Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

midwinter.

The heavy snow last night covered everything in sight with a layer of piercing white.

A cold wind blew through, carrying the thin snowflakes around in a whistling sound.

Even if the snow stops today and the sun is shining brightly.

But in a season like this, sneaking across the border is obviously not a wise choice.

What's more, it was chosen at night.

During this period of time, several men in black, led by Gin, successfully smuggled ashore.

The model worker of the winery, who had truly experienced 'survival at sea', had a look of fatigue on his face.

When he really stepped on the land, Gin couldn't even believe it.

The mixture of snow and sand underfoot made a squeaking sound as the black leather shoes stepped on it.

Gin, who was sure that he was really back, stared blankly at the familiar building hidden in the darkness in the distance, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips:

"came back?"

His voice was hoarse due to days of running around and lack of water, and it was not very pleasant.

Vodka, whose calves were trembling, looked around.

After confirming that they were really back in Neon, I almost cried with joy.

"Brother, brother, we are really back!"

God knows how much suffering and hardship they endured along the way.

There were several times when Vodka thought he would die at sea, but those demons had no intention of letting them go.

Once we find that they seem to be in trouble, we will lend a helping hand.

After they recovered, a new round of torture began.

Not limited to secretly sabotaging their ships, stealing their food and weapons...

Vodka was sure that if they were 'rescued' any later, he would probably go crazy.

Vermouth, who felt as if her whole body was being marinated by the sea, didn't want to talk.

After being on the sea for so long, her skin became worse.

"Go back and rest first, and remember to clean up your tail."

Unless they want to wake up with a few more men in black robes around them.

“Ha, ha, ha, hahahaha!!!”

Gin's sudden laughter startled several people present.

The other person was leaning back, laughing crazily.

The hoarse voice seemed to be telling of his days of depression and the irritability that he had nowhere to vent.

Finally, finally!

Vermouth, who was standing by, chose to move away from Gin when he started laughing.

If the other party suddenly did something unreasonable, she didn't want to be the unlucky person implicated.

"Big brother?"

Vodka shouted weakly, also a little afraid to step forward.

After all, Gin looks too crazy now.

Finally, the person who had laughed enough stopped.

Looking at the dark sky, Gin's lips curled up in an evil arc, and his pupils trembled slightly because of excitement:

"Let's start with those damn rats!"

·

“They are back.”

"you know."

A cup of hot drink landed on the table in front of him.

Yun Xianhe supported his chin with one hand and looked at Amuro Toru in front of him through the rising mist.

A day had passed since he returned from Nagano.

Now is the second day of rest and recuperation, and there are only three days left before blindness.

When Yun Xianhe heard the scanner say that Amuro Toru looked a little tired, he forced a smile:

"Mr. Amuro, it seems like you didn't get enough rest again."

The person who had been threatened with "I'll give you a shot of nutrient if you catch me" a long time ago, felt his hands tremble.

The beautiful decoration on the cupcake was a little crooked.

Amuro Toru, who was very afraid that the other party was going to hit her on the spot, sighed slightly.

Yun Xianhe understood:

"Is it because they came back and your rhythm was disrupted, that's why it happened?"

"Ah."

What was originally a peaceful day became more stressful due to the increase in danger.

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro smiled self-deprecatingly.

'Increased danger'?

Those people were supposed to be here.

It's just because of someone that he can enjoy this hard-earned relaxing time.

Thinking about this, Toru Amuro looked at the man sitting at the bar, squinting his eyes and not seeming to care about what happened just now, and was a little puzzled:

"You were the one who led them there in the first place, right? Why now..."

"I just can't leave. Or is there any way Mr. Amuro can help me keep it a secret from Mr. Guang for a week?"

Yun Xianhe took away the piece of cake that was ruined by Amuro Toru without any hesitation.

"If Mr. Amuro can really do that, I can ask them to leave here and find a place where no one is..."

Kalen,

The fork pierced the cake and hit the china plate.

Amuro Toru looked at the man who scooped out a large piece of cake with a fork and put it into his mouth. After a brief silence, he suddenly asked:

"Don't you like sweet things?"

This cake of his is not specially made with less sugar.

"Let me tell you a story?"

"Oh? Then I'll have to listen carefully."

[Big brother, big brother, are you telling me this? ]

Yun Xianhe used a cake fork to scrape off some of the cream on the cake.

As he slowly divided the cake base into small pieces, he said:

"A long time ago, two children became friends because of a piece of candy."

"Maybe because he thinks the other person is cute, the child who gives candy will bring a different candy to the other person every day."

"The children who eat candy also think that the other person is a good person, so they will give other gifts in return after receiving the candy."

"The two became best friends, playing together and growing up together..."

"Until one day, the usual candy was drugged."

Toru Amuro was stunned when he heard this.

Yun Xianhe seemed not to notice his abnormality and continued speaking:

"When he woke up, he found himself locked in a laboratory. He asked him what he wanted to do. He replied that it was for a greater goal. He also said..."

The boy threw away the fork in his hand, raised his head and looked at Amuro Toru with a smile.

But there was no smile in those dead eyes.

"'Don't you like sweets the most? As long as you behave, I will bring you some every day.'"

"Every day. Every day. You have to swallow it even if you don't want to."

Like sweet things?

not really.

I just accepted it because it was a 'symbol of friendship' given by my so-called friends.

After hearing this story, Toru Amuro felt a chill down his spine for a moment.

He looked solemnly at the person in front of him who was picking and choosing cakes, and frowned slightly.

There was a hint of pity in his half-closed eyes.

Looking at the person stuffing the cake into his mouth, Amuro Toru opened his mouth, his throat felt a little dry:

"Don't eat it."

If you don’t want to eat it, don’t eat it.

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"Why? It tastes good and there's nothing wrong with the cake."

"you,"

"Mr. Amuro, you didn't mistake the person in that story just now for me, did you?"

Toru Amuro was stunned when he heard this.

The hero, who had almost finished eating the cake, narrowed his eyes, smiled as if he had succeeded in his prank, and asked back:

"Even if it's true, why do you think I'm the one who got caught?"

"…So it's true?"

"It's not true. It's just a story I heard. As for me not liking to eat sweet things, it's purely because I had a toothache and the doctor told me to eat less."

"..."

Even though the boy said so.

But the person in front of him was not Zhu Fu Jingguang.

No matter how light-hearted the words are, they can't fool Toru Amuro. He can even be certain that this experience has absolutely happened to him.

But Yun Xianhe was unwilling to talk more and deliberately evaded the question...

Do you think he would feel sad and worried when he knew?

Don’t you want to feel pity for the other person because of this?