Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Amuro Toru held his breath with some caution and asked in a deep voice:

"who are you?"

There must be a note with his name on the phone screen, so the other party knew it.

The question is, it’s so late, where is Xianhe?

Moreover, why did this person answer the phone? Where is Xianhe?

"01. Is there something wrong?"

Compared to his well-behaved and considerate appearance in front of Yun Xianhe not long ago, 01's tone when speaking to Amuro Toru was not friendly.

Hearing the other party's question, Amuro Toru opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

01? Name? Why would someone use a number to represent their name?

Yes, he wanted to ask Yun Xianhe,

Just as Amuro Toru was thinking this, Yun Xianhe's voice mixed with laughter came from the receiver again:

"The guy in 349 took a fancy to the camera at first sight during the one-year-old ceremony, but the cameraman refused to give it to him, so he started crying."

"Hahahaha! The sound was so loud, it was earth-shattering, and it scared the cameraman to death."

"Come to think of it, 01, do you still have the gun you chose?"

The brave man sitting next to the other person muttered, and used one hand to pull out the place where the other person usually put his equipment.

With a hook and a pull of her slender fingers, she easily took away the pistol that 01 had hidden in his coat pocket.

Yun Xianhe, who was blind, was groping for the gun while trying to recall its appearance from memory.

The drunk man's cheeks were slightly red, and his half-closed heterochromatic eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Recalling the model of this gun, Yun Xianhe smiled and sighed:

"This gun was my first creation at the time. I'm glad you like it."

Without waiting for Amuro Toru's reply, 01 simply left it aside and focused on talking to Yun Xianhe:

"Yes, I like it as long as it's made by adults."

"Hehe, you only know how to say nice things. That's not what you said when you were asked to replace your arm."

"That arm has 222 involved, so it doesn't count."

He only wants any key parts of his body to be made by adults.

Yun Xianhe, who thought 01 had some kind of mysophobia, raised his hand and rubbed his hair twice, grinning and saying:

"Be careful that 222 finds out and secretly dismantles your bed in the middle of the night."

"Then I'll tear him down."

"Hahahaha!"

Yun Xianhe laughed so hard upon hearing this.

The sea breeze carried his voice far away, and just by hearing it one could feel how happy he was.

But Toru Amuro, who heard the whole process on the other end of the phone, didn't think so.

Whether it is the "first work" or "arm replacement", and then to the later "demolition", it is enough for Toru Amuro to come up with a lot of things in his mind.

After getting rid of the words "disability" and "dismemberment" from his mind, Amuro Toru raised his voice slightly and shouted into the phone:

"Mr. Xianhe!"

Hearing the voice, Yun Xianhe turned his head and looked towards where 01 was.

The boy raised his hand and pointed, his fingertips almost poking the other person's cheek:

"Don't talk like a black-skinned golden retriever. Change your voice back to its original tone. It sounds better."

Amuro Toru felt like he was being disdained for a moment: “???”

Also, what is a black-skinned golden retriever?

"Sir, I wasn't the one talking just now. It was Amuro who called you."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe narrowed his eyes and moved closer to 01.

The darkness before my eyes was impenetrable.

The hero, who was a little drunk, turned his head away and said in a tantrum:

"I don't know, I don't recognize, I can't see."

Amuro Toru, who heard it clearly: "..."

Did he just offend the other party?

01 nodded obediently and said to Amuro Toru on the other end of the phone:

"Did you hear that? He said he didn't know you."

"What, hey!"

"Beep beep..."

The sound of the phone being hung up echoed in the coffee shop.

Toru Amuro looked at the black phone screen and let out a sharp click of the tongue.

"What are you doing..."

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"cheers!"

"My Lord, don't you need something to eat?"

Today is your birthday, right?

Although in the past the other party rarely agreed to celebrate.

After drinking half a glass of wine, Yun Xianhe supported his chin with one hand and squinted his eyes to look towards the starry sky:

"Eat - I've already had cake, and there's nothing in particular I want to eat for dinner. The main thing is that there's no ingredients at all!"

The hero yelled and took another sip of the clear purple liquid.

The seaside is especially cold in winter.

Yun Xianhe buried his face in his scarf and murmured in a muffled voice:

“I really want to eat wontons…”

"grown ups,"

"Ah, come to think of it, when 992 first started learning how to cook, they made wontons. Wow - it tasted terrible! Half of the people in the base were hospitalized after eating it."

"But 1519's stomach parts are indeed the latest model. He has not been damaged by eating his food for so many years."

"The pastries at 1266 are a little better, but the bread was as hard as a rock at first."

Mumbling on and on.

The past years were constructed and reconstructed in this person's statements.

01, whose memories were stored in the database, seemed to see those scenes again following Yun Xianhe's words.

The square laboratory had metal walls that were reflected palely by the lights.

An experimenter in a white coat stands alone in front of the operating table.

From one to ten thousand, from one person to ten thousand and one people.

01 doesn’t know what loneliness is, but he feels that his parents are full of this emotion.

Hidden under a smile, hidden under a calm appearance.

"01, tell me...why is there a difference?"

The man, who was sobered up by the sea breeze, briefly showed a slightly confused expression.

01You can see the tip of the other person’s nose turned red from the cold, and the fatigue that can hardly be concealed in his lifeless eyes.

Even the strongest foundation needs rest.

Yun Xianhe knew this clearly, but he had no choice.

If "stopping" at this moment means "never meeting again".

Then all that was left for him was to sprint with all his might.

Just be faster, faster, and do it more perfectly.

You will definitely meet the person you want to meet.

All promises will be fulfilled.

By then... I can take a break, right?

"We're almost at the finish line..."

It is a custom for someone to give himself a word of encouragement on his birthday.

"To meet each other, to meet again."

"Ok?"

01 on the side suddenly spoke up.

Yun Xianhe, who didn't hear clearly, tilted his ear to listen.

He couldn't see that the face he had once created with his own hands was now serious and pious.

01 looked at Yun Xianhe steadily and said slowly and firmly:

"Parting is to meet others, to reunite with old friends."

01I don’t know what kind of mood and what kind of perseverance Yun Xianhe had when he embarked on this journey that was so long that even he, a robot, found it a little scary.

However, if the other party had not appeared at the beginning, he would not have been born.

and so……

The first-generation robot, dressed in a silver-gray robe, opened his arms toward his creator:

"I believe that you will get everything you want. However, if you are tired, you can rest here."

"We will always protect you and stay by your side. As long as you still need me, there will never be any separation between us."

"I will always follow you and always meet you again in the next moment."

The cold winter wind seemed to be blocked by the open arms.

Yun Xianhe heard the sincerity in the words mixed with the subtle sound of electric current, like the sudden rising sun.

Bright and sincere.