze for a moment when he was stared at.

Just as he was about to make a move, Fujimoto, who was standing behind Yun Xianhe, laughed briefly:

"It seems that we have to do it ourselves. Please ask Mr. Yun to get in the car."