Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Where did Mr. Guang go to buy groceries today? Did he get lost?"

Yun Xianhe, sitting alone on the sofa carpet in the living room, clicked on the game controller. In the interval between game loading, he looked up at the clock on the wall.

In the dark room, the reflection from the TV provided just the right amount of lighting.

7 pm.

It has been 6 hours and minutes since the other party left home.

Normally, he would come back within two hours after going out, and then start cleaning the house, trimming the flowers and plants... or tidying up the bookshelf that he had messed up.

Although Yun Xianhe's brain allowed him to easily remember which book was where, it was obvious that the hardworking life assistant could not tolerate the piles of books that were scattered around like a "dangerous building".

After finishing their work, the other party will choose to make a pot of tea and sit down to read together.

Or play a few games at Yun Xianhe's invitation.

The music from the game brought the wandering spectators back.

Yun Xianhe, who had paused a battle with a boss, leaned back on the sofa and reached for a can of Coke beside him.

clatter,

"not good,!"

Yun Xianhe didn't control the distance well and directly pushed the Coke can over, so he quickly reached out and picked it up.

The brown syrupy drink quickly seeped into the milky white carpet, leaving a large mark on it.

The brave man, who was still holding the dripping Coke can in his hand, let out a frustrated "Ah!", stood up and placed the can on the coffee table.

"That's not good... I remember the cleaning agent was in the warehouse."

[Beep———Alarm! Alarm! ]

The sudden alarm from the system in his mind made Yun Xianhe frown in pain.

Before he could open his mouth to ask 113 what was going on, his body's instinct made him subconsciously stand up, support himself with one hand on the sofa, roll over and hide behind the backrest.

boom!

Kaba,

The bullet that hit the French window fell onto the wooden floor of the porch and bounced slightly a few times.

The quality of the special bulletproof window is very good. There was no bullet hole left, only a tiny white dot.

But the strong force still caused the entire window to shake.

Yun Xianhe, hiding behind the sofa, opened the system's operating panel with a stern face and connected to the surveillance cameras he had previously installed throughout the house.

"Sneak attack?"

Who?

Competitors of Fuyun Group? No, those people couldn't possibly find him.

Enemies? That shouldn't be the case. After all, those he sent to prison haven't been released yet.

...The Black Organization?

The figure of a man in black on the roof of a building far away captured by the camera gave Yun Xianhe the answer.

But this is weird.

After all, Yun Xianhe didn’t think there was anything wrong with him.

The only thing that could go wrong is,

"Amuro..."

·

"Tsk."

"Cohen, let me try this!"

The metal paint of the bazooka shone coldly in the rising moonlight.

Cohen on the side silently put away his sniper rifle and gave his position to the other party.

"faster."

"Look!"

Chianti happily set up his new toy and began to aim.

"Bye, cute little guy."

·

[Ding ding ding ding!!! Warning! Warning! Please leave your current location immediately! ]

The moment the alarm sounded, Yun Xianhe rushed from behind the sofa to the room on the other side of the house like a leopard.

Outside the house, a beautiful bomb quickly flew through the air, dragging a long white flame, and rushed towards its destination like a meteor.

[Why are there bazookas?! This is a residential area! Are they crazy?!]

"correct."

The man who was running quickly took the time to reply to 113.

There was no sign of nervousness on his expressionless face, and one could even see a hint of excitement hidden in his eyes.

[There are three seconds left before the dangerous object arrives. ]

Hide your body, run up, jump, and break into the window.

There was not much dust in the Kudo residence as it had been uninhabited for a long time, so Yun Xianhe would not start coughing as soon as he came in.

He stepped barefoot over the broken glass, skillfully finding cover and hiding himself.

boom! ! !

Explodes upon impact.

Thick smoke carried debris from the house everywhere, and accompanied by an earthquake-like vibration beneath the body, blazing flames instantly shot up into the sky.

The surrounding residents were instantly awakened by the earth-shaking sound and went out to check with some anxiety.

Yun Xianhe, who was huddled in the corner, was currently treating the wound on his foot.

He skillfully removed the broken glass that had pierced his foot, bandaged it, and then put on his socks.

The dark room was filled with the noisy discussions and exclamations of passers-by coming from afar.

Yun Xianhe stood up as if nothing had happened and brushed off the dust he had just collected while running away. Then he pushed up his glasses and looked up at the corner of the stairs on the second floor:

"What's the matter?"

No one spoke.

The hero shrugged indifferently, turned around and walked out:

"If everything is alright, I'll go back. Remember to send everyone back."

"Aren't you afraid that we will kill them all?"

The sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor was heard.

Yun Xianhe turned around slowly and was not surprised at all when he saw Vermouth standing there.

"Why, would your Black Organization cut off its own bargaining chips before the negotiations?"

Hearing this, Vermouth showed a charming smile. She looked down at Yun Xianhe. The more she observed, the more curious she became about him.

What a good trick... He almost ran away.

but……

"It's no use telling me that. After all, it's Gin who's watching over them. He's not someone you can easily talk to, and he's been acting like a madman lately."

At this point, Vermouth looked at Yun Xianhe meaningfully:

"I think you should know better than me who drove him crazy."

"do not know."

Yun Xianhe said this quite innocently, as if he really didn't know.

Seeing Vermouth looking over, Yun Xianhe spread his hands and said helplessly:

"I'm just a guy with poor health who wants to retire early. Haven't you investigated this a long time ago? I only have two months left to live."

"Well - if you had said it earlier, maybe I would have believed you. But..."

While speaking, Vermouth took out something from behind her and hung it on her fingertips, showing it to Yun Xianhe.

The bright moonlight fell on the ring-shaped object that was soaked in blood and its original color could not be seen.

The brave man who was about to say something suddenly turned cold.

"Where are the people?"

"Anxious?"

"I wouldn't mind killing you right now."

The brave man who said this took a step forward, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his empty hand.

The buzzing sound of the sharp blade being drawn from its sheath sounded particularly harsh in the long and empty corridor.

Vermouth's pupils shrank as she was frightened by the other party's ability to create objects out of thin air.

She fixed her sight on the person who had one foot on the stairs, and the curve of her mouth widened a little:

"Now you admit it?"

"Heh, do you want to experience the feeling of being dismembered alive?"