Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"what?"

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the woman who had forgotten to cry due to shock, and then glanced at Yun Xianhe:

"How did you know that? Where's the evidence?"

"Hey? Has Xiaoyun found the murderer?!"

The two people who saw Yun Xianhe solving a case for the first time were both a little curious.

After making sure that everyone stayed where they were, Kenji Hagiwara dragged Jinpei Matsuda to stand near the corpse to maintain the scene. He also moved closer to Yun Xianhe, wanting to hear how he came up with the answer.

Yun Xianhe, who hadn't even put on his glasses yet, frowned slightly as he looked at the various analyzable clues that were constantly being refreshed.

There are tiny scratches on Mr. Zhen Ping's fingertips. Is it caused by disassembling mechanical parts?

There was fine dust on his sunglasses and hair, so he must have passed by a construction site on the way here.

So they came from the street on the right side of the back alley.

The third button from the top is slightly loose, but the thread hasn't fallen off. Judging from the signs of pulling, it can probably hold up for another week...

Mr. Hagi has long, smooth hair, and he doesn't usually tie it up.

Although his expression was relaxed, his eyes were always on guard around him, probably to prevent any emergencies.

The clothes smell of laundry detergent beads, a new brand...

The murderer lady's eyes were evasive, probably thinking about how to shirk the charge.

The hands behind the back seem to be moving, throwing away evidence? Or wiping hands?

Even if you wipe it, the poison on your hands will not disappear.

The gentleman next to him... is happy? It seems that there is a grudge.

But the smug look on his face didn't seem like an accomplice, but more like he was celebrating his liberation...

Mr. Amuro from the kitchen retreated with a mysterious look on his face.

Do you choose to hide because you don't want to be recognized?

Mr. Hikaru just made a small move on Mr. Amuro,

It’s not sign language or Morse code…a gesture agreed upon by ourselves?

If you crack it according to the rules...

hiss--

Yun Xianhe lowered his head in pain as he received and processed too much information in an instant.

He took half a step back, increasing the distance between himself and Matsuda Jinpei, who was closest to him.

"What's wrong? Xiaoyun, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, please stay a little further away from me, Mr. Jinping..."

"what?!"

"Ha! Is Jinpei-chan disliked? Is it because his expression is too fierce?"

"What did you say, Hagi?"

Hearing the two people's tone, Yun Xianhe thought they were going to quarrel, but he smiled and waved his hand without raising his head:

"Hahaha... I don't hate Mr. Jinpei, it's just that my eyes get uncomfortable when I get too close to others."

Jinpei Matsuda raised his knee and gave Kenji Hagiwara a kneeling blow.

When the indigo eyes behind the sunglasses noticed the beads of sweat oozing from the boy's forehead, he let out a sigh.

Matsuda pulled his little boy Xunran, who was moving forward, back with one hand, and pulled a chair from another table and placed it next to Yun Xianhe.

"You're so pale and yet you're still trying to be brave."

"How thoughtful, little Zhen Ping."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing by, realized something was wrong the moment he saw Yun Xianhe frowning, and quickly helped him sit down:

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I have a headache. It will be better after a while."

The processor of 'Physique 2' is really easy to overload...

Zhu Fu Jingguang took out a painkiller from his pocket, poured out a pill and handed it over.

Yun Xianhe, who had just put on his glasses, was slightly stunned when he saw the pill:

"Why does Mr. Guang carry this with him?"

"I thought you would need it, so I always keep some in my pocket."

"Ah—how thoughtful."

Just as Kenji Hagiwara was about to hand the water to the other person, he saw the boy take out a can of unknown medicine from his pocket, pour out several tablets, and throw them all into his mouth.

If I hadn't seen it beforehand, I would have thought he was eating something because of his expressionless chewing movements.

"Isn't it bitter?"

"Thank you Mr. Hagi, I'm fine."

Yun Xianhe, who was touched by the bitter medicine taken by Zhu Fu Jingguang, controlled his expression and reached out to take the water handed to him by Hagiwara.

I feel like I need to find an opportunity to put some of the system's painkillers on Mr. Guang's side.

Not only is it not bitter, it also does not cause drug resistance.

