Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The two people hanging on him, one on the left and one on the right, sang in unison:

[“Sir! Shui Ling is bullying me!”]

"I'm so hungry, sir. I feel like I'm starving to death."

[“Wow, wow, wow, why am I so weak in one subject? This is horrible! A level 10 nightmare!”]

"Have we had dinner yet, sir?"

The gentleman who was formerly ranked first in the adventurer ranking and is now a guide reached out his hand, used his extraordinary strength to lift the two people up one by one, and walked towards the tent.

[“Sun, where’s the hangover medicine?”]

[“I’m here, I’m ready! I’ve tried to persuade you, but it’s no use. By the way, I recorded something super funny, do you want to see it, sir?”]

【“Wait a moment.”】

[“Uh…Sir, my stomach feels bad. Is the wine poisonous?”]

The magician, who was carried on the shoulders and had his stomach bruised, had a pale face and looked very unwell.

Bai Yue Changsheng threw him on a recliner, and after testing the temperature of his forehead, he said:

[“Well, I poisoned you this morning.”]

[“Ah… No wonder I can see stars in the daytime before I even finish my drink. Ha! I knew there are no stars in the daytime!”]

So he saw stars because of poisoning!

"No, it's there during the day! You just can't see it!"

The brave man who was thrown onto another reclining chair spoke.

Yun Xianhe stood up quickly and pointed his hand towards the sky:

"There are definitely stars at that location and angle on the star map!"

[“Wow—the stars are so bright.”]

“That’s the sun.”

The sober guide raised his hand to block the two people's eyes from looking straight into the scorching sun.

Yun Xianhe blinked as he felt the sky darken. He turned around and pointed at the person who brought over two bottles of unknown liquid:

"No, the sun is here."

Hearing this, Bai Yue Changsheng smiled helplessly and responded repeatedly:

[“Yes, the sun is here with us. Come, give it to me. The sun made something delicious for you.”]

"...Sir, I'm not stupid."

After the stopper was opened, the crystal bottle exuded a smell of poison (?).

Yun Xianhe glanced at the unknown liquid in the bottle, then looked at Taiyang who was feeding the ghost medicine, and at the ghost who seemed to be about to faint, and finally looked at the guide.

That look clearly asked: Does he look gullible?

The person being stared at by the pair of heterochromatic eyes chuckled and took out an oil-paper bag from his pocket.

The smell of saltine crackers filled the air.

The hungry hero's eyes suddenly lit up.

[“If you drink this, I’ll give it to you. How about that?”]

"make a deal!"

[“It’s so easy to coax you.”]

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was drinking the medicine obediently, Bai Yue Changsheng couldn't help but sigh.

The bitter taste in my mouth had not yet dissipated before it was suppressed by a bite of saltine crackers.

The person who was eating the cake obediently glanced at the ghost next to him whose soul seemed to be about to float out, broke off a piece and stuffed it into the other's mouth.

The magician who had 'come back to life' gave him a thumbs up:

[“One more piece!”]

A palm-sized pancake was not enough for two young men to share, half each.

The magician, who drank less and sobered up earlier, rubbed his forehead and stood up, looking at the sun and cotton in the distance who were feeding Uncle Shitou with sobering medicine, and suddenly said:

[“I’m hungry. Yunyun, are you hungry?”]

The drunken hero squinted his eyes, propped up his chin and looked at the guide who was making a fire and cooking in the distance, and said lazily:

"Wait."

Last time on my birthday, I wanted to help out on a whim, but ended up causing a group of people to almost go hungry.

The ghost, who could only cook some simple dishes, became obedient after hearing this. He tilted his body and rested his head on Yun Xianhe's legs, and his fruit green eyes behind the gauze closed.

Yun Xianhe, who was also lying on his back, felt the sunlight shining through the leaves and onto his body, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

The wind picked up, bringing with it the aroma of food and wine from afar, as well as the noise of a large family making noise.

The hero, feeling sleepy, yawned and sighed slowly:

"What a nice day..."

[“That’s what I mean…”]

The ghost lying on top of him echoed.

The rustling sound of wind blowing through the leaves made me more sleepy.

Yun Xianhe, who closed his eyes in a daze, seemed to hear a ghost calling him, and almost subconsciously responded with a nasal sound.

"Ok?"

[“Wake up, it’s time to eat.”]

[“Come on, Xiaohe! The food is already on the table!”]

[“Our birthday boy hasn’t woken up yet? Hahaha, wake up quickly, Ayun!”]

[“If you don’t come to open the presents, I’ll keep them.”]

【“The longevity noodles are ready——”】

Click,

The crisp sound of the door lock instantly woke up the sleeping person.

The brave man, who had slept in the corner of the workshop all night wrapped in the dust cloth covering the easel, now opened his eyes wide and looked vigilantly at the source of the sound.

The room was pitch black with heavy blackout curtains drawn, and the open door was the only source of light.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled by Yun Xianhe's sudden sitting up and stopped at the door of the workshop.

He looked at the person who was sitting there motionless, staring blankly at something, and called out cautiously:

"Idle Crane?"

A very gentle call is enough to break all dreams.

In the pitch-black vision, the smiling person dissipated like stardust.

Yun Xianhe subconsciously wanted to grab something.

The fingertips hit the edge of the picture frame the moment they were raised, as if reminding him.

The night fades and it's time to wake up.

The people who were frozen in place suddenly woke up as if from a dream.

The aftereffects of not getting a good rest and the pain from the alcohol that had not yet completely dissipated came back to haunt me belatedly.

Yun Xianhe stretched out his hand and pressed his temple tightly, frowning, his voice a little hoarse:

"Mr. Guang?"

"Are you okay? Want some water?"

"No...I'm fine. What time is it now?"

"A little after 10 noon."

"It's past ten o'clock..."

The man who had only had a piece of cake and a bunch of wine since yesterday noon gave a wry smile.

No wonder I was so hungry in my dream just now.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Zhu Fu Jingguang asked:

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat now?"

"Well...it's all right, if it's not too much trouble."

"Then I'll go get ready now. By the way, Conan and the others are waiting for you downstairs."

"Is there something wrong? Never mind, I'll go down and ask him later."

The person whose brain was blacked out for a moment did not think that the other person's arrival might be related to him.

Ignore that 'they' too.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe should have woken up, Zhu Fu Jingguang did not enter the room, but closed the door lightly.

Before leaving, he glanced at the painting that should have been held in Yun Xianhe's arms last night - five people outlined in bright colors, all smiling at the brave man.

Is it true...

The footsteps fade away.

The brave man sitting in the dark rubbed his face twice, then stroked it, grabbed the picture frame beside him, and half-hugged it in his arms.

It is still a bit difficult to hold the picture frame that is more than half a person's height.

Yun Xianhe rested his forehead on the canvas, as if that was hiding himself in their arms.

"Ah... I really don't want to do the mission..."