Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

No, the thought of killing someone is different from the thought of being obviously possessed, right?

Yamato Gansuke, who was sitting in the driving seat, let out a light click of his tongue.

"Preconceived ideas will affect reasoning. I went out of my way to bring you here just to let you witness the scene with your own eyes."

"Hey - I thought you came here specially to play with me."

"You kid, do you think I have time to play? Huh?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe raised his head and looked at Yamato Gansuke in the rearview mirror.

Compared to how he looked when they parted two days ago, Yamato Gansuke is now in a miserable state.

For some reason, the head that was not cut open by Ireland was now bandaged.

[The other person has dark circles under his eyes and his skin condition looks terrible. ]

"Did you work yourself into a tizzy? It's not good for your health."

"Tsk, you are not qualified to say that to me."

The same guy who doesn't take care of his body.

Yun Xianhe understood what he meant and shrugged without arguing.

Then, Yun Xianhe casually said:

"By the way, Officer Yamato, your leg is much better now. You can drive again, and you even put away your crutches when you came into the house today and came to attack me."

Although he did not hear the sound of the crutch hitting the ground, Yun Xianhe also heard the discordant footsteps of the person coming and judged that the other person's leg was injured.

When it comes to this topic, Yamato Gansuke doesn't seem to care or get as excited as one might imagine.

He glanced at Yun Xianhe meaningfully in the rearview mirror.

Seeing that the other party was not looking at him, Yamato Gansuke pursed his lips and said "ah" in a calm tone.

He spoke as if he were talking about someone else's business, with an indifferent tone:

"I've noticed that it's gotten much better recently, and I went to the hospital for a checkup and found signs of recovery. The doctor said that if it keeps going this way, it might be able to fully recover."

Although it didn't seem to have any impact on him.

Even if he has a limp, he will use this body to stay at his post and move forward unswervingly towards fighting criminals.

Yun Xianhe naturally understood what kind of person Yamato Gansuke was.

Be strong, don't need pity or sympathy.

As it happens, so is he.

Therefore, he naturally would not show any unnecessary emotions to Yamato Gansuke, nor would he express any unnecessary concern.

The hero just helped his friend a little bit within his ability, that's all.

"Not bad, you have a strong vitality, Officer Yamato. When you are fully recovered, we will spar again."

Obviously, Yun Xianhe regarded the opponent's sneak attack today as an invitation for a competition.

Hearing this, Yamato Gansuke raised a confident smile and responded loudly:

"Okay, just don't run away when the time comes."

"Don't worry, you can't beat me even if I let you use one hand."

"Huh? You sound really arrogant when you say that."

“Hehehe——this is the confidence of a master!”

Yun Xianhe shook his hand, as if showing his sandbag-sized fist to Yamato Gansuke. (?)

Conan, who was standing by, looked at Yun Xianhe, who was smiling from beginning to end, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I always feel that... Brother Xianhe seems a little listless today?

The pair of heterochromatic eyes that usually seemed to be able to see through everything were always slightly closed, hiding all the light and thoughts.

Could it be that he hasn’t recovered from the confrontation with that winery member a few days ago?

Or,

"it hurts!"

Chaotic thoughts were interrupted.

Conan, who was hit on the head, covered his forehead in pain and looked at the culprit with resentment:

"Brother Xianhe!"

"What are you thinking about? Conan, you looked at me in a very strange way just now."

"Eh? Is that weird?"

Conan, who was completely unaware that his emotions were unconsciously revealed, was stunned when he heard this.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting next to him, rubbed his chin with one hand.

The hero pretending to be a normal person described it succinctly according to what 113 had just said:

"The way you look at me is as if I have some serious illness and will die in the next second."

"?!"

Conan widened his eyes in disbelief when he heard this.

Who?! Him?!

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and looked at the two of them, focusing mainly on Yun Xianhe.

Feeling that someone was watching him, the hero shrugged and spread his hands and said:

"It's really weird, isn't it? I've been pretty normal recently except for feeling a little sleepy because I was too tired a few days ago."

This is true.

But because it was too normal, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that it was a little abnormal.

The terrified life assistant was on high alert, fearing that her child would suddenly fall seriously ill at the next second.

After hearing what his host said, 113 in the system space was silent for a moment.

His original words were clearly 'The other party may begin to suspect that you are sick.'

Hmm... As expected, he is worthy of being his host.

Always good at refining words.

However, after being interrupted by Yun Xianhe, Conan forgot to ask why the other party had been half-squinting his eyes.

The young detective, who thought his acting skills had improved recently, fell into deep doubt.

Is it possible that his eyes always reveal his emotions unconsciously without his knowledge?

Or is it that Brother Xianhe is just particularly sensitive in this area, so he noticed it?

Then Xiaolan and the others...

Conan, lost in his thoughts, fell into a brief silence.

Yun Xianhe, who had escaped a disaster, raised the corners of his lips in a good mood, and continued to "look" out of the car window, listening to the scanner broadcasting the beautiful scene of the setting sun.

"Although you can't tell me what the crime scene looks like, Officer Yamato, can you tell me where we are going? Driving into the mountains and forests without saying a word really looks like kidnapping."

It's a bit like dumping a corpse.

Yun Xianhe didn’t say the second half of the sentence.

Yamato Gansuke looked at the faintly visible roof of the villa at the end of the forest and said in a slightly serious tone:

"The place we are going to is an old house built in this forest. It is called 'House of Hope'."

"House of Hope?"

Yun Xianhe repeated the name and suddenly sneered:

"So now it should be renamed 'The House of Despair'?"

"...You guessed it right."

When Yamato Gansuke said this, his tone seemed to be heavy for a moment.

Yun Xianhe was slightly stunned when he didn't expect that he had guessed it right.

The outline of the villa gradually emerges at the end of the road.

At dusk, the villa, which was gradually eroded by darkness, looked gloomy, which was completely contrary to the word "hope".

Yamato Gansuke looked at the outline of the villa in the distance and murmured:

"Just three years ago, the body of a woman was found in this house. The residents of this generation began to call it by another name."

The car stopped in the open space in front of the villa.

The sound of the engine stalling and Yamato Gansuke's words fell at the same time:

"There is no hope, a hopeless death house."