Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

It's getting dark.

The brave man, who had slept for an entire afternoon, woke up slowly, with a hint of confusion in his half-open eyes.

He had several coats stacked on his body.

The swing, which was supposed to be leaky on all sides, was not cold because there was a group of people surrounding it.

The snowflakes falling on the umbrella made a crisp rustling sound, which attracted Yun Xianhe's attention.

The soulless heterochromatic pupils turned slightly and looked towards the sky:

"Snowing."

Wan Wan, who was sitting on the grass making a snowman, heard this and looked up at Yun Xianhe with a bright smile:

“大人你醒了！我在堆雪人哦！大人、01哥和09哥的已经堆好了，552哥、668哥、996哥和我自己的还在堆。”

The teenager-sized robot really enjoys chatting.

Ever since Yun Xianhe opened his eyes, he started talking about what he had done during this period of time.

This includes but is not limited to pruning the apple tree in the corner of the yard, shaping the roses in the garden, weeding the flowerbed in the corner...

"I also helped Brother 996 process a document!"

The documents were in a mess and he couldn't tell which page was at the front. Qili Chu Jianwen pushed his glasses on his face without raising his head.

552, who was standing by, couldn't help but hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking constantly.

Snowflakes fell from the side of his shoulder that was not covered by the umbrella and piled up in the snow on the ground.

Yun Xianhe reached out and patted the snow off the other person's shoulders.

01 and 09, who were sitting on both sides, reached out their hands at the same time to help Yun Xianhe sit up properly.

668 took out a bigger blanket from somewhere and draped it directly on Yun Xianhe.

Even though he was sitting in the snow in such a cold day, he felt warm all over. He half-closed his eyes, shook off his snow-covered hands, and yawned loudly.

System 113, which had been lying on his shoulder, flapped its short hamster-skin legs and finally did not fall.

The cold wind blew on his face, and Yun Xianhe, who had barely regained consciousness, looked in the direction of Wan Wan and praised him with a smile:

"Wanwan is really amazing."

"hey-hey--"

After hearing this, the others chose to remain silent.

In other words, adults can’t see it now.

Otherwise, I wonder what you would feel when you see the apple tree that looks like it has all bald spots.

Ah…but the adults should have anticipated this, right?

After all, it's a 'help'.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe was accompanied by someone, 113 turned back to the system space and connected to the surveillance network of the house.

[Master, the people in the house are still asleep. Conan is sitting in front of the French window reading a book, and seems to be on guard against 01 and the others. Maybe it's because he doesn't know them.]

Yun Xianhe responded, raised his hand and began to adjust the parameters of the scanner.

"Wear more next time."

The man who heard this chuckled, took the long suit jacket handed over by 09, and replied:

"I'm not used to it. I usually wear a white coat in the lab. I bought this on the way here just now! What do you think, sir? Does it look good on me?"

As he spoke, Wan Wan turned around in front of Yun Xianhe, waiting for his praise with sparkling eyes.

After patiently listening to the scanner report, the hero rubbed his chin and suggested:

"Or maybe stockings and little shoes?"

"Wouldn't it make me look like a child if I wore it like that?"

He was just a child.

Yun Xianhe, who was silently sighing in his heart, chuckled and extended his hand towards Wanwan.

The latter came over obediently and lowered his head to let the other person touch him.

Yun Xianhe ruffled the other's soft hair and said:

"No, Wanwan looks very handsome dressed like that."

"Really?"

“Steamed.”

"Okay! I'll go buy it in a minute!"

Looking at Wanwan who was fooled by just two sentences, Yun Xianhe showed a satisfied (? ) smile.

Qilichu, who had just finished processing a document, curled the corners of his lips and muttered quietly: "Bad taste."

552 bit his lower lip tightly, trying to make his expression look normal.

Wanwan noticed him and tilted his head and asked:

"Brother 552? What's wrong with you?"

"No, I just thought of something very happy, pu, cough cough!"

The person who was concentrating too much and choked on his saliva started coughing repeatedly.

01, who was sitting next to him, reached out and patted him on the back helplessly to help him calm down.

"What would you like to eat tonight, my Lord? You can leave it all to me!"

The person who had no idea about his cooking skills patted his chest and said it confidently.

Yun Xianhe, who was rubbing 668's hair, paused briefly, a little hesitant.

If he remembered correctly, Wanwan's cooking skills were even better than his, right?

Or has someone taught him recently?

09 coughed lightly and said:

"Why don't you go eat at our place? If those guys knew you were coming, they would be very happy."

"Hmm--that's true."

Wanwan nodded, feeling that the joy of "playing with adults" should not be enjoyed by just them.

Yun Xianhe thought about it and felt that this was a good suggestion.

After all, getting along with these robots that have been with you for thousands of worlds is always easier than getting along with the mission objects.

After all, these guys have seen what he looks like.

And there is no need to worry about anything like coaxing the task object.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe nodded and agreed very happily.

"Okay, let's go."

Although he was not wearing a coat, Yun Xianhe did not plan to bring one. He just wrapped himself in a blanket and led a group of people out.

Conan, who was sitting in front of the French window, stood up quickly when he saw Yun Xianhe:

"Brother Xianhe, are you going out?"

"Well, I might be back a little late. If Mr. Guang and the others wake up, please let them know. Oh, and I asked Mr. Amuro to bring dinner over, so you don't have to wait for me."

"That's it."

Speaking of...

"Are they your friends, Brother Xianhe?"

Most of the hair is silvery white.

From the same place?

After taking this look, Conan discovered that Qili Chu Jianwen was also there.

Conan looked at the crowd quietly and asked curiously.

The robots stopped dead in their tracks when they heard this.

Wan Wan looked at the short mission target in front of him, put his hands on his hips and shook his fingers:

"You are wrong, we are not relatives."

"Hey? What is that?"

"We are his people."

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared in the little detective's head.

He thought seriously for a moment, trying to understand the meaning of the words of the young man in front of him.

Could it be that they are all employees of Yunxianhe Company?

But that's not the right age, right?

Qilichu looked to be in his twenties, and the others were about the same, so it was nothing special.

But the boy in front of him looked to be about 16 years old.

...Brother Xianhe shouldn't be so ambitious as to hire a minor.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Wanwan changed to a more straightforward metaphor:

"Or to put it bluntly, we are in a feeding relationship."

552 on the side covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Qilichu twitched his lips, feeling that this explanation was a little subtle.

Yun Xianhe raised his hand and patted his forehead, smiling helplessly:

"What are you talking about..."

"Hmm? Isn't that right? Providing us with food, clothing, and daily expenses and taking care of us, isn't that a breeding relationship?"

That being said...but I always feel like something is weird?