Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The man who was traumatized by the previous gang fight shuddered subconsciously.

The expression of fear on his face had not yet solidified before it became distorted due to the pain in his ribs.

After scanning the other person's physical condition, 09 said nothing and took out a reagent of a not-so-nice color from the medical box.

The gray liquid mixed with purple-red flocs looks no different from poison.

Fujimoto Fu, who had finally calmed himself down, didn't wait for the pain to subside before he became unconscious again due to the excitement he felt when he saw the potion.

He took a small breath and forced himself to open his eyes to look at the person who was so close to him.

A clean white shirt, a dark black cape,... a cape?

"you,"

Those who discovered something widened their eyes.

But 09 obviously didn't want to talk to the other party.

Interrogation is the job of Yuya Kazami who works with their parents, and robots are just logistics and vanguards in the dark.

I don't want to do anything unnecessary anyway.

Anyway, these people could die at the hands of anyone except robots or Yun Xianhe.

Knowing this well, 09 reached out and pinched Fujimoto's cheek, forcing him to open his mouth, and then stuffed the test tube of medicine into his mouth.

The glass tube felt cold when it hit his gums, and before Fujimoto could struggle, all the medicine went into his mouth.

sweet!

So sweet that it tastes bitter!

From the moment you take your mouth, this medicine brings out the flavor of western medicine mixed with industrial saccharin to its fullest.

It was sticky and cold, like a ball of honey mixed with glue, sticking tightly to the inner wall of the mouth.

The nausea of ​​not being able to swallow made Fujimoto Fu roll his eyes and he instinctively wanted to dry heave.

09 took a look, let out a light sigh, collected the empty test tube of medicine, and quickly took a bottle of water and poured it into the other person's mouth.

Swallowed it.

The person also fainted.

09 made sure the other party swallowed the medicine and showed no mercy.

He put away the empty water bottle, reached out and grabbed one of the other person's legs, and threw him onto a car as if he were a dead object.

668, who was wrapping gauze on someone, was also busy with his mouth.

He first took photos of the miserable appearance of those people as a souvenir, and while bandaging them he muttered:

"You deserve it for causing trouble for me. Humph, if this were a different world, you would have died long ago, don't you know?"

The unconscious man in black could not answer him.

552, who was passing by with a lightly injured person, was amused when he heard this:

"In another world, the grass on these people's graves would be one meter high."

"If you turn into blood, there will be no grave."

"That's right."

Treatment?

They were diligent enough to just use corpse-dissolving water to deal with it.

"Hurry up, before someone comes."

If ordinary people saw it, it would be difficult to deal with.

"Yes!" x2

After loading the unfortunate guy neatly, 552 turned off the olfactory sensor and got on the van first:

"Then you stay here, brother 09, and continue to guard the master. 668 and I will go and transport the goods first."

"Well, don't let ordinary people see it."

"Don't worry, I promise no one will know about it."

At this time, Yuya Kazami, who was working in the office, sneezed several times.

A colleague nearby expressed some concern:

"Are you okay? Are you catching a cold?"

"No, no."

Yuya Kazami pushed his glasses that had slipped down, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

It seems like something terrible is about to happen...

Could it be that

No, he has to keep an eye on Mr. Fūya!

The motivated workaholic didn't think about himself, but was a little worried about his partners.

As for when he would know that there were a bunch of "corpses" in the living room,

Because Yun Xianhe did not contact the other party, the robot has no contact information.

You can only wait until the other person comes home from get off work and discovers it on his own.

Poor Mr. Yuya, I hope he won’t be scared by then.

The robots on the other side successfully(?) completed the mission.

Everyone here has also tidied themselves up.

After washing, the hero's hair became smooth and fluffy, and he turned into the expensive-looking cat again.

The pair of misty heterochromatic eyes and the confused expression make him look very cute.

However, our good child had quite a few injuries.

After all, the probability of getting caught in a group fight is still very high.

What's more, in order to pull the opponent to a distance where he could cripple him with one punch, Yun Xianhe would sometimes deliberately catch the swinging stick.

Large purple bruises were spread across the porcelain-white skin, along with red streaks of wounds from being scratched by tree branches this morning, crisscrossing the boy's slender arms.

Because both arms were injured, Yun Xianhe successfully received the luxurious treatment of having two people help apply medicine at the same time (? ).

On the left is Zhufu Jingguang.

He had a stern face and his hands moved skillfully.

However, when the cotton swab dipped in the medicine falls on the skin, it is so light that it is almost imperceptible.

Even a little itchy.

On the right is Kenji Hagiwara.

The other party didn't have a stern face, but he was frowning the whole time, and he applied the medicine very gently.

Yun Xianhe was distracted for a moment.

The actions of these two people made him feel like something fragile that would break if the slightest force was applied.

After ignoring this strange feeling of care, Yun Xianhe asked directly:

"Are you angry? Why?"

Conan, who was assisting the two men and passing the gauze, secretly complained:

I feel like I've heard this question before this morning.

Zhu Fu Jingguang skillfully wrapped Yun Xianhe's arm with gauze while casually explaining:

"I'm angry at those who attacked you, Xianhe. Why didn't Xianhe answer the phone?"

"They crushed it."

"That's it..."

After hearing the answer, Zhu Fu Jingguang seemed to become even angrier.

But the other party said that he was angry at those men in black, so Yun Xianhe did not continue asking and turned to look at Hagiwara Kenji who did not answer.

The latter was gesturing which direction to start from.

Perhaps because he subconsciously placed his dominant hand horizontally in front of him when he received the blade with his bare hands, Yun Xianhe's right arm was injured slightly more seriously than his left arm.

"Hagiwara?"

"I'm also angry at those who hurt Xiaoyun. They actually ganged up on a child... Fight one-on-one if you dare! It hurts!"

"Hagi, bandage it up properly."

"Hai Hai Yi——"

Jinpei Matsuda, who was standing nearby, tapped Kenji Hagiwara on the head.

After Hagiwara Kenji bandaged Yun Xianhe's arm, Matsuda neatly cut off the excess gauze with scissors.

"Are you hurt on your back?"

For some reason, Yun Xianhe subconsciously wanted to shake his head when he heard this.

But he felt that this was not something that could not be said, so he paused for a moment.

Zhu Fujingguang, who discovered the clue, showed a kind smile:

"Xianhe is a good boy, right? Good boys can't lie."

"I do not know."

After all, in his opinion, bruises of this degree were not considered injuries.

But when other people hear these words, it means something different.

As a result, Yun Xianhe, who cooperated with the inspection without knowing what was going on, successfully obtained half-body bandage equipment.

There were even patches on the side waist.

Luckily I checked!

Otherwise, they wouldn't have known that Yun Xianhe had such a long knife wound on his waist and abdomen.

But the person involved still had a confused expression:

"I forgot."

Because it was just a cut on the epidermis and it wasn't very painful, I naturally ignored it.