Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"I think the weather is still quite warm today."

Looking at the thin scarf in Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand, Yun Xianhe felt that he could still struggle.

To be honest, the weather outside now can be considered autumn, right?

Although his physical condition is indeed very poor now, it shouldn't be as bad as this.

"Then Xianhe, can you tell me why you vomited blood yesterday?"

"what……"

I can't say it.

Yun Xianhe laughed dryly twice. He looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, who seemed to be emitting black air all over, and began to wonder who betrayed him this time.

Mr. Amuro?

Conan?

It should be Conan. After all, not only did the other party guess that he was poisoned yesterday, but he also suspected that the cause of the poison was the cold.

Yun Xianhe, who felt that he had solved the case, rubbed his brows and tried to reason with Zhu Fu Jingguang:

"Mr. Guang, don't listen to Conan's nonsense. I'm not poisoned."

"So it's simply because you're not in good health and can't stand the cold?"

"Uh... well, I do have some... but! What happened yesterday was an accident! Those guys attacked me by surprise..."

"internal injury?"

"no,……"

Feeling that he couldn't fool people any more, Yun Xianhe scratched his head and sighed slightly.

He reached out and took the thin scarf from the other person's hand, hanging it loosely around his neck.

Seeing Yun Xianhe looking a little wilted because he was wearing too many clothes, Zhu Fu Jingguang used the "food temptation" method:

"Tonight we have your favorite fried shrimp and soft fried meat, Xianhe."

"?! Really? Great!"

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was happy for a second, Zhu Fu Jingguang silently said in his heart that the plan worked.

"Remember to pay attention to the wound on your arm."

"Good - fried shrimp, fried shrimp, soft fried meat ~ I want cumin flavor!"

"can."

"Then put some chili."

"No."

Yun Xianhe, who hadn't eaten spicy food for a long time, curled his lips and muttered softly:

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

Quite childish.

"I'll make it for you when Xianhe feels better."

"…I'm going out—"

Just kidding, wait until he gets better and then just tell him to forget about this world.

The boy buried his chin in his scarf, teasing himself as he pushed the door open and walked out.

Zhu Fujingguang's eyes dimmed slightly as he did not receive a response to the previous sentence.

He stood in the porch and watched the thin figure step into the sunlight.

The wind lifted the boy's white hair and tore at his white and green scarf, as if it wanted to take him away from this world.

How to keep a cloud?

·

"Good afternoon, Xiaolan, Conan, and Uncle Maori."

"You are here indeed."

Uncle Maori put his hands in his pockets and looked at Yun Xianhe who was gradually approaching, complaining with his half-moon eyes:

“Is it a little too much to wear a scarf this season?”

"Haha... I can't help it. My personal assistant has been a bit strict in taking care of me lately."

Having said this, Yun Xianhe shrugged helplessly.

Conan, who was standing next to Xiaolan, looked at Yun Xianhe's clothes, which looked warm today, and nodded with satisfaction.

"This is all thanks to Conan, otherwise I wouldn't have known that Mr. Guang actually went out of his way to buy me a scarf."

Conan's body froze.

He looked up at Yun Xianhe, who was smiling with his eyes narrowed, and felt that a sense of crisis was approaching.

Without waiting for him to retreat, Yun Xianhe stretched out his evil hand and rubbed his head hard twice.

The brave man said with gritted teeth, smiling:

"Thank you so much for your concern, Conan."

"Haha, you're welcome, Brother Xianhe..."

Feeling the hand on his forehead tightening, Conan decisively changed the subject:

"Sister Xiaolan, let's go in quickly."

"it is good."

Looking at the young detective who escaped from his hands, Yun Xianhe smacked his lips and finally decided to let him go.

·

"Wow, there are so many beautiful paintings. It's really nice to be here! Look here, the colors are so beautiful!"

"Hmm, this art gallery is great."

Four-person group,

A man walked in front and admired.

A man followed behind with a notebook,

There are two people left, one big and one small, with the same boring face.

Looking at the excited Xiaolan, Conan reached out and pulled Yun Xianhe who was writing something in a small notebook, and asked in a low voice:

"Why did you come here today? Aren't you bored?"

According to Conan's impression of Yun Xianhe, he is obviously the type of person who prefers to play outdoors, and should not be very interested in this kind of art exhibition.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head, looking at Xiaolan who had started chatting with the man who claimed to be Director Ochiai, and asked Conan:

"If a friend invites you to go out, Conan, will you go?"

"Hmm? Of course I agreed... Sooo, that's it."

“Although it may seem a bit boring to you, in my opinion, being invited out by friends is something worth being happy about.”

Yun Xianhe put the press pen back into his pocket and said as a matter of course,

"But even if we're not going out to play, as long as you call me, I'll be there whenever you call."

