Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Hey? Sister Xiaolan, look, isn't that brother Xianhe?"

"It seems so."

Because a ritual was being performed in the community center, Conan and his friends had to wait at the entrance. They happened to see Yun Xianhe passing by the door wearing a mask.

Weird, what is the other person doing wearing a mask?

"I'll go over and take a look."

"Conan, don't go too far."

"Know it!"

Looking at Conan running away, Xiaolan shook her head helplessly.

"Ahem,"

"Brother Xianhe!"

Yun Xianhe, whose clothes were pulled, lowered his head and saw Conan looking at him with a pair of big eyes.

…How cute! There are so many kinds of children of destiny.

Rubbing Conan's head, Yun Xianhe asked casually:

"Why is Conan here?"

"Brother Xianhe, what's wrong with you? Why are you wearing a mask?"

Listening to the other person's cute voice, Yun Xianhe suddenly became curious, does Kudo have the same voice when he grows up?

It seems not, right? When we first met, his voice seemed to have matured a bit?

"Brother Xianhe?"

"Ah, sorry. I have a cold and I'm going to Dr. Chengshi's clinic to get some medicine."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe coughed twice softly.

Conan looked up from the side and could see the corners of the boy's eyes were slightly red due to a cold.

"Brother Xianhe, if you want to see Dr. Chengshi, you have to go to the community center."

"Ok?"

"Today, the community center held a memorial service for the former village chief on his third anniversary, and Dr. Cheng Shi attended."

“Is that so… cough cough cough!”

Not so good.

Yun Xianhe felt his throat seemed to be swollen, so he frowned slightly and raised his hand to press it lightly.

Why not find some time to have your tonsils removed? You will recover once you are out of this world.

However, if you do this, it seems a bit dangerous to have a fever later.

[“Don’t hurt yourself.”]

The sudden memory made Yun Xianhe's eyes darken. The corners of his lips under the mask were tightly pursed, and then slowly curved up.

There is really no way...

I really want to go back to my original world as soon as possible.

Xiao Tiandao, who was peeking, could not hear Yun Xianhe's thoughts, but he could feel the sadness and expectations that suddenly emanated from the other person.

Did you remember something?

Conan, who was standing by, obviously also felt the loneliness emanating from Yun Xianhe.

He was slightly stunned, and hesitantly tugged at the corner of Yun Xianhe's clothes:

"Brother Xianhe?"

"Ah, sorry, I got distracted again."

That's too bad. If he had known he would have to work overtime, he would never have asked 113 to return his sealed memories.

Conan looked at the person with a smile on his eyes and thought that the other person's emotions fluctuated so much because he was sick.

"Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

"Forget it. Since it's a ritual, it's better not to disturb it. I'll go back and ask the innkeeper if he has any medicine."

"Oh, brother Xianhe, don't you know there's a ritual today? I thought you lived here."

As if he couldn't hear Conan's test, Yun Xianhe nodded, appearing very patient:

"I actually live in Tokyo, and I came here to collect material for my novel."

"I see... Hey, does Xianzuru-nii know Aso Keiji?"

"I know."

"Hey?!"

Seeing Conan's surprised look, Yun Xianhe couldn't help but chuckle:

"What's the big deal? After all, I've lived on this island for half a month."

He shrugged,

"Besides, can't we find out these things by just investigating them?"

The boy lowered his head slightly when he said this, and Conan could see the pair of heterochromatic eyes hidden behind his glasses.

It is formless, with a bit of the dead silence of glass beads, and a clarity that seems to be able to see the essence of all things at a glance.

For some reason, Conan suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He always felt that the other party seemed to have seen through him completely in the previous moment.

Shaking off this ridiculous thought from his mind, Conan pretended to be calm and asked:

"Then, can you tell me, Brother Xianhe?"

"Hmm - let me think about it. Conan, have you heard about the fire at Keiji Aso's house twelve years ago?"

"Uh-huh."

"Speaking of this, I found something interesting."

At this point, Yun Xianhe looked around, then half-knelt down and leaned close to Conan's ear:

“There are problems with the four so-called witnesses, and the piano that was taken into the community center is also very strange.

Most importantly, everyone says that Keiji Aso committed suicide, but I think...

It was like premeditated murder.”

"Murder?! Ugh!"

Yun Xianhe covered Conan's mouth with his hand, and slowly let go when he saw that no one around was paying attention to them.

"Keep your voice down, Conan."

"I'm sorry... How did Brother Xianhe know that? Do you have any evidence?"

