Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

In the end, the little detective took it all on his own.

Conan thoughtfully found a blanket to cover the other person, then walked around the house and finally started reading a book on Yun Xianhe's bookshelf with nothing to do.

I have to say that the other party has collected quite a lot of mystery novels.

More books than the ones he has at Kudo's house.

It was a quiet afternoon with a peaceful atmosphere.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface.

The hero covered his face with a book and half-opened his eyes expressionlessly.

The fingers hanging at your sides curled slightly as they felt the warmth on your skin.

Darkness is everywhere.

An invisible undercurrent was surging through his body, bringing with it layers of chills that made his limbs numb.

I want to go lie outside and bask in the sun.

I want to listen to the sound of the wind, I want to listen to the rustling of trees.

I don't want to stay in a 'grave' made of stones and wood.

But going out will make you sick.

……

……

……laugh.

When did he start caring about this?

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe turned over and sat up from the sofa, then walked out carrying a blanket and a book.

Conan, who was immersed in the novel, looked up when he heard the voice.

"Brother Xianhe?"

"It's a bit too stuffy in the room. I'm going to sit outside."

"Eh? You're going to catch a cold, right?"

"Don't worry, I brought a blanket and I'm well dressed."

Conan looked at the plush slippers on the other person's feet and was silent.

But it was obvious that he thought the drunk Yun Xianhe would not listen to his advice.

...Or even if he was sober?

Yun Xianhe casually closed the floor-to-ceiling window and had no idea what Conan was thinking.

The fresh air outside made him feel a little better, and even the rustling sounds that had been lingering in his ears were less noisy.

The person who walked to the long swing skillfully wrapped himself in a blanket and fell on it.

I can't see anything with my eyes open.

But Yun Xianhe could clearly feel the sunlight on his body and the wind blowing his hair.

In my ears was the rustling of leaves that had not yet fallen and the creaking of the somewhat rusty swing.

Real and vivid, it makes people feel like they are living in the present world.

The brave man who got a sense of security from these things calmed his heart, slowly closed his eyes, and allowed himself to fall into the dream.

In such sunny weather, he should be able to have a good dream, right?

113 in the system space took a look and saw that no one was paying attention. It turned into a soft little hamster and landed next to Yun Xianhe's hand, carefully holding one of the other's fingers.

【Good dreams, everyone. 】

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The sound of tires rolling on the road stopped abruptly.

Conan, who had just finished reading a page of the novel, looked up and saw a figure climbing over the wall into the yard.

The startled little detective stared with wide eyes at the uninvited guest who suddenly visited him.

From the action just now when he landed, it can be seen that the opponent is very skilled.

Huh?

Conan was stunned for a moment when he noticed the other person's silver hair belatedly.

He remembered that the man who sent Mitsuhiko and the others home just now also had hair of the same color, right?

As if noticing Conan's gaze, the person standing in the yard turned around and looked over.

01 He glanced at Conan who was standing there stupidly for some reason, gestured to him to keep quiet, and then walked towards the swing.

Conan was naturally worried because he didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

Although Yun Xianhe is outside, he is drunk now and may not be conscious.

Thinking of this, the little detective carefully opened the French window and looked in the direction of the swing.

They were quite far away, so I couldn't hear if they were having a conversation.

But Conan saw that the tall guy bent down and moved closer to Yun Xianhe, as if he was talking.

Yun Xianhe, who was lying on the swing, ignored him and even pulled the blanket to cover his head.

...Very good, this is very Xianhe Ge.

Looking at the other party's actions, 01 smiled helplessly, reached out to take off his coat, and put it on Yun Xianhe.

Then he sat down on the swing with ease, allowing Yun Xianhe to rest his head on his legs.

In the distance, Conan rubbed his chin as he watched the man skillfully massaging Yun Xianhe's temple.

"Who is this...I don't think I've ever heard Brother Xianhe mention him."

Another partner?

However, wouldn't it be cold for the other person to just sit there without a coat?

01, feeling the gazes on him, looked up at Conan but ignored him.

Yun Xianhe, who was still a little dazed, was awakened by 01's familiar massage technique.

The half-opened eyes closed again after smelling the unique scent of the other person.

The brave man shrank his body and subconsciously placed 113 near his neck and said vaguely:

"Thanks for your hard work."

I just went to see someone off or something.

"My Lord, remember to take hangover medicine in advance next time."

"Hehe... In that case, there would be no point in drinking, right? Ha——"

The man yawned and spoke lazily, pulling the blanket to wrap himself tighter.

"I'll sleep a little longer."

"I will guard you."

Just like countless times before.

Winter is not a good time to sleep outside.

At least the changeable clouds did not agree to this.

01 looked up as he carefully shielded Yun Xianhe from the cold wind on his forehead.

A snowflake fell in the last ray of orange sunlight, right on the tip of his nose.

Another person climbed over the wall not far away.

09 Looking at the eldest brother who was huddled together with Yun Xianhe, he naturally moved over and sat on the other side of the swing.

A large folding umbrella was opened overhead, shielding the person in the middle from the slowly falling snowflakes.

It also blocked half of the bodies of myself and 01 who were sitting on both sides.

01 glanced sideways and sent a message in the group:

[The umbrella is quite big. ——01]

[It’s an old brand. ——09]

The conversation between the two taciturn guys stopped here.

But they were not the only two who climbed over the wall.

Wanwan, who was wearing a coat on his shoulders and only a short-sleeved shirt and shorts inside, ran from the side of the wall to the swing in a very exaggerated manner and then jumped down.

The other person first put the coat in his hand on Yun Xianhe, and then sat down in front of the swing, half lying on the edge of the swing.

552 and 668 followed closely behind.

However, the former was sitting on the grass with his back against the swing, like a loyal dog guarding his master, always on guard.

The latter did the same thing as Wanwan, tiptoeing to the edge of the swing.

Qili Chu Jianwen, who was still holding unfinished documents, was the last to arrive, and the only one to go through the main entrance.

Seeing a group of people getting wet in the snow, Qilichu sighed and moved a folded large parasol from the corner of the yard.

If you get caught in the snow, adults will be worried when they see you.

No one will come for the time being.

The sound of snowflakes falling on the umbrella is rustling.

The brave man surrounded in the middle seemed to feel a familiar warmth.

The frowning brows finally relaxed.

No one spoke. Everyone just stayed quietly by their Creator's side on the second day of his birthday, just like they did in the past.

On this windless snowy day,

At this time when the other party is most vulnerable.

Accompanying him silently and silently.

That alone is enough.

“It’s so warm…”

So, the brave man with his eyes closed laughed out loud and relaxed for a moment.