Kenji and Matsuda looked at each other and both thought of the word "habit".

"Hey! You little brat over there! What nonsense were you talking about just now! The one who fell down was my fiancé! Why would I kill him?!"

Hagiwara Kenji: "Miss, please calm down."

"do not know."

Zhu Fujing stood in front of Yun Xianhe, who leaned against the back of his chair with his eyes half closed, speaking lazily:

"How would I know what kind of love-hate relationship there is between you? As for the method of committing the crime, I will tell you after the police arrive, so as to save you the trouble of repeating it again."

"what?!"

Yun Xianhe raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. Looking at the woman who obviously wanted to say something, he added expressionlessly:

"Instead of explaining it to me, you should spend more time retelling your lie and telling it to the officer."

"I,"

jingle--

The door of the hotel was pushed open, and Officer Megure, who had just come in, was visibly stunned when he saw Yun Xianhe sitting on a chair surrounded by people.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe had no obvious injuries, Megure Shisan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked at him with half-moon eyes:

"Why is it you again, Brother Xianhe?"

"I don't want to either, Officer Megure."

Yun Xianhe glanced at the man with coral-like bangs following behind Officer Megure and laughed bitterly:

"Please solve this case quickly. I feel like I'm starving to death."

"Really... Could it be that you were infected by Maori brother..."

No, absolutely not!

It must be the reaction caused by the four sons of luck gathered at the scene, and it has nothing to do with him!

Yun Xianhe was holding the cup of water and sipping the warm water while thinking.

After showing their police officer credentials, Matsuda and the other man stood on the other side of him.

The brave man who was surrounded on both sides always felt that the way he sat here was very strange.

...The gangster boss and his thugs, bah!

"Xiao Yun, didn't you just say that woman was the murderer? Is there any crucial evidence?"

Kenji Hagiwara, who was standing by, poked the boy with his hand.

The latter lazily raised his eyes and looked at the woman who was crying with Inspector Megure:

"There should be cyanide residue in her left hand's nail polish, which should be detectable with testing. As for the method...it should be that she first pretends to knock the other person's chopsticks away, and then when she helps to open the new chopsticks, she applies the poison hidden in her nails to the tip of the chopsticks.

As for the evidence, it is the extra chopstick packaging on the table. After that, we only need to test the food at the scene to find the location of the poison contamination, and... here it is."

Yun Xianhe pursed his lips and signaled Hagiwara Kenji to look behind the woman.

"There's a napkin under the gap in the corner of the table. I just saw her throw it there with her own hands. There should be a lot of toxic reactions on it."

"Hey - that's amazing, is Xiaoyun observing so carefully?"

"As a novelist, I am best at filling in the gaps between the beginning and the end. It's the same with solving a case. All you have to do is grasp the most critical points, fill in the blanks, and then find the most reasonable story line."

Yun Xianhe said lightly.

This is not easy...

After hearing this, the three people all complained in their hearts at the same time.

When he heard that Inspector Megure wanted to gather everyone in the restaurant, Yun Xianhe glanced at Zhufu Jingguang beside him.

Sure enough, I saw the other person's fingers hanging by his side twitch slightly.

The young man lowered his eyes and glanced at Hagiwara and the other man, who had no intention of going forward to help.

Those who lurk in the darkness do not seem to want their friends to know the hidden danger at present.

So when the police officer with coral bangs was about to walk towards the kitchen, Yun Xianhe spoke:

"Inspector Megure, the murderer is that lady. The evidence is that there should still be a little cyanide left in her fingernails."

"Are you telling the truth, Brother Xianhe?"

Shiratori Rensaburo stopped and looked at Yun Xianhe who was sitting there and looked sick, and gradually became interested.

He remembered that Inspector Megure told him that a young man whose reasoning ability was no less than that of Kogoro Mori and Shinichi Kudo had recently appeared. Could this be the person?

Yun Xianhe, feeling the gaze, looked up at the other person and nodded politely.

"Hello, is this Xianhejun? My last name is Shiratori. I often hear Inspector Megure mention you. He said you have the ability to see through the essence of a case at a glance."

"Nice to meet you, Officer Shiratori."

"White Bird!"