Conan couldn't sit still after hearing this news. When he thought of the letter he had sent to the detective agency before, he suddenly felt unwell.

Could it be that this was a crime warning sent by the murderer?!

"On the night of the next full moon, shadows will begin to disappear again on Moon Shadow Island..."

"The shadow disappears,"

The clues in his brain instantly became a string, and Yun Xianhe's voice paused slightly.

Trouble...

If the plot were to develop this way, I'm afraid that person would not be able to survive.

Do you want to stop it?

Wait, this time he didn’t get the savior script.

[Congratulations to the host for discovering the hidden clues. The side quests have been updated. ]

[Expose past evil deeds in advance and prevent the evil that is about to happen. (Integrated with the main auxiliary tasks)]

[Rewards for completing the mission: Mission points +20, a fine piano, mastery of piano skills, mastery of Western medicine, mastery of cross-dressing skills. No penalty for failure.]

"..."

Yun Xianhe took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to curse.

His eyes moved as he looked at Conan in front of him with a harmonious smile.

"Conan, where did you read that sentence just now?"

"Eh? Ah——it's written on the commission letter sent to uncle. Hehe..."

Oops.

Conan realized later that he had read out these words and smiled awkwardly.

Just as I was thinking about how to get away with it, I saw the person in front of me straighten his expression.

Yun Xianhe put his hand on Conan's shoulder and said in a low voice:

"Conan, can you tell your uncle Maori what I'm going to say next?"

"Hmm? What does Brother Xianhe want to say?"

Isn’t the local son of luck here? It would be a waste to not use the free labor that comes to your doorstep.

Anyway, the system says that as long as it provides auxiliary functions, then simply providing some clues will be enough, right?

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe pretended to be serious and said:

"Please tell Detective Maori to pay attention to the safety of those three people, find evidence of their crimes twelve years ago, and... stop the person behind it."

Oh, let’s not talk about the 20 reward points that were saved.

The fact that he was forced to work overtime and was still able to follow the plot was already enough to give him face.

Just do it casually. It's impossible to work for nothing.

Yun Xianhe on this side was still thinking about whether he should try to see where the bottom line of this task was;

Conan over there was already brainstorming.

Protecting three people, the former village chief who died, and evidence of a crime from twelve years ago...

Is it possible? !

In a world dominated by detectives, Conan's brain is undoubtedly quite useful.

As soon as Yun Xianhe said this, he had sorted out all the clues.

But the last one behind the scenes?

"Brother Xianhe, do you already know who the sender is?!"

"Well - in fact, Aso Keiji still has a son alive."

"What?! Who is it! Is he on this island now?!"

"Well..."

Having said this, Yun Xianhe deliberately lengthened his voice.

He looked at the detective who had forgotten his childish nature in his haste, and slowly completed the second half:

"Of course, when playing detective games, the detective needs to find clues himself. But I can give you a hint. The old police officer on this island should be able to give you the answer you want."

"Hey?"

It seemed that he didn't expect to get such an answer.

Seeing Conan's expression change from round eyes to speechless, Yun Xianhe smiled slyly.

He stroked the round head and stood up and walked in the direction he came from.

"Wait, wait a minute! Brother Xianhe, aren't you going with me?!"

"No, I'm feeling a little unwell so I'm going to go back first. I believe that with the ability of that detective, he will be able to solve this matter perfectly."

"but!"

After waving to the other party casually, Yun Xianhe walked away leisurely.

Conan stood there, still unable to fully digest the information he had just received.

Wait, why would the other party so easily entrust such an important task to a little kid like me?

Moreover, the tone just now sounded more like that of himself as the messenger rather than trust in Kogoro Mori.

Is it possible?

No, no, no, the other party might not remember him anymore.

Even if I remember him, how could I guess who he was at first glance?

"Damn it, I'll have to ask about this after I solve the case."

Yun Xianhe, who had already walked far away, had no idea how much of a blow his laziness would bring to the young detective in the future.

The vision in front of my eyes began to blur, and a burning sensation stung the corners of my eyes, causing them to hurt.

Looking up at the sky with few clouds, Yun Xianhe let out a long sigh:

"It's a nice day... Come on, little detective."

Yun Xianhe returned to the hotel and exchanged a painkiller from the system. He didn't take any other medicine and just lay down in bed.

Before closing his eyes, he made a wish:

I hope Kudo Shinichi, the man of luck, can help me, otherwise it would be too painful to go to work while being sick.

If he was really forced to work overtime... he was afraid that he would not be able to control his temper.