Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The wound on the boy's arm was bleeding continuously.

Yun Xianhe glanced at the other person coldly, and the fingers hanging by his side twitched nervously.

"What are you looking at! I told you to come over here!"

Conan in the crowd looked at Yun Xianhe who seemed to be about to move, and hurriedly shouted:

"Xianhe! Don't go over there!"

"Shut up!" the robber yelled.

"Stay there."

Yun Xianhe didn't look back, but Conan knew that the other party was talking to him.

I heard the sound of a police car door opening and closing behind me.

Yun Xianhe slowly walked to a position three meters in front of the mustache man and stood there. He ignored the gun in his hand and spoke expressionlessly:

"I came over, and then what?"

"Humph, of course I'm sending you to death! Of course, if you dare to move aside, then the ones behind you will be the ones to die."

As if thinking of Yun Xianhe's strange skills just now, the man with a mustache added the second half of the sentence in a sinister tone.

He looked at Yun Xianhe with a teasing look, as if he was expecting to see expressions of anger or surprise on the other's face.

However, Yun Xianhe sneered when he heard this, and even took the initiative to move half of his body away:

"Shoot."

"you,"

"What's wrong? Don't you just want to kill someone?"

As if he heard the mockery in Yun Xianhe's voice, the man with the mustache became angry and embarrassed:

"What did you say! Don't you care about their lives?!"

"Huh? Why should I care?"

When asked, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Officer Megure and others holding riot shields to protect the crowd.

Yun Xianhe put his hands in his pockets and said "Oh" as if he understood something.

He looked straight at the robber who was staring at him blankly, and laughed helplessly:

"Ha, you don't think I'm a good person who does what's right, do you?"

The young man shrugged indifferently and said lightly:

"I hit you only because you plotted against my friend and arrested someone in passing. Don't think you deserve so much attention."

"What did you say!"

The man became furious when he realized that he was beaten because of those kids.

Blood flowed down the wound on the other person's head, making his face look even more hideous.

"I don't believe it! You must be trying to divert attention and buy time for the police, right?"

Noticing the police officers surrounding him, the man with a mustache gritted his teeth.

He turned the gun and pointed it at Yun Xianhe again, and shouted to Officer Mumu and others:

"Don't come over here! If you come any closer I'll shoot him to death!"

Inspector Megure made a gesture with a solemn face, and the police officers who were preparing to attack immediately stopped.

Seeing this, the man with a mustache snorted lightly and said to Yun Xianhe with a sinister smile:

"Even if you're not afraid of them dying, you're definitely afraid of dying."

"Huh? Who said that? I won't live long anyway, so it doesn't matter if I die sooner or later."

"What,"

Yun Xianhe took two steps forward indifferently and put his heart in front of the opponent's gun.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes hidden by the hair were dark, like an abyss into which no light could penetrate.

The crowd outside exclaimed, and Megure Jusan looked at the two people confronting each other. For a moment, he didn't know who was the one who was provoked.

He wanted to call Yun Xianhe and ask him to calm down.

But he was afraid that the sudden noise would stimulate the robber and cause the gun in his hand to go off accidentally.

The corner of the mustache man's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at the boy's heterochromatic eyes that were full of death.

For some reason, my hands were shaking.

The man, who was slightly shorter than the robber, tilted his head slightly.

The two looked at each other, and Yun Xianhe's hoarse voice was full of temptation:

"Come on, shoot."

"I,"

At this moment, Yun Xianhe's eyes suddenly widened.

The man's pupils hidden behind his sunglasses shrank, his mouth half opened, and his expression seemed a little dazed.

The crowd outside didn't know what was going on and just thought that the robber was frightened by the boy's fearlessness.

After a long time, Yun Xianhe looked at the man who was hesitant to take action, sighed with regret, and reached out to grab the other's wrist.

The boy's slightly cool fingertips made the hallucinating man tremble all over.

After coming back to his senses, he looked at Yun Xianhe in horror, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.

However, Yun Xianhe did not give him this opportunity:

"What a pity..."

"What, wow!"

The hand holding the other person's wrist suddenly exerted force.

Everyone only saw the thin young man in the center of the scene grabbing one of the robber's arms with one hand, swinging the man up, and then slamming him heavily to the ground.

At this moment, the robber felt as if his entire internal organs were about to be displaced, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to scream in pain.

Yun Xianhe let go of the other person's arm and slowly raised one foot and stepped on it.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the robber's painful face, and whispered:

"Sorry... I'm not in a good mood today."

click-

The crisp sound of bones cracking made everyone present feel a chill in their teeth.

