Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"It makes sense."

"Hey, Brother Xianhe, what do you think would happen if we were really caught by the demon dog?"

"Um--"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe rubbed his chin in a pretentious manner and began his journey of making up stories.

"Legend has it that the flames of this monster are the fire of hell, which can burn everything in the world that it wants to burn. If you really encounter it..."

The young man spread his hands and said innocently:

"Maybe he wanted to make a nice pose before he was burned to death, so that others could smile when they saw the ashes left behind."

"…Are you serious about what you said?"

"It's just like a real man never looks back at an explosion. It's nothing more than death, just accept it."

The little detective's mouth twitched when he heard this.

As he silently placed the black pieces on the chessboard, he muttered:

"Let's look back."

"It hurts more when you get shrapnel in the forehead than when you get shrapnel in the back of the head."

"???"

Conan was so scared when he heard this that the chess pieces in his hand dropped.

He looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to have no idea what he was saying, and tried to awaken the other's "conscience" with his eyes.

Hey, is this topic really suitable to talk about with children?

Also, where did you get this kind of relevant information?

But obviously, the hero misunderstood it as a look of 'curiosity'.

He said to Conan very confidently:

"Being smashed in the front hurts more than being smashed in the back, because when you see the object flying towards you, you will feel terrified, which will cause you to have phantom pain in advance and the pain will be aggravated."

"...Okay, thank you, Brother Xianhe."

Useless knowledge increased again.

113 in the system space flipped through their death statistics and felt that the number representing the 'number of resurrections' was a bit scary.

【Perhaps only you can say this. 】

'Don't worry, you'll be alive in the end, right?'

[…I hope you can be a little scared.]

113 I don’t quite understand whether this is a special feature of the cornerstone.

After all, the statistics about this data that he heard from other systems would not be like this.

Ten thousand mission worlds, hundreds of thousands of deaths...

[It's really convenient that the fabricated body won't be affected by injuries to the soul...]

Hearing 113's sigh, Yun Xianhe chuckled:

'That's right.'

Hattori, who couldn't keep up with the train of thought, inexplicably felt that these two people were playing him.

Osaka Chocolate, with his chin supported by one hand, complained speechlessly:

"Then according to what you said, Xianhe, we don't need to worry at all. Anyway, that demon dog or something can identify the enemy, right?"

"Yes, the demon dog recognizes its master."

"Huh? Isn't his master already dead?"

Hattori was stunned for a moment as he suddenly thought of something.

Yun Xianhe interrupted his thoughts before he could speak:

"I have a whistle like that. Do you want to try to blow it?"

"...Is it impossible to summon him?"

"really."

Inufuzen, who had no idea what the three of them were talking about, also yawned.

Having lost again, he put down the remaining cards in his hand, looked up at the clock on the wall, and then sat down in a corner of the room:

"I can't do it anymore. Please call me when it's dawn."

"Mr. Zenya, it would be tiring to rest like that, right? How about I go get some blankets and pillows?"

"Thank you for your help, Yuki."

Seeing this, Xiaolan and Heye stood up and said:

"We'll go with you."

"It's easier to take care of more people."

The three ladies leave.

Hattori tapped Yun Xianhe's shoulder and asked:

"Isn't it time for you to rest? The fever hasn't completely subsided yet."

"Play a little longer. Ah! Conan! You're cheating!"

"This is called all is fair in war, Brother Xianhe."

Those who couldn't bear it any longer found a place to sit in the corner of the room in twos and threes.

The overhead lighting is adjusted to a non-glaring, just-right semi-dark mode, which allows people to see their surroundings without disturbing their sleep too much.

Inufushi Chiaki, who was curled up in the corner, looked at the three young men who had started playing cards at some point, and moved his curled-up body under the blanket uncomfortably.

too weird.

On one side of the room lay their sick foster mother.

On the other side, adopted children, detectives, guests, and criminal police huddled together as if seeking refuge or huddling together for warmth, lying down to rest uncomfortably.

Right in the middle of the two, sat three young men.

At two o'clock in the morning, the only sound in the quiet room was the crunching of papers.

Inufushi Chiaki suddenly remembered a piece of black magic that he had once glimpsed in those books.

At midnight, a dance of ghosts and gods.

The image of the demon dog wrapped in blue flames that I saw not long ago flashed through my mind.

Feeling his hands and feet a little cold, Inufushi Chiaki curled up, closed his eyes tightly, and tried hard to divert his thoughts away from those imaginary things.

It's okay. It's going to be okay.

He did it so secretly that no one would notice.

Perhaps, he could put his plan on hold for now, since his adoptive mother's current condition was fine anyway.

After these guys leave and this storm is over, it won’t be too late to take action against the rest of the people.

The bold method of killing gradually became clear in my mind.

Feeling that he had witnessed the success of the plan, Inufushi Chiaki relaxed a little and finally felt a little sleepy.

There was a rustling sound.

It wasn't the sound of blankets and clothing, but more like a quilt.

quilt?

The only people covered with quilt in this room are

"Don't rush."

It was the voice of the boy who claimed to be a forensic doctor.

...Who is he talking to?

Inubushi Chiaki raised his head slightly and looked towards the distance.

The young man in white knelt in front of the bed, holding the old woman's dead hands with both hands, half lowered his head, and listened attentively to the other party's mosquito-like words.

The dim light fell from above onto the other person's pure white hair and hit the lowered eyelashes.

It was like holy light pouring down from the sky, enveloping the angels and the dying.

The slightly smiling mouth gives gentleness, and the clear heterochromatic eyes are the blessing of compassion.

Then the sneaky villain heard the angel's promise:

"I know, please rest in peace."

The sound was as soft as a goose feather, not even causing ripples on the water.

But it was like a huge rock falling into the heart, revealing the power that convinced everyone.

Inufushi Chiaki, who was curled up in the blanket, seemed to see his adoptive mother smile with relief, and then he followed her movements and lay back obediently.

The heterochromatic pupils shrouded in the 'holy light' raised slightly and swept over lightly.

Inufushi Chiaki, who accidentally looked into his eyes, had his pupils shrink and quickly closed his eyes.

There seemed to be a slight crackling sound in my ears, like the crisp sound of a burning candle exploding.

A whisper that seemed to come from the sea of ​​stars rang out in the crisp sound, like thunder falling on his ears:

"Do you think you can be forgiven? A lunatic who uses a false name."