Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

At this time, another evil-looking police officer who was still working overtime sneezed loudly:

"Ah!"

Kenji Hagiwara, who was standing by, was so frightened that he almost threw away the hot drink in his hand.

Turning to look at Matsuda Jinpei who looked a little strange, Hagiwara Kenji quickly pulled two pieces of paper from the table and handed them to him:

"Are you okay, Zhen Ping? Are you sick?"

"No. I always feel like someone is saying bad things about me behind my back..."

Having said that, Jinpei Matsuda also glanced at Kenji Hagiwara.

The latter was stunned, raised his hand and pointed at himself:

“…Huh? That’s not what Hagi said.”

"I know!"

...Could it be that brat Xianhe?

It must be said that a certain Mazda is very perceptive in this regard. (?)

Back to business.

Inside the 'House of Death' in Nagano Prefecture.

Yamato Gansuke, who was walking in the front, stood by the handrail of the stairs leading to the second floor. He looked down at Yun Xianhe who was walking into the room slowly and said loudly:

"Now let me tell you why this place was once called the 'House of Hope'."

"Oh--"

The brave man added the voice to the supporting role very considerately.

The person upstairs tutted and glared at him:

"Be serious."

"Ok."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe took out a palm-sized notebook and a ballpoint pen from his pocket.

The man who restrained his smile raised his hand to push up his glasses, then half-raised his head to look at Yamato Gansuke seriously.

His expression was serious, as if he was facing some experimental problem.

Yamato Gansuke: "..."

He felt that this person shouldn't be standing here.

I should wear a white coat and live in the laboratory.

"You won't tell me?"

"…Because the rich man who built this mansion rented this dilapidated old house at a very low rent, almost like 'renting it for free', to young people he liked who had talent but no money, until their dreams came true."

The person who was recording paused when he heard this.

"Dream Come True Project?"

"Ok?"

Conan, who was standing next to him, looked up at Yun Xianhe:

"Brother Xianhe, what is that you are talking about?"

"Ah... a project I did before, to give certain help to people with dreams, and wish them their dreams come true... but due to some very complicated reasons, it didn't work."

Yun Xianhe shrugged when he said this.

Maori Kogoro, who was standing by, complained with his half-moon eyes:

"How many things have you done?"

At the age of 18, her life feels richer than that of an older man.

"Haha, what happened next?"

Yui Uehara added:

“Although he would come back occasionally to visit, the kind-hearted rich man passed away due to illness after completing the procedures for transferring the villa to those young people.

And those people left the villa after two or three years when they were able to support themselves.

Since five or six years ago, the only people living here seem to be a couple who met and got married here.”

Yun Xianhe was writing something on the paper, as if he wanted to write down every word the other person said.

Yamato Gansuke upstairs spoke:

"Uehara, show them the pictures of the people who have lived here."

"Yes! These are the six people."

As Uehara Yui spoke, she took out a stack of photos from the file bag she carried with her.

As the oldest one, Kogoro Mori naturally reached out to take it.

Yun Xianhe picked up Conan who was standing beside his legs and moved closer to Maori to look at the photos.

"The photo at the top is of the illustrator, Mr. Shusaku Akashi."

[A man with a long face, black round-frame glasses, and long black curly hair. His hair is tied with a rubber band behind his neck.]

The scanning program transcribes the contents of the photo in real time.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head as Uehara Yui explained, trying hard to imagine what this person looked like in his mind.

"The second one is the actor, Mr. Suichuan Naoki."

[A man with dark blue hair, a large octagonal face, and a small mustache on his upper lip that curls up at the end.]

A mustache that sticks up?

It sounds like an octopus tentacle.

"The third one is a novelist, Ms. Kobashi Aoi."

[A middle-aged woman with brown hair about three centimeters below her earlobes and a haggard face.]

It seems like hard work.

"Next is the fashion designer, Mr. Yamabuki Shoji."

[A long-faced man with short brown-black hair, bangs that are close to his scalp, and a big mustache, dressed elegantly. ]

Wait, wait a moment.

Bangs that touch the scalp?

"And the CG creator, Mr. Momose Takuto."

[A man with brown skin, black hair, thick eyebrows, a beard, and a black cap worn backwards. For his body shape, please refer to the image of Inspector Megure with a beard in the database.]

……what?

The brave man holding Conan in one hand raised his hand and pressed the electronic sticker.

Inspector Megure has a beard? ?

There is absolutely no way to see it!

Don't grow a beard, Officer Megure!

…But then again, Mr. Guang seems to be very keen on growing a beard.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe frowned in confusion.

Why do you have a weird beard, Mr. Guang?

"Finally, the musician, Mr. Naoki Shiro."

[The man with short blond hair and thick eyebrows may not have had a good rest based on the photo.]

The images in Yun Xianhe's mind kept changing.

Sometimes it's an octagonal head, sometimes it's the black-skinned Inspector Megure.

...Why would he get a job with so many suspects at this time?

Wait a minute, these are just the people involved, the dead haven’t been announced yet.

What if everyone dies?

...It's not a big problem. The scanner will compare the data and tell him directly who the person opposite him is.

Just when Yun Xianhe was daydreaming about the battle between the octopus tentacles and the bearded man.

Maori Kogoro, who was standing by, looked at the person in the photo with half-moon eyes and let out a long "Ah..."

"These names seem to have been heard somewhere before, but also seem to be names I have never heard of before."

“Have you heard of it or not…?”

Yun Xianhe searched in his mind.

Well...anyway, he had never heard of these people's names, nor had he seen them.

"Come to think of it, I've been a little curious since a while ago... What on earth is this thing? There seems to be traces of colored paper being pasted on the door of the room and then torn off."

Xiaolan said this and looked at the door of the room next to her.

Not knowing what she was thinking of, the girl looked back at Kogoro Mori and the others with some fear.

Colored paper?

Yun Xianhe suddenly realized.

Conan, who was held in his arms, whispered:

"Is that the one?"

"That should be the case, but these people's names are really coincidental."

The pronunciation just happens to be similar to other words or something...

The little detective who was being held moved a little and wanted to get out of Yun Xianhe's arms.

Inadvertently, he saw the notebook that Yun Xianhe had been holding in his hand since a while ago.

The words above are not neon language, nor do they look like flower characters. It is no exaggeration to say that they are just scribbles.

After looking at it for a long time without understanding it, Conan's mouth twitched and he asked in a low voice:

"Brother Xianhe, do you remember what that is?"

"Oh, it's Chinese."

"……what?"

What language??