"you,"

"Ah!! Kubota! What are you doing? You must wear gloves when handling artwork. I've told you several times. Did you forget?"

Conan was about to say something when he was startled by the sudden and harsh rebuke from Director Ochiai beside him.

Yun Xianhe looked at the person who didn't seem to care too much about the matter or feel guilty about it, and tilted his head slightly.

Director Ochiai angrily told Kubota to stop doing it and instead called Iijima who was standing nearby.

"Iijima, I'll leave this to you."

"Yes."

Kubota, who was instructed to leave, seemed a little reluctant and snorted in disgust.

Yun Xianhe commented to Conan in a low voice:

"What a bad personality."

"Ah."

Yun Xianhe originally thought that he could spend the day peacefully, but when he saw the boss Zhenzhong coming out of nowhere and saying "take care of these rusty copper and scrap metal",

After hearing what Mr. Iijima said about the museum being closed, I sighed slightly.

Is this the problem you face when you make friends with a detective-type lucky guy?

If you go out, you will definitely encounter a case or something.

It's simply... more dangerous than what they encountered when they first went out on the adventure.

Well, at least you can get treasure back from exploring.

"Xianhe, let's go over there and take a look."

"it is good."

Yun Xianhe, who had followed Xiaolan around the entire art museum, stood aside, took out his small notebook, and roughly estimated its overall value.

Well, it's not bad to buy it as a collection. If I open a museum, the income won't be much, plus the maintenance costs...

Conan and Uncle Maori on the side were so tired that they collapsed on their chairs.

The little detective said in a long tone as if he was acting like a spoiled child:

"Oh - I'm so tired, Sister Xiaolan, let's go back -"

"I am hungry."

Xiaolan looked at the two of them with her hands on her hips, feeling somewhat disappointed:

"You two are really terrible. You can't stand it after just walking a few laps. Xianhe Jun doesn't even feel tired."

Yun Xianhe, whose name was suddenly called, looked up and blinked in confusion:

"what happened?"

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, who did not look tired at all, and sighed slightly:

"Brother Xianhe, don't you get tired?"

"Hmm? It's okay. After all, I'm a hero. If I don't have enough physical strength, I can't go out for adventure."

Maori Kogoro, who was too tired to talk, looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes and complained:

"A brave man... Where can you find a brave man like you, Yun boy? You look so thin..."

"Ahahahaha, even though I'm a little skinny, I have all the physical qualities a hero should have!"

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe raised his arm and patted his biceps with his other hand:

"Look! It's all muscle!"

Kogoro Maori's mouth twitched, and he decided not to bother with this kid who occasionally got too excited and said some chuunibyou words.

Mao Lilan smiled and turned around to see that the exhibition hall that had previously had a "No Entry" sign on it had reopened.

The girl seemed somewhat happy:

"Since we came here specially, why don't we go to the last room and take a look?"

"Eh——?!" x2

Conan and Maori Kogoro both howled in pain.

"Pfft, sorry."

Looking at the two people whose expressions were almost identical down to the smallest details, Yun Xianhe couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xiaolan, who was standing by, smiled at the two people who obviously didn't want to leave, and threatened them in a light tone:

"You can go back first, but you have to cook dinner for yourselves. Hahahaha..."

"That's terrible..." x2

"Well, let's go. How about I treat everyone to oden after the tour?"

After hearing these words, Conan and Maori Kogoro were instantly revived and hurriedly followed Yun Xianhe and Xiaolan.

"This room is so dark."

Yun Xianhe, who followed behind, took a look inside and let out a long "Ah——" as if in amazement.

Is this what the humans of this world think of as hell?

He thought it would be more horrible, with more unspeakable things.

The deeper you go into the exhibition hall, the colder it seems.

Smelling the increasingly distinct smell of blood in the air, Yun Xianhe frowned.

Could it be...

"Wow—what a big painting."

“It really is a picture of hell.”

Yun Xianhe had a wooden face when he noticed the real 'Hell Picture' on the other wall.

Xiaolan, who had her back to him, was half squatting to read the introduction below the painting:

"The title is, Divine Punishment, and it is said to be a work depicting a righteous knight locking up a demon."

A devil... a knight of justice?

So the criminal this time should be the 'moving medieval armor' that Xiaolan mentioned yesterday.

Click, click...

Noticing the blood flowing from the wounds on the corpse, Yun Xianhe began to recall the time when he saw the sign prohibiting entry here.

About four o'clock?

"Hmm? There seems to be some strange noise..."

Xiaolan felt the sound of water and looked around.

Just when she was about to turn around, Yun Xianhe, who was standing diagonally behind her, raised his hand and pressed her shoulder without even turning his head.

"There was a little accident, don't look back yet."

Xiaolan, who was suddenly pinned down, paused and asked in confusion:

"What's wrong, Xianhe-kun?"