Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

It can only be explained that the deceased was going to meet the murderer at that time, and the murderer, knowing that the other party was doomed to die, naturally would not show up.

"That means three of the eight adopted children have died so far?"

"Well, I don't know what the murderer wants to do."

"Hattori, do you think it's possible that an outsider committed the crime?"

"Well, it's obvious that it's easier for them to take action than for outsiders who have always hated them, right?"

"That's true. The question is what the other party's purpose is..."

The two detectives walking in front analyzed the situation one by one.

The brave man who was following slowly behind them half raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the sky in the distance, without participating in their conversation.

The long-lost sky...the sunshine is so nice.

The person who was thinking this took a deep breath and was choked by the cold wind of early winter.

The hero smacked his lips as he felt his throat begin to swell.

It would be better if the health value was higher.

Because Yun Xianhe had given himself an acupuncture injection after getting up in the morning, he did not feel dizzy.

In addition to the pain shielding, he couldn't even feel the pain in his throat at the moment.

The only thing to say is that I feel my own strength has become soft.

He clenched his hands twice in his pockets.

Before Hattori turned around and almost hung himself on him, Yun Xianhe moved slightly to the side.

Hattori, whose arm fell empty, stared blankly at Yun Xianhe:

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, it was a subconscious reaction when I was distracted just now."

Hearing this, Hattori curled his lips and stubbornly continued to move closer to Yun Xianhe until he put his arm around his shoulders:

"Come on! We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and you are so distant to me? You can't even lean on me for a moment?"

The hero felt his knees tremble for a moment, and he followed the opponent's force and tilted his body as if nothing had happened, laughing twice:

"Why not? They all said it was because they were distracted."

"Hey, so what were you thinking about just now? The case? You also think this is very strange, right?"

"That's not the case, then?"

"…Huh? What are you thinking about?"

The little detective at the side laughed and said:

"I guess Brother Xianhe is thinking about what to eat later."

"…It certainly sounds like something this guy would do."

"Hey, what kind of image do you have of me?"

After hearing their words, the brave man asked back with dead fish eyes.

The two people who were asked stopped at the same time and pretended to think.

“Able to eat and play.”

"He loves to play tricks on people and never tells the truth."

The first part was said by Hattori, and the second part was said by Conan.

Having said this, they looked at each other, then looked at Yun Xianhe together, and said in unison:

"Fragile." x2

An inexplicably pertinent and incisive evaluation.

Yun Xianhe covered his chest exaggeratedly and staggered back two steps.

The face, which was already pale to begin with, had an injured expression on it, as if it would fall down in the next second.

The two detectives heard their friend say in a slightly affected, grief-stricken tone:

"Fragile? Me?... So, that's how you see me. This is so sad!"

"..." x2

The brave man wiped his eyes and turned away. His voice drifted over with the wind, a little hoarse:

"Haha... Never mind. I know I'm different from you. It's normal to be excluded. You don't need me... It's okay. I'll find a place to bury myself properly."

"????" x2

Looking at that lonely figure, the two detectives' hearts tightened inexplicably.

Conan almost subconsciously took a step and ran towards the other person.

The pulled-up hood enveloped most of Yun Xianhe's face in darkness.

The little detective, who couldn't see the other person's expression, reached out and tugged at the other person's clothes, and said slowly:

"How could that be! We didn't! We were just joking! Brother Xianhe, you are the most reliable!"

"Hey, don't believe it, we were just joking! Xianhe, you are really awesome! Really!"

"Brother Xianhe, you are amazing. Not only do you know so many things, but you are also very skilled. I was just joking just now. It's my fault. Now, don't be unhappy, okay?"

"Oh, I remember seeing a restaurant that looked delicious on the way here. How about I treat you to a meal?"

The two of them comforted her from the left and right.

But it was obvious that these two guys who couldn't even handle their girlfriends would only speak dry words even when they were trying to comfort their brothers.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who ignored everyone, Conan and Hattori secretly glanced at each other.

Conan took the lead and hugged the other person's legs.

The little detective drawled out his voice, like a child, and yelled:

"Please pay attention to me, Brother Xianhe——"

Hattori on the side was not to be outdone.

He was seen hanging on Yun Xianhe's back like a piece of half-melted chocolate.

"Don't ignore me, Xianhe——"

The hero who was pressed to the point of being unable to move tried to struggle, but the two men got even more entangled. (?)

It dragged for one meter.

The brave man, who was already unable to hold back, could no longer hold back.

The man who stood firmly on his feet crushed the pill in his mouth and looked down at the little detective who seemed to be hanging on his legs:

"Not with you guys like that!"

"But it's useful, isn't it?"

Knowing that the other party was a bit soft-hearted, the little detective gave a sly smile but did not let go immediately.

Hattori Banyueyan, who was half hanging on Yun Xianhe's back, said with a smile:

"This is called a war that never tires of deceit."

Isn't this speaking?

"……Ah."

The short sneer made the two of them shudder inexplicably.

Conan blinked uncertainly and looked up at Yun Xianhe:

"Xian, Xianhe brother?"

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly under his hood, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a slightly exaggerated arc.

It looks a bit scary.

Before Conan could figure out what the other party was going to do, he felt someone grabbing him by the collar and clamping him under the armpit.

Hattori, who was half hanging at the back, hadn't reacted yet. He felt the world spinning in front of his eyes, and then he was carried on someone's shoulders.

"Like hanging on me? Curious about what I was thinking just now?"

"Ah, no, uh... maybe, not that..."

"I was just thinking, this nice weather is really perfect for hiking."

"...?"

For some reason, Conan had a very ominous feeling.

The next second, his premonition came true.

The hero who was said to be fragile, as if in a fit of anger, picked up the two of them in each hand and rushed straight to the nearest hill park.

There was the sound of whistling wind in my ears and the scene in front of me was rapidly receding.

Conan quickly grabbed his glasses that were almost blown off by the wind, and blocked his ears with them to block out Hattori Heiji's screams.

Twenty minutes later,

The two detectives, their stomachs churning and feeling like they were about to die, were thrown onto a seat in the pavilion on the hill by the hero.

The brave man, without blushing or getting angry, opened his arms towards the bright sunshine, took a deep breath, and stretched his body.

“It’s nice to get some exercise!”

Hattori, who was almost dying in the back, was unable to answer him.

The young detective, who was slumped in his seat and almost lost his soul, smiled bitterly and said with a faint breath:

"as long as you are happy……"

Just don't bring him to this kind of activity next time.