Looking at the person who fainted due to pain, Yun Xianhe slowly loosened his feet and took a few steps back, allowing Inspector Megure to lead people to carry him away.

"Brother Xianhe, what you did just now was really too dangerous."

Megure Jusan looked at Yun Xianhe with a serious expression, obviously still frightened by the way the other party had just deliberately provoked the robber and diverted his attention.

Yun Xianhe saw the worry in the other person's eyes, shrugged his shoulders and said in a helpless manner:

"I can't help it, Officer Megure. I'm injured and my agility has decreased. Otherwise, I would have rushed straight up."

When Inspector Megure heard this, a vein on his forehead jumped.

He looked at the pale-faced boy, but didn't say anything harsh.

"It's better to go to the hospital for this wound."

"No, I'll just trouble the doctor to help me deal with it here."

Remembering that the other party hated the hospital very much, Inspector Megure pushed him aside without getting annoyed.

But he still asked the doctor in the ambulance who had just been called to help treat the wound.

When Conan finally squeezed out of the crowd, he saw Yun Xianhe sitting on a bench, staring blankly while the doctor treated his wounds.

Maybe it was even because he was too bored that the other person yawned quite a bit.

Looking at the other person's appearance, Conan's mouth twitched, and he felt a lot more relieved.

"Hmm? Conan, aren't you going to play?"

"...How can I go out and play after something like this? I mean, I'm worried about you, Xianhe brother."

Noticing the look from the doctor, Conan, pretending to be a child, scratched his head and made a cute sound.

Yun Xianhe looked at Conan with amusement, and said in a coaxing tone:

"Thank you for your concern, Conan, but I'm fine now."

"Sir, I still suggest that you,

"no thank you."

Seeing that the doctor wanted to say something, Yun Xianhe added:

“Actually, I have a doctor’s certificate.”

It's just from another galaxy.

Under Yun Xianhe's repeated insistence, the doctor finally gave up persuading the other party to go to the hospital and instead simply bandaged the wound.

Conan, who had been standing aside from beginning to end, was somewhat silent.

After the doctor walked away, he looked at Yun Xianhe who was putting on his coat and asked hesitantly:

"Xianhe, what you just said... was a lie, right?"

There was a hint of unconscious expectation in the little detective's voice.

He hoped that Yun Xianhe was joking, and that it was just a lie he told to deceive the robbers.

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows slightly as he adjusted his sleeves. After thinking for a while, he finally understood what Conan was referring to.

"of course."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief after getting the answer.

The little detective put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky pretending to be relaxed:

"As expected. But next time, Xianhe, you should not do such dangerous things. What if the other party really shoots..."

"Then I can hide away from it."

Carefully wiping the blood off his hands, Yun Xianhe rubbed Conan's head twice.

The pair of heterochromatic pupils hidden behind the glasses were slightly curved, as if returning to their former sunny and gentle appearance:

"I am very strong, Conan. You have to believe in my strength."

"But you're always sick."

"...Tsk, there is no conflict between low defense and high offense. You know what a squishy assassin is? The kind that can kill a large group of people with just one strike."

"You can also be killed by the other party in one blow."

"..."

The two of them stared at each other with half-moon eyes.

Yun Xianhe then took the lead in launching an 'attack', rubbing his forehead with one hand and threatening in a hoarse voice:

"I've already told you that I'm very strong! You have to believe me! Besides, I'm a brave man! Do you understand what an invincible brave man is? As long as I want, no one can hurt me!"

Conan, who felt his entire face was deformed from being rubbed, screamed and struggled to reply:

"I understand, I understand! Let me go!"

“Hehehe! This is the price you pay for doubting a brave man. Are you scared now? Hehehehe——”

Conan finally managed to break free from the other party's hand, adjusted his glasses, looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be going crazy again, and laughed helplessly:

"You guy..."

Yun Xianhe shook his head to celebrate the victory.

Conan smiled and looked at the other person for a while. After a while, the smile on his face disappeared and he looked at Yun Xianhe seriously:

"promised."

"Ok?"

"You said you wouldn't die, right?"

Yun Xianhe paused for a moment as he shook his head. He looked at the little detective who was still waiting for his reply and hummed softly:

"I won't die until your life is back to normal."

He would not let this little friend witness his death until he completed his mission.

Conan opened his mouth after getting the answer.

He wanted to ask Yun Xianhe, what happens after that?

The two looked at each other in silence. Yun Xianhe turned his head first and looked up at the sky as if in a daze.

The wind blew up the little detective's hair and pushed all the unfinished words back into his throat.

"That's it..."

After a moment, he answered.

Those lingering echoes are like the unspoken words.

Gradually, it was entangled by the wind and dissipated in the slightly cold air.