Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Conan looked at the wine bottle of another color in Yun Xianhe's hand with his crescent eyes.

It was a slightly strange, crystal green color. When he shook his wrist towards the other person, a few bubbles would occasionally rise from the liquid.

…It looks like poison no matter how you look at it.

"Brother Xianhe,"

"One last drink, or are you in a hurry to go home? I'll ask someone to take you there."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe glanced at the three little ones who had already eaten their fill on the other side, and reached into his pocket to take out his cell phone.

"Hey? Aren't you going out to play?"

Hearing this, Ayumi asked subconsciously.

According to their children's birthday tradition.

This day is not only about eating delicious food and opening presents, but you also have to hang out with good friends!

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe shrugged his shoulders, pointed at the people who were lying on the table, slumped on the chairs, or lying under the table, and asked:

"It seems that there is no way out."

“…Haha, that’s true…”

“These adults…”

Mitsuhiko complained quietly.

The three little ones expressed helplessness towards these adults who got drunk after just one glass of wine.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was still drinking, he felt that he was really amazing. (Good kids, don't learn this.)

Yun Xianhe, holding a wine glass in one hand and a phone in the other, was obviously distracted.

The outgoing call was answered as soon as it rang.

Yun Xianhe spoke directly:

"Drive over here and help me take these kids home. Oh, and change into some casual clothes."

"Ok."

After briefly arranging the tasks, he hung up the phone.

Conan noticed that the note displayed on the screen that was not turned off was '01'.

Very strange name.

Or does Brother Xianhe like to use numbers to remember people?

"Actually, Brother Xianhe, you don't have to worry about us. We can..."

"Have you finished your homework?"

"..."

It was a great topic terminator that successfully silenced all three little ones.

After drinking a glass of wine, the brave man ignored the gaze of the little detective and put away the two unfinished bottles of wine on the table.

The man who knew he couldn't drink any more sighed and stood up slowly:

"You're an adult now..."

Why do you still need to be controlled by a child?

Conan said in a deep voice:

"Brother Xianhe, you are not yet 20 years old."

"Haha, didn't I tell you my age? I'm already years old. Oh, if you include the one I just turned 18, I should be..."

"...Do you think I will believe it?"

"seriously?"

Conan didn't believe it, but Ayumi next to him did.

It was probably because Yun Xianhe sounded too familiar when he talked about his age, and his confident look was inexplicably convincing.

The man who was holding Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji in one hand responded:

"Of course, a brave man never lies."

"Where is Brother Xianhe from?"

"From the Ninth Continent."

"The Ninth Continent? There's no such place in the world, right?"

"Of course there is, but it is very, very far away and requires a spaceship to reach it."

The child's little head is filled with big doubts.

Conan held his chin and looked at the guy who was moving people and saying some nonsense, and complained in a low voice:

"I think you are actually quite suitable for writing fairy tales..."

Mitsuhiko at the side asked in a low voice with some uncertainty:

"Hey, Conan, is Brother Xianhe drunk?"

"I think so... Just treat it as the rant of a drunk novelist."

"Could it be the content of the next book?"

"Well... I guess so..."

Fortunately, Yun Xianhe's house has enough empty rooms and is large enough.

The three members of the police academy team slept on the floor in the room where Zhufu Jingguang usually lived.

After helping several people take off their coats and stuffing them into their quilts, Yun Xianhe asked 113 to take a photo for him and send it to Toru Amuro.

A sentence was also attached.

Meanwhile, Bourbon, who was heading to the distillery for a meeting, had a gloomy face.

After staying up all night without sleep, my eyes are full of fatigue, and the thick dark circles are almost becoming permanent.

The phone in my pocket rang.

Toru Amuro took out his cell phone and took a look.

[The three of them are in my hands. If you want them to be safe, bring 30 sandwiches here tonight, or I will kill them. - Yun Xianhe]

[? — Toru Amuro]

After reading the message sent by Yun Xianhe, Toru Amuro silently sent a question mark to the other party, and then clicked on another photo email.

In the picture, three people were sleeping soundly with their heads close together.

A thin ray of sunlight fell from one side, shining on the soft blanket covering them.

Seeing the peaceful and tranquil life, the man who was originally exhausted and almost breathless smiled gently and typed back:

[This time it’s on my account. —Toru Amuro]

[Understand, this is a ransom, of course you have to pay for it. ——Yun Xianhe]

[Yes, yes, please show some mercy, Mr. kidnapper. Those people are very fragile. — Toru Amuro]

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows calmly when he heard 113 read out the text message, and the corners of his mouth curled up into the first sincere and trouble-making smile of the day.

When Mr. Guang and the others wake up, he will definitely show them this sentence.

weak?

Wow - what a bold statement.

I can already imagine the three men pinning Mr. Amuro to the ground and doing this and that.

The brave man who succeeded in the blackmail began his diligent work of moving corpses under the supervision of the little detective.

Xiaolan and Sonoko were sent by Yun Xianhe to the guest room on the first floor where Conan usually stayed when he came.

It is quite dangerous for a blind man to carry people to the second floor.

In the end, Dr. Agasa had no choice but to let him sleep on the sofa bed in the living room.

By the time Yun Xianhe had moved everyone into the room and covered them with quilts, 01 had arrived.

Send the three reluctant little ones into the car.

The brave man who was standing at the door enjoying the breeze shrank himself into his winter clothes and squinted his eyes at the sky not far away.

"What a weird thing..."

There had been no good weather before, so it was a rare opportunity for him to have his birthday.

Unexpectedly, the weather was also very good the next day.

But looking at the clouds in the distance, it might snow in the afternoon.

Conan, who hadn't left yet, didn't know what he was thinking.

But the little detective knew that if he didn't drag the person back into the house, he might catch a cold.

"Come on, Brother Xianhe, let's go back to the house."

"Is not you going home?"

"I'm going to wait here for Xiaolan to wake up, and then go back with her."

"Yeah - that's true. If you go back alone, both you and Uncle Maori will starve to death, right? Why don't you stay with me? You can even have dinner with me."

Yun Xianhe muttered to himself as he let the other party pull his sleeve and walk into the house.

Conan laughed dryly twice and pushed the person to the empty corner where the other person usually stayed.

"Rest here for a while? Or do you want to go upstairs?"

"It seems like you're very caring today, Conan."

"You drank too much."

"I'm not drunk."

Yun Xianhe said this and sat down on the bean bag sofa.

The loose and comfortable feeling brings out a lazy feeling.

The eyelids of the person who had not slept well to begin with soon started to fight with each other.

Yun Xianhe yawned lazily, casually picked up a book from the bookshelf beside him, opened it and put it directly on his face to block the sunlight coming directly from the window.

A light breath soon came from under the pages of the book.

Conan looked at the man who was lying there and fell asleep almost in a second, and sighed helplessly:

"Isn't he still drunk?"