Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The extreme coldness and pain seemed to carve directly into the bones.

It is absolutely impossible for a normal dream to do this.

Shancun, who had just finished a phone call, heard this and complained with a half-moon eye:

"You are really stubborn."

"You have no idea what I've been through!"

The overly excited tone scared Shancun so much that he leaned back involuntarily.

So the original editor, with the note "The murderer requested to go to the hospital for examination", had an additional line behind it -

"I think we should take him to a psychiatrist."

Yun Xianhe looked at Inufushi Akira strangely:

"Why do you think I drugged you?"

"As a forensic doctor, isn't it normal to want to get something?"

“…Haha, that’s a really good reason.”

Yun Xianhe almost laughed when he heard this.

'Doesn't he know that doing so is illegal? Besides, the things he brought back are all evidence, the quantity and weight are all quantified, how could he possibly take them out?'

Yun Xianhe said this while silently complaining in his heart.

113 echoed:

[Big brother, he might be waiting for this moment to report you. ]

"That's a nice idea. But why didn't I think of this at the time? You can use this method to make explosives. Buying them is expensive, and making them yourself is also troublesome. Before leaving, you can replace the model with the next world, which is a one-time solution."

When he thought about the nights when he had been tinkering with explosives, Yun Xianhe couldn't help but envy the explosives that had been seized from a bomber before.

Conan, who was standing next to him, heard the man who turned his head away with his hands covering his face mutter:

"Why didn't I think of that at the time..."

"...???"

What comes to mind???

It hurts to think of the brave man who missed out on so much explosives. (?)

What a waste...

It would be great if we could bring so much explosives here and use them!

The world structure is pretty good, and it can definitely unleash its power perfectly.

Hiss—But did 01 and the others get a lot of explosives from the winery?

Well, there's time to go get some back.

At worst, I can just use those explosives to fight that old man one more time!

"Tsk, what a loss, a huge loss! The high-performance explosives we used last time were super expensive!"

[The effect is also very good, the whole place has become a pit. 】

"But it's disposable! Reversing time won't give me back the explosives! It's super expensive!"

[The fireworks you bought last time were also disposable. ]

'That's different! Fireworks have colors!'

Upon hearing this, 113 opened his mouth and scratched his round head with his chubby little hands.

Ok……

I would rather buy one firework than twenty boxes of bombs at the same price...

His family is just the same as always, strangely generous and strangely stingy.

[You are right. Let Xiao Tiandao pay! ]

Xiao Tiandao, who was eating watermelon in the corner, looked up in confusion and said "Huh?" stupidly.

What’s going on?

How come the bill suddenly went up so much just because I ate some melon? ? ?

The brave man here is thinking about how much he has lost as a source of weapon replenishment.

Inufushi Chiaki over there was still chattering and asking Yamamura to take him to the hospital for a physical examination right away.

Looking at Inufushi Chiaki who firmly believed that he was poisoned, Conan reached out and gently tugged at the corner of Youshen Yun Xianhe's clothes:

"Hey, Brother Xianhe."

"Ok?"

Seeing Conan waving at him, Yun Xianhe squatted down and tilted his head to listen to the other party's whisper.

Hattori, who was not far away, came over and eavesdropped openly.

"Did you do it?"

Hearing this, before Yun Xianhe could say anything, Hattori spoke first.

Osaka Chocolate stood 100% on the side of his friend and complained about Conan:

"Stupid Kudo, how could Xianhe scare that old man like that? Even drugs can't control dreams, right? You don't think Xianhe hypnotized him, do you?"

"Well, although I appreciate your protection, have you forgotten something again, Heiji-kun?"

The fingers on his forehead tightened slightly.

Hattori, whose scalp tingled at being called "Heiji-kun", froze completely.

He laughed dryly at the smiling Yun Xianhe and said with a flattering smile:

“Hahahaha…I just spoke very quietly, they wouldn’t have heard it.”

"Ok?"

"……sorry."

His quick admission of fault saved him from disaster.

Hattori, whose head was released, looked at Conan with a frown and pinched his face:

"It's all your fault."

"??? Hey, it's obviously you who always yells the wrong thing!"

"Why didn't you just give him this name? Kudo Conan sounds pretty good!"

The voice was a little more urgent, but it was not audible to others.

Imagine if Conan was called 'Kudo Conan'. Yun Xianhe smiled unceremoniously and rubbed the head of the little detective with half-moon eyes:

"That is, you should just call her by that name, and then tell Xiaolan that you are Shinichi's biological brother. This way, she won't be suspicious every time."

"Isn't that even more suspicious?"

The young detective who escaped from the clutches of the devil muttered.

The hero shook his finger and said in an unfathomable manner:

"No, in that case, you can just say 'You look just like Shinichi, Conan' when the other person says 'Conan, you really look like Shinichi'."

"??"

"I can also complain: 'Ah - Sister Xiaolan, you really like Brother Shinichi. I will tell him next time I see him!'"

The imitation, which was done in a low voice and with a pretentious gesture, successfully gave Conan goosebumps.

Hattori on the side was laughing 'hehehe' and his shoulders were shaking quite exaggeratedly.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head to look at Xiaolan who was standing in the corner with He Ye, and whispered maliciously in Conan's ear:

"If that's the case, even if you don't change back and just grow up like this. When you get married in the future, she will still be 'Mrs. Kudo'. Conan-kun."

"?! Brother Xianhe!!!"

"Hahahahahaha! Hey! I can't hit it!"

A brave man dodged the opponent's raised fist and laughed wildly.

After listening to the whole process, Hattori sat on the ground, holding his stomach with his hands, frowning, but he couldn't stop laughing.

"Xian, Xianhe, you, hahahaha! That's really a great idea! Hey! Conan! Why don't you just agree to it!"

The little detective who was chasing Yun Xianhe and wanted to punch him turned back with gritted teeth and rushed directly towards Hattori:

"You two!"

"Wow!"

Yun Xianhe stood calmly in the corner and patted his wrinkled clothes, the smile on his face still there.

Looking at the tangled group of two, Xiaolan asked him curiously:

"Did you talk about something, Xianhe-kun?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I just asked Conan if he was willing to be my stepson and inherit my property. He said he could be my brother, but he didn't want to have my last name. Then I said no, and he got angry."

"...?"