Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

These few days of amnesia may be the most relaxing period for Yun Xianhe since he came to this world.

No need to think about anything, no need to make secret arrangements, and no need to hide your fatigue.

Eat when you want to eat and sleep when you want to sleep.

Happy and relaxing time.

However, the vacation time for the rest of the people is limited. Even if they want to, they cannot always accompany Yun Xianhe to play outside.

So on the morning of the fourth day after they got out, the group set out on their journey home.

Before getting on the bus, Yun Xianhe saw Beike mixed in the crowd.

The latter winked at him, pretended not to know him well and walked away.

There were two people following behind him.

A person was looking at him with a smile on his face. Although there was a sea of ​​people between them, Yun Xianhe felt as if he heard the other person's strange "hehehe" laughter.

There was another person who had a stern face the whole time, but the look in his eyes was very gentle.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head, raised his hand and waved, greeting the two people.

Then he saw the person walking in front of him jumped up excitedly, but was pushed down by the person behind him.

"?"

"Brother Xianhe?"

Conan, who was standing by, noticed Yun Xianhe's actions and looked over with some curiosity.

There was nothing particularly noteworthy in the bustling crowd.

"Brother Xianhe, who are you greeting?"

"shell."

"……oh,"

Who is that Shell?

Conan, who didn't see any strange people, retracted his gaze, grabbed Yun Xianhe's wrist, and continued to walk forward with him:

"It's our turn to check the tickets."

"it is good."

It was not until Yun Xianhe and the others passed the ticket gate that 09, who was hiding behind a pillar, let go of 668.

He reached out and knocked on 668's head, criticizing him expressionlessly:

"It can't be seen by others."

"Sorry, 09 brother..."

Realizing that he was too excited just now, 668 covered his head and sounded a little aggrieved.

He was just too excited to see adults all of a sudden...

552, who was standing not far away, came over and patted his shoulder to comfort him, and pointed towards the ticket gate:

"We're almost there."

09 at the side sighed softly, rubbed 668's head twice, and said as he walked towards the ticket gate:

"Be careful."

After hearing this, 668 and 552 also became more serious.

Those 'bugs' might have already sneaked into this train.

...Will you take action?

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The return trip takes about four hours. (I made this up, I don’t know exactly how long it takes)

Because the day we returned happened to be a weekday, there were not many people in the entire carriage and it was very quiet.

After a few days of crazy fun, everyone felt a little tired.

Plus, I got up early today.

In the designated seats, except Yun Xianhe who was still awake, almost everyone was asleep.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was sitting opposite Yun Xianhe, was dozing off.

Conan, who was sitting by the window, looked at the trees flashing by outside and yawned lazily.

Yun Xianhe glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to read the booklet he had bought at the station.

The above introduces the relevant delicacies of some regions.

It looks very tasty.

Conan felt like he was about to fall asleep.

While he was dazed, he heard a rustling sound beside him.

The sleepy little detective forced himself to open his eyes, but the next second he felt as if someone had put a blindfold on his head.

"Brother Xianhe?"

"I'm going to the bathroom, you go to sleep."

Hearing this, Conan did not stand up and muttered:

"Then go and come back quickly, don't wander around."

"Ah."

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the opposite side opened his eyes the moment Yun Xianhe stood up.

After hearing what the other party said to Conan, he didn't say anything else. He watched Yun Xianhe walk towards the toilet near the connection between the carriages and closed his eyes again.

When Yun Xianhe arrived at the bathroom, it showed that someone was using it.

After standing at the door for a while and seeing no sign of the other party coming out, Yun Xianhe had no choice but to go to another carriage.

This time I happened to run into someone coming out.

The other person was wearing a baseball cap, the brim of which was pulled down to cover the upper half of his face perfectly, leaving only a little bit of his chin exposed.

Yun Xianhe's attention was attracted for a moment by the other person's long silver-gray hair tied high behind his head.

The man obviously didn't expect that there was someone outside the toilet. When he saw Yun Xianhe, he paused slightly, then decisively moved aside to make way.

"Thank you."

The polite hero nodded slightly to the other party and then stepped into the bathroom.

The person standing at the door stared at the closed toilet door for a while, then turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

An arrival reminder sounded in the carriage.

There were continuous footsteps coming from the door, mixed with the laughter of passengers.

Yun Xianhe, who was washing his hands at the sink, thought briefly about how many stops they had to go to.

Only when he was sure that there was no one outside the door did he open it and walk out.

Because it was the time when people were getting on and off the train, the entire carriage was in a mess.

"Excuse me."

Yun Xianhe, who was lying sideways, turned his head to avoid bumping into a suitcase that was being lifted up.

I don't know if it was his imagination.

I always feel like there are too many people in this carriage?

Yun Xianhe, who was about to reach the connection, pursed his lips, wondering if it would be better for him to stay in the toilet until the car started again.

Someone bumped my shoulder from the side.

Yun Xianhe staggered.

The other party did not look back, but just said from a distance: "I'm sorry."

It was said without any emotion and in a perfunctory manner.

Yun Xianhe, who finally found a place to stand at the entrance of the connection, pushed his glasses and glanced at the man.

weirdo.

He hit himself on purpose.

After analyzing this point, Yun Xianhe did not intend to seek any explanation. He just wanted to wait until everyone in the car was seated and then return to his seat.

There are still 2 minutes until the train departs.

Yun Xianhe saw the man wearing a baseball cap and having long silver hair again.

The other person was carrying a backpack and walking towards him in a hurry, and it seemed that he was about to get off the bus.

Seeing this, Yun Xianhe moved to the side, intending to make way for the other party.

The passengers who had just boarded the bus also found their seats and prepared to sit down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Xiaolan, who was woken up in a seat not far away.

Yun Xianhe turned around and felt that he could return to his position now.

There were hurried footsteps approaching, it was people rushing to get off the bus.

At the same time, at the door of the front and rear carriages of the aisle where Yun Xianhe was, one person stood up respectively, just blocking the young man's figure.

People who were anxious to get off the bus squeezed over.

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared and pierced straight into Yun Xianhe's heart.

Sensing the danger, the brave man took a few steps back almost reflexively and dodged the attack.

"Ah."

The man who missed the shot laughed.

The other party raised his head slightly and showed a slightly provocative smile.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing on the platform, frowned at the man holding a dagger blocking the door and said angrily:

"Step aside."