Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

For people who are often sick, losing the sense of pain is barely a blessing.

Because there is no pain, people can squander their lives wantonly.

If you don't feel pain, you will have less fear and won't be afraid of getting hurt.

Just like the brave man at this moment.

But this may not be a good thing.

Because you cannot feel pain, the so-called proof of being "alive" will weaken day by day.

The minor injuries that I didn't care about in the first place became more and more serious due to this situation.

If Xiaolan and the others hadn't reminded him, Yun Xianhe might have forgotten that he had accidentally scratched his neck.

I originally thought that the wound was just a simple blood line, but I only realized how serious it was during the treatment.

The skin that was cut diagonally and lifted up was fixed in place by a blood clot, and the clue was only discovered when it was lightly touched with a sterile cotton ball.

Yun Xianhe, who was tilting his head and trying hard to cooperate, heard the two people beside him gasping for breath.

The hero, who felt no pain, raised his eyebrows slightly.

'Is it serious?'

[Just swipe a little harder and you can reopen it. 】

"Oh——it was really thrilling."

Although he said so, it was obvious that Yirenyitong did not take it seriously.

After all, suicide is not uncommon.

It’s even said that there are so many that you can’t even count them with two hands.

Whether it is forced or voluntary.

but……

"Xianhe-kun, don't you feel any pain?!"

The person who was speechless could only respond with an apologetic smile and immediately reach out to cover the wound to avoid causing more visual impact to the other person.

'113, turn the whole body pain to 3, turn on the penalty detection, and then turn on the pain shield.'

Otherwise, if he gets a particularly serious wound on his body one day and he doesn’t know about it, and he shows it in front of these children so openly, it will definitely scare them.

and……

'Have I been too lazy lately?'

[After all, there is no clear price tag for the task, so the only way to do it is to rely on self-awareness and passion, right? ]

113 doesn't have too many emotional fluctuations in this regard.

In His eyes, only things that bring benefits are worth paying for.

As for the rest, whether it is accepting this commission or being willing to keep doing it;

Or is it like the previous world, constantly resetting and trying again and again, just to keep an insignificant character alive?

As long as Yun Xianhe wanted, there would be nothing wrong in repeating this game with the other party.

113 discovered it as early as the beginning of the mission.

Yun Xianhe is a gentle yet cruel person.

Or, the other party is extremely obsessed with certain things - for the people, things, and objects that he or she approves of, he or she must be given a happy ending.

Therefore, even if the laws of nature here had plotted against him, this guy would never leave before completing the task.

This is his tenderness.

But the other party knew too clearly what he wanted, so he would kill him without mercy and leave.

Maybe... this thing should be called the characteristics of the soul?

That was something that 113 had not found even after studying for so long.

Well, think on the bright side.

At least this guy won't die in front of his friends now.

Yun Xianhe didn't know what his own little system was thinking.

But he could hear the sarcasm in the other person's words.

She probably thought he was meddling in other people's business because of his excessive compassion.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe chuckled.

What the other party said is not wrong, right?

After all, this is really a thankless job.

In fact, you can leave at any time, right?

It's just that the warmth he received in a moment made him want to find a way to return it.

"hiss--"

The moment he smiled, the wound was successfully stimulated.

Even if it is only set to 3, it is enough to make people grimace.

As soon as He Ye found out that the wound was too big, he went to find Dr. Inufushi Chiaki.

Seeing Yun Xianhe frowning in pain, but covering his wound to prevent her from seeing it, Xiaolan, who was standing by, couldn't help but feel a little angry:

"Mr. Xianhe! Stop covering it!"

"Sorry, ahem..."

"Alright, alright, don't move. The doctor will be here soon. Does it hurt? Ugh!!! How did you get into this state? Why are you still laughing?"

The man who covered his neck frowned and buried his face in his arms to hide his overly exaggerated smile.

"As expected, a human body still needs some proof of life."

[You really like pain. ]

'After all, this thing will make me feel alive, not like a zombie.'

The time is too long, so long that it makes people numb.

In order to avoid being worn out, he could only use something to remind himself that he was still alive.

113 did not answer Yun Xianhe's question, but stared at the entire panel diligently.

Fortunately, Yun Xianhe didn't need the other party to answer.

When the pain shield is released, it’s not just the pain of the wound.

There was also a dull ache in my temples from the high fever, and an empty, burning feeling in my stomach.

Yun Xianhe reached out his hand tremblingly and used his free hand to snatch the tweezers that were holding the sterilized cotton ball from Xiaolan's hand.

The pale-faced man smiled at the angry girl and pleaded:

"Just leave me alone for a while, okay? It will be taken care of soon."

The hoarse voice was not convincing.

Seeing the other person trying to comfort her with a smile, Xiaolan felt a sudden sense of distress in her heart.

"but,"

"It's okay, Xiaolan, don't forget that this minor injury is very easy for me to deal with."

Yun Xianhe blinked at the other party:

"Besides, it's not good for children to see this kind of scene. Will Conan and the others be back soon? Can you help me stop him outside?"

"Otherwise, Xianhe Jun, you should wait a while, Mr. Zhihuang,

"His skills may not be as good as mine."

Obviously, Xiaolan was convinced by Yun Xianhe's words.

She thought about Yun Xianhe's previous magical techniques and potions, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally left the medicine box and left the room.

"Well, I'm just outside the door. If you need anything, please call me."

"Okay okay."

Yun Xianhe, who successfully sent Xiaolan out the door, took out a mirror from the system space.

When he saw the nearly 7cm long cut on his neck, he exclaimed:

“Very long.”

[It is shorter than when he committed suicide.]

Yun Xianhe found it a little funny when he heard this:

“That’s a weird analogy.”

[Master, you should think about how to explain this to them. It is obvious that the cut was made by a sharp blade.]

The brave man who was treating the wound was silent for a second after hearing this, then shrugged slightly.

"Then I'll just have to break the decorations in that room."