Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe frowned when he woke up and found that not only his clothes had changed, but there seemed to be a smell of disinfectant on his body.

He subconsciously looked around, and after confirming that this was his bedroom and not a hospital, he scratched his hair in confusion.

Mr. Guang changed the brand of laundry detergent?

This isn’t the one that was stained with blood last time. Why does it smell like disinfectant?

Yun Xianhe noticed something wrong on the back of his hand, lowered his head, and paused slightly when he saw the white tape on it.

"…Have you been to the hospital? Mr. Guang actually brought me back before I woke up. Really…"

The boy sighed slightly and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's already the second day, no wonder you're so hungry."

Click,

"Good morning Mr. Hikaru."

When Zhu Fu Jingguang saw the person sitting on the bed with a faint smile on his face, the tension in his heart relaxed slightly.

"hungry?"

"Hungry!"

Compared to usual, the table was unusually quiet during dinner today.

Yun Xianhe looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who seemed a little strange across from him, and lightly bit the tip of his chopsticks.

What could make Mr. Guang look depressed?

Could it be that when the other party took him to the hospital yesterday, he got some reports about his physical values?

"Is there anything bothering you, Mr. Guang?"

"Huh? No."

"That's it."

I don't want to say it...

Could it be that his condition was worse than he thought? That shouldn't be the case.

Someone with a guilty conscience took a look at the system panel.

After making sure that there was nothing else except a low-grade fever and a little inflammation, he licked the corner of his lower lip.

That shouldn't be the question, then what is it?

Could it be that something went wrong with Mr. Amuro while he was sleeping?

No, if it was Mr. Amuro's question, it would be more serious.

Or did his sick appearance yesterday make Mr. Guang think of something for no reason?

Could it be that I am worried that he will suddenly disappear again...

"Did Xianhe have a nightmare yesterday?"

"Hmm? Probably not. I don't remember."

Yun Xianhe paused while stirring the rice porridge, raised his head and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, and asked tentatively:

"Did I talk in my sleep? Or did I call out someone's name?"

"You said not to cry."

"……what?"

Was Mr. Guang in his dream yesterday? Or did he mistake Mr. Guang for someone else?

Don't cry? To whom?

……sun.

The hand holding the spoon tightened unconsciously. Yun Xianhe smiled stiffly and did not continue the topic.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was sitting opposite, sighed slightly and raised his hand to gently touch the other person's head.

Feeling the head under his palm lowered a little more, Zhu Fu Jingguang spoke slowly and casually:

"If you have anything sad to say, just tell me. Didn't Xianhe say that we are not partners?"

"Hahaha...Okay, then don't think I'm nagging when the time comes, Mr. Guang."

"of course."

He said that. He meant it.

But that dark story has never really been told.

Because the hero's heart keeps saying this:

"Since the incident happened, it will be a dream after the world restarts. It doesn't count."

Although Zhu Fu Jingguang never mentioned it afterwards, I wonder if it was Yun Xianhe’s illusion that the other party seemed to be paying more attention to taking care of his health?

Looking at the diligent Mr. Guang, Yun Xianhe silently increased his salary by another 40% this month.

Well, such a good assistant must not be allowed to run away.

This low-grade fever kept coming back because of occasional nightmares, so Yun Xianhe had to stay at home for a whole week before he recovered.

Standing on the porch with floor-to-ceiling windows, the young man stretched hard, feeling the sunlight shining on his body.

free--

"Xianhe, remember to wear socks."

The brave man who was standing barefoot on the porch tucked his toes in and obediently went back to the house to put on more clothes.

Humph, he now has a complete understanding of this so-called Constitution 2 and those strange punishment mechanisms.

As long as he pays attention, Xiao Tiandao will never be able to backstab him!

Yun Xianhe had just laid down on the sofa thinking this when he heard a knock on the door.

Looking sideways at the little detective who ran in, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows:

"Conan, why are you here? Is there a case?"

"Xianhe, can you do me a favor?"

"Ok?"

"Dress up as Kudo Shinichi and go see a movie with Ran."

"…ha?"

After a long while, Yun Xianhe finally understood the whole story and looked at Conan with his arms crossed:

"So tomorrow, the 4th, is your birthday?"

"That's not the point. The point is that Lan asked me to go to the movies tonight. What should I do?"

"It's cool. Do you need me to forge an alibi for you? Just say you had a sudden illness."

"Why can't it be something sudden?"

"Think about it, how many times have you used this excuse?"

Conan opened his mouth, thought for a moment, then rubbed his hair in annoyance.

Yun Xianhe leaned on the sofa and looked at the other person, somewhat confused:

"If you're so bothered, why didn't you refuse in the beginning?"

"Because she looked so expectant, I..."

"But if you gave Xiaolan hope and then it didn't come true, it would be more sad, right?"

Hearing this, the little detective lowered his head in disappointment, frowned and began to think about what to do so as not to make Xiaolan sad.

