Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Brother Xianhe! What happened just now doesn't count!"

The little detective's exasperated voice brought the hero back to his senses.

He raised the Coke can towards him and smiled slyly:

"Why not? I answered your questions carefully and seriously."

"That was the second question I asked! And, I asked it after you asked me back first! So strictly speaking, that can only be regarded as my answer to the question you asked!"

Perfect logical thinking.

Yun Xianhe, who is familiar with sophistry, naturally cannot fulfill Conan's wish so easily.

The guy who had just recovered from the cute attack was now extremely clear-headed, and his evil intentions of playing tricks on others came to his mind belatedly.

The brave man took a sip of ice cola, propped his chin with one hand, and said jokingly:

"So which question in your series of questions do you want me to answer?"

Answer all of them? That's not impossible.

But it's really fun to entertain children.

Conan, who subconsciously wanted to argue, was silent for a moment because of this question.

Wait, so Brother Xianhe means that you are willing to answer the question he asked about the Black Organization, right?

But he is so stingy. The first few ones are obviously not particularly important. What's wrong with just giving them to him as souvenirs?

I can only ask one question, I can only ask one question...

Seeing that Conan seemed to be really struggling about which one to ask, Yun Xianhe quickly turned his head and carefully recalled the tragic experience of last night before he stopped laughing.

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side first glanced at Conan who was lost in self-mumbling, then glanced at Yun Xianhe who was obviously laughing for fun, and showed a helpless smile.

Xianhe still likes to tease Conan as always...

"Mr. Guang, if you have already thought of a question, you can ask it first."

The young man's voice interrupted Zhufu Jingguang's meditation.

He looked seriously at the person who was sitting in the sun and enjoying a peaceful life. After a moment of silence, he raised his lips slightly:

"You'll meet him tonight without my knowledge and talk about Curacao. Just like before."

It's not a question, but a straightforward affirmative sentence.

Yun Xianhe did not respond. After all, what Zhu Fu Jingguang said was not a problem.

But he was very curious whether he was discovered by Morufushi Keimitsu when he sneaked out in the middle of the night to look for Amuro Toru.

Or did the other person accidentally wake up after he left and find that he was not at home?

It can't be that Mr. Amuro let it slip...

The two people, each with their own thoughts, fell silent at the same time.

Knowing that he would not get a response, Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed slightly and began to think about what was worth asking.

A rare question and answer...

"Can I…can I wait until later to ask?"

"Ok?"

"Not necessarily their business, but any problem. … Is that okay?"

A slightly cautious tone.

Yun Xianhe looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang for a while, then took out a can of ice cola from somewhere and placed it in front of him.

"can."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to be starting to think divergently, and tightened his grip on the drinks can.

'Is the data volatile?'

In the system space, 113, who was looking at the panel, pushed the frame of his glasses:

[The fluctuation is quite large. He may think that you should not be from this world, but at the same time he denies this speculation. ]

After all, rather than believing that