Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The blocked mouth could not answer.

Yun Xianhe had no intention of untying the ropes for everyone.

He reached out his intact arm to grab the clothes of the person in front of him, lifted them up gently, let their upper body lean on his shoulder, and then lifted them up by their knees.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was successfully carried on his shoulders, struggled slightly.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head in a soothing tone and said:

"It's okay, you won't fall."

After saying this, Yun Xianhe glanced at the others who were still looking at him, and finally grabbed Conan's clothes with one hand and lifted him up.

"Wait a minute, I can move two people at a time."

"Um!"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was not far away, seemed to want to remind Yun Xianhe of something.

The brave man standing there chuckled and then said:

"Although it might be faster to ask you to help, I still feel a little distressed when I am nagged. I would like to trouble Mr. Jinping to bear with it for a while."

The surrounding enemies gave way voluntarily.

The man holding Conan in one hand and Zhufu Jingguang on his shoulder swaggered out of the factory, stepping on the corpses all over the ground.

After putting the two people into the car, Yun Xianhe simply drove the car in.

Gin, who was standing by, looked at the other party stuffing people into the car like loading cargo, with a strange expression on his face.

Don't let him kill you, or else you'll be killed on the way back.

However, the car, which obviously doesn’t look very spacious, can actually hold a lot of things. How could everyone squeeze it in? ?

and,

“Overloaded.”

"It's modified to be able to transport tanks."

"???"

The brave man who put the last child into the car stretched out his numb fingertips and took out a clean coat from the driver's seat.

The large coat was wrapped twice around the tattered left arm.

Yun Xianhe, pinching his sleeves, looked up at Gin and said confidently:

"help."

"Ah."

Help? That's interesting.

One day, this word could actually be used to describe Gin.

The man with a grim smile looked at the harmless guy in front of him, strode closer, and rudely snatched the sleeve from the other's hand.

Tie a knot and fasten it.

The cloth that was suddenly squeezed in made a violent friction sound, as well as the subtle sound of bones breaking.

Looking at Gin who seemed to be expecting something, Yun Xianhe gave him a gentle smile:

"If you want to break my arm, you'll have to use a little more strength."

"..."

There was no frown, no change in eyes, no change in breath, not even a cold sweat.

It just doesn't look human.

Is your pain tolerance so high?

Gin looked at Yun Xianhe meaningfully, and finally loosened his sleeves.

"Hey, tie another one. It will be troublesome if it gets untied in the middle."

"Do it yourself."

Someone who didn't get what he expected was obviously a little frustrated.

Yun Xianhe looked at the person who was distancing himself from him again, shrugged indifferently, and quickly filled in another tight single knot before it loosened.

This can be considered a bandage.

At least he didn't have to worry about bleeding to death before he got home.

"It was a pleasant evening."

Before sitting in the driver's seat, Yun Xianhe suddenly said this.

He first glanced at Gin, then glanced at the surveillance camera in the distance.

The smile on the corner of his mouth rose naturally as if he had practiced it thousands of times, and he said politely and distantly:

"Goodnight, Mr. Killer. See you later."

boom,

The voice was cut off by the sound of a door closing.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who slammed the car door with obvious resentment, Gin suddenly laughed and said viciously:

"It's not up to you."

They will definitely meet again.

Upon hearing this, Yun Xianhe did not reply. He gave the other party a middle finger through the car window, then started the car neatly and drove out directly with a step on the accelerator.

The people piled in the carriage swayed a little as they felt the powerful push on their backs.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was lying in the gap between the seats, hit his head and groaned in distress.

It doesn't hurt. When Yun Xianhe stuffed him into the gap, he also put a soft pillow under him, just in case he would hit his head.

Toru Amuro, Keimitsu Morobushi and Conan, who were sitting on the passenger seat, looked at the man who was driving the car easily with one hand and felt a moment of unreality.

This evening they had plenty of excitement.

The high-performance modified car is indeed as Yun Xianhe said. Even if it looks overloaded, it runs more steadily than a normal car.

After they drove some distance, Conan saw Yun Xianhe loosen his grip on the steering wheel and instead hold it down with his forearm.

Just when he was curious about what Yun Xianhe wanted to do, a small thing similar to a remote control appeared in the other's hand.

The brave man barely glanced through the rearview mirror at the factory in the distance, which was now obscured by the trees and only a small part was left. Suddenly, he smiled:

“Good night.”

Click,

boom! ! ! !

A violent explosion sounded instantly.

The heat wave surging from behind hit the car hard, causing the whole car to shake.

A slight smell of gunpowder poured in through the half-open car window, mixed with the bloody smell in the warehouse just now, it was pungent and choking.

The three people in the passenger seat stared blankly at the flames rising into the sky behind the vehicle in the rearview mirror.

Then he couldn't help but look at Yun Xianhe who was in the driver's seat.

The latter had a wanton smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with everything he had done.

The right hand on the steering wheel stretched out from the wide-open car window for a moment.

Feeling the slightly burning air passing through his fingers, the hero couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying:

"Sure enough, night and fireworks are the best match."

boom!

As if in response to his words, a violent explosion was heard again in the factory behind him.

The flames shooting up into the sky and the faint screams carried by the wind wove together a joyful song of farewell.

strangeness.

Whether it was the scene of the battle in the warehouse just now, or Yun Xianhe enjoying the pleasure of explosions and revenge in front of him, it gave people an extremely strange feeling.

But after going through a whole day of torture, everyone accepted it well.

Especially Conan and his friends who have been with Yun Xianhe for a long time, after thinking carefully about the other party's occasionally scary remarks or thoughts, they became more calm.

The other party has never been harmless, it’s just that they usually only see sunny days.

What's more, the other party had just rescued them.

Or in other words, if they had explained the situation to each other and sought help from the beginning, none of this would have happened.

Conan was distracted for a moment and then his eyes fell on the arm of the person in front of him, which was roughly wrapped in clothes.

He noticed that the other party seemed to subconsciously want to raise his left arm, but after a slight struggle, he quickly gave up the action.

The brave man tapped the fingers of his right hand on the steering wheel, and a thin strip of red candy appeared at his fingertips.

I didn't eat anything all night and lost so much blood.

Some people who were feeling dizzy forced themselves to drive without changing their expressions. At the same time, they lowered their heads, took out the candy from the space, put it into their mouths, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

There was an inexplicably familiar clicking sound, which made the scalps of the people in the passenger seat tingle.