Yun Xianhe, who guessed the other party's thoughts, let out a long sigh, raised his head and lay on the sofa, sighing:

"Young people nowadays—"

Zhu Fu Jingguang who was passing by: ? ? Aren’t you also a young man?

dong dong dong,

"Huh? Someone's knocking on the door again? It's really busy here today."

"Xianhe, is Shinichi here with you?"

"Dr. Agasa, how many times have I told you to call Conan? What if someone hears you like this?"

Dr. Agasa, who rushed in in a hurry, scratched his head and smiled awkwardly after hearing Yun Xianhe's words.

"Sorry, sorry, that's not right, Shinichi! Someone just called you."

"Hmm? Who is it? Xiaolan?"

"No, the other party used a voice changer and claimed to be the one who stole the bomb from the Japanese gunpowder depot."

The expressions of the people present changed slightly after hearing these words.

Yun Xianhe lowered his eyes and thought carefully for a while, then looked up at Dr. Agasa:

"What does the other party want?"

"No, the other party only asked for Shinichi's mobile phone number. I told him to wait a moment, and he should still be on the line now."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe picked up Conan and ran to Agasa's house next door:

"Mr. Guang, go call the police."

"it is good!"

·

Yun Xianhe, who saw the landline phone in the living room, first glanced at Conan, and then pressed the public play button when he saw the other party nod.

"who are you?"

"Kudo Shinichi? I guess the old man just now has told you my request, right?"

This person doesn't know Kudo Shinichi's voice? So the other person doesn't actually know Kudo?

Just saw it in the newspaper?

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows slightly at Conan and asked:

"What? Give me your phone number so I can find out your location right away?"

"Oh, so you want to cut off the only way of contact with me?"

Yun Xianhe on the other end of the phone asked expressionlessly:

"So what are you trying to threaten me with?"

"What about the lives of those children in Tsutsumi Mukai River Green Park?"

"Oh—you made the bomb?"

"Oh, you are indeed a smart detective. So, have you made up your mind?"

Yun Xianhe glanced at Conan who was frowning opposite him and silently said his phone number.

The criminal on the other end of the phone seemed to have anticipated that they would say it, and chuckled with a hint of smugness, and even kindly reminded them before hanging up:

"If you don't get over there quickly, those kids will die."

The moment the phone was hung up, Yun Xianhe reached out and picked up the little detective who was about to run out.

"Xianhe! What are you doing? If you don't hurry up..."

"The bomb would have exploded by the time you run over there. Take a taxi."

·

Today is Saturday, and the park seems more lively than usual.

After getting off the taxi, Conan rushed into the park first, trying to find the bomb left by the other party.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing on the embankment, quickly scanned the scene below and almost instantly locked onto Ayumi and the other three children.

"Hey! Mitsuhiko, what's up with that remote control?"

"Conan-kun!"

Conan, who was running over, happened to see the remote control in Mitsuhiko's hand.

The three children seemed very happy about Conan's arrival and shared with him excitedly:

"This was given to me by a bearded man."

"He also said it was a bomber!"

"bomber?!"

Conan looked up at the remote-controlled plane, and then his expression suddenly changed.

Could it be that the thing tied under that plane was a bomb? !

"Mitsuhiko! Give it to me!"

"What? It's my turn to play next!"

Seeing Conan coming up to grab it, Yuantai joined the fight not to be outdone.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing on the embankment, lowered his head and quickly scanned the grass, then bent down and picked up a stone.

"That one has a bomb on it!"

"Conan! Get them down!"

Conan reacted quickly upon hearing the sound and knocked down the children in front of him.

At the same time, the remote-controlled plane flying in the air was pierced by a stone thrown by Yun Xianhe and exploded directly.

Black air waves surged in the air, and the violent explosion made the crowd present scream and start talking.

After taking a quick glance to confirm that Conan and the children were okay, Yun Xianhe looked up at the abandoned building across the river.

Drop drop-

"Hey?"

"You are not Kudo Shinichi, where is Kudo Shinichi?"

Is it true that you only know the appearance?

Yun Xianhe took out an electronic sticker from his system backpack and stuck it on his temple with an expressionless face.

He tapped his fingertips lightly, and a screen of light quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

When Yun Xianhe saw the man standing on the building through the light screen telescope function, wearing a hat, glasses, and even a big beard, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The disguise is quite good, but you can tell at a glance that the beard is fake.

"Boy, who are you?"

"Me? I'm Kudo's brother, Xianhe."

"Oh, so you think you can handle me?"

Yun Xianhe raised his hand and clicked on the stickers twice, cut out the other person's photo, and hummed vaguely. He then edited a text message and sent it to Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"Well, then..."

"Since this is a challenge, you have to tell me your name, right?"

Looking at the 'Received' displayed on the phone, Yun Xianhe curled the corners of his lips slightly, put one hand in his pocket and looked into the distance.

The bomber, who just happened to see the face clearly, paused slightly while holding the telescope.

The other person's expression... was as if he had seen him from the opposite riverbank.

The boy seen through the telescope curled his lips and smiled.

Then a cold voice came out from the receiver of the mobile phone, piercing the bomber's eardrum:

"You're not going to talk? You're a bearded rat hiding your head and showing your tail."