Inspector Megure on the side shouted, and Shiratori Renzaburo said "excuse me" to Yun Xianhe, then turned and walked towards him.

Looking at Shiratori Renzaburo who began to interrogate the lady, Zhufu Jingguang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Guang, how about giving you a day off these two days?"

"Hmm? Xianhe, is there something wrong?"

"No, just wondering if you'd like to hang out with friends once in a while or something."

The hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched, and Zhu Fujing's face did not show:

"Thank you, Xianhe, but he's been busy lately and probably doesn't have time to get together."

"It's a shame. Well, Mr. Guang still has a friend like me by his side, so he's not lonely at least."

“…Pfft, yeah, Xianhe is right.”

Jingguang is so bad that you actually need someone who has lost all his old friends to comfort you.

Looking at the pale-lipped young man, Zhu Fujingguang turned his head away slightly, unable to bear to look at the heartless smile on the other's face.

"Hey - Xiaoyun didn't even include Xiaozhenping and me in this?"

Kenji Hagiwara standing by looked very sad, as if he was hit hard, and even covered his heart with his hands.

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows and smiled naturally:

"Mr. Hagi and Mr. Jinpei and I are just nodding acquaintances, right?"

"That's too much! We are clearly friends for life!"

"Hmm...That's true."

"Right!"

Kenji Hagiwara put his arm around the boy's shoulders and smiled brightly.

Feeling the boy's thin shoulders under his palm, Kenji Hagiwara's eyes darkened.

Are you so familiar?

Yun Xianhe, who was staggered by the small bump, was a little surprised.

If that's the case, then the people present have a life-and-death relationship with him.

Hiss—why does it feel like his friends are basically friends for life and death with him?

Is this what they call a friend in need is a friend indeed?

It doesn't feel right. If Mianhua were here, he would have criticized him harshly.

[“Xiao Xianhe, don’t be like a ghost in the future. Make friends with others and have to go through some weird “prelude” certification ceremony.”]

[“Huh?! Hey, hey, that’s a sense of ritual. Doesn’t life need a sense of ritual?”]

The ghost swung the baton in his hand, and the neatly arranged dishes and chopsticks began to tap and dance.

Cotton, who had just set the table, grabbed a spoon and waved it threateningly at the ghost:

[“If Xiao Xianhe wasn’t here, I would really hit you.”]

[“You sound like you don’t hit the cotton ball enough.”]

[“What? Am I that violent?”]

【“Don’t be so loud. Be more elegant.”】

【"Go! Go! Go!"】

Looking at the two people quarreling,

Uncle Shitou and Little Sun, who were preparing lunch ingredients, smiled at the same time.

Yun Xianhe, who was planning the next route with his husband, looked up when he heard the voice, and his heterochromatic eyes were gentle:

【“Okay, listen to Cotton.”】

Cotton hummed twice with a hint of pride after being affirmed. The ghost on the other side smacked his lips and raised his hand to touch the bandage on his eyes:

[“Has it been a while since we last listened to the team song?”]

[“Now? Dinner is about to start.”]

[“Let’s get the atmosphere ready before dinner. Come on—I’m going to start the mood—”]

[“Ghost! Put down my plate! It’s just been set!”]

"Pfft, sorry."

Kenji Hagiwara and the others looked at the boy who was in a daze and then laughed out loud, and they looked at each other.

"Did Xiaoyun think of something happy?"

Yun Xianhe cleared his throat when asked, lowered his eyes and looked at the water cup in his hand softly, and said in a light tone:

"I just think of those five noisy friends who were always fighting for their lives."

"Oh - Xiaoyun has quite a lot of close friends, can you introduce them to each other next time?"

Morifushi Keimitsu, who was standing next to Kenji Hagiwara, wanted to interrupt him halfway through his words, but he was a step too late.

Yun Xianhe was silent for a while after hearing this request, and then said in a relaxed tone:

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't be able to see Mr. Hagi. But if I wait a little longer, I should be able to go over there and see them."

Once you complete the mission, you can go home.

Speaking of which, these people in this world were all rescued by him, so it can be considered as a disguised way of letting him practice in advance how to rescue those people, right?

perhaps.