Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[My dear, your body temperature is a little dangerous now. You'd better wear something thicker when you go out today to avoid worsening of the condition.]

"It's not a big problem. I'm used to this shell."

The brave man put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and said silently to 113 in his mind.

"Besides, if you don't feel uncomfortable, it doesn't matter whether you are sick or not."

[…It’s still the same as always.]

"After all, if it doesn't affect your work, it's not considered an illness."

113 looked at his host, opened his mouth as if to say something, but eventually closed it.

...The other party just relies on the fact that the injuries suffered in the small world will not remain on the soul.

"So, do you have any clues about the demon dog Xianhe?"

Conan looked at the person opposite who was eating happily and suddenly asked.

Yun Xianhe swallowed a mouthful of rice:

"You have to see it to know. I can think of a few ways, but it depends on what kind of person the murderer is."

"That's right."

After breakfast, the three of them took a taxi to the house they were going to visit today.

In the car, Hattori suddenly remembered:

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the name of the person we are visiting today is quite funny."

"Funny?" x2

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"Kudo, Shinichi? Pfft..."

Yun Xianhe, standing at the client's door, was trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Conan, who was standing by, stared at the name on the doorplate with dead fish eyes, as if he wanted to see a flower in it.

Hattori, who was also trying not to laugh, pressed the doorbell first and said to the two of them:

"See, I told you it was funny, right?"

Yun Xianhe patted Conan's shoulder hard, and finally managed to stop himself from laughing.

The little detective felt that he had been hinted at something, and his mouth twitched. He complained with his crescent eyes:

"It is not funny."

"It's a name collision in a sense."

"It's totally different."

"P-please, who is it?"

A woman's voice rang the doorbell.

Yun Xianhe quickly covered Conan's mouth.

Hattori pressed the button and replied:

"We are detectives hired by Mr. Shinichi—"

It can be seen that Hattori is very happy that he no longer has to endure not talking about Kudo.

Or, the other party simply thought that the name 'Kudo Shinichi' had a similar pronunciation to 'Kudo Shinichi' and was interesting.

The little detective, whose mouth was covered, broke free from Yun Xianhe's hand and asked with some confusion:

"Strange, was that a woman's voice just now?"

He remembered Hattori saying that the client lived alone, right?

"It seems that his waist is not very good, so he will ask a nurse to come and help two or three times a week."

Hattori spoke at the right time and answered Conan's question.

"It seems that he has been unable to go to the company recently."

Before he finished speaking, the door to the entrance was opened.

Conan, who was about to ask something, suddenly stopped talking.

Seeing three people standing at the door, Mengchuan Zhoujiang stiffened for a moment.

Yun Xianhe, who could not see her reaction at that moment, heard the other party speak in a very cautious and somewhat frightened tone:

"Um, um... Mr. Kudo seems to be still sleeping."

Scared?

Lack of confidence?

Yun Xianhe, who discerned the other person's emotion from the voice, raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why is there such a reaction? Could it be that this Kudo Shinichi has a very bad temper towards his employer?

Or had the other person ever been scolded for waking up Shinichi Kudo who was sleeping?

Hattori and Conan on the side had already walked into the house very rudely.

Yun Xianhe followed, fixed his gaze on Mengchuan Zhoujiang according to the direction reported by the scanner, and secretly raised the scanning parameters.

[It is detected that the current character's body movements are slightly stiff, the temples are sweating profusely, and the hands folded in front of the body are occasionally clenched...]

tension.

very nervous.

As a caregiver, you can't be a social phobic, right?

While Yun Xianhe was daydreaming, several people had already stood outside the bedroom.

Mengchuan Zhoujiang, who was in charge of leading the way, raised his hand, knocked on the door carefully, and said slowly:

"Mr. Kudo, we have a visitor."

Seeing that no one responded, Hattori walked forward, opened the door, and took a look into the dark bedroom.

"Sleeping so soundly."

Hearing his low voice, Yun Xianhe also looked inside.

The scanner landed perfectly on the bed not far away.

[It is detected that the current target has lost vital signs and there is no possibility of rescue. ]

"...?"

Conan, who was standing in front, felt the heat coming out of the house and whispered:

"But isn't this room too hot?"

"Ah... because he seems to have a cold. Also, he said he was thinking about something until very late last night and hardly fell asleep. But I think it's about time for him to get up."

Abutakawa Funae said this on the side.

But compared to Hattori and Conan who deliberately lowered their voices, her voice seemed a little loud.

Listening to that hesitant and uncertain tone,

Yun Xianhe, who was standing behind everyone, curled the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard this.

He believed that if he could see things at this moment, he would definitely see a lot of interesting little movements and expressions of the other party.

Lie...

Just when Hattori was about to say that they could sit outside and wait for the other person to wake up, Yun Xianhe spoke up:

"It turns out that staying up late and catching a cold can kill people. It seems that this uncle has a very bad constitution."

"……what?"

Hearing this, Hattori looked back at Yun Xianhe in confusion.

Compared to the other two, the brave man, who was wearing extra thick clothes today, was now shrinking his neck and hiding his chin in the scarf.

Hattori could see the other person's half-closed heterochromatic eyes, and the voice that came out was a little muffled:

"Have you not noticed that his chest hasn't moved at all so far?"

Conan, who was standing in front, rushed in as soon as Yun Xianhe said a word.

Looking at the little detective who put his finger on the other's neck, Yun Xianhe said casually:

"No need to test it, it's already cold. Instead of worrying about that, why not ask the lady next to you first?"

When Mengchuan Zhoujiang was called out, his body froze.

Hattori, who was standing next to Yun Xianhe, easily saw the other's face turn pale in an instant.

The hero squinted his eyes and smiled maliciously, and spoke in a lazy tone as if he already knew everything:

"You knew he was dead."

"W-What are you talking about!"

"As a caregiver, how could you not control your volume when the person you are caring for falls asleep? Could it be that Mr. Kudo is hard of hearing?"

When asked back, Agouka Boateng didn't know how to start for a moment.

Hattori stepped forward aggressively and asked with a stern face:

"You did it?"

"It's not me! How can you wrongly accuse me for no reason?"

"Well, it doesn't matter. We'll know after we call the police."

Yun Xianhe stopped Hattori Heiji who seemed to be trying to ask the other party some questions.

The boy took out his cell phone from his pocket, a gentle smile on his delicate face, but his words were merciless:

"Anyway, there are definitely fingerprints of this person on the deceased. She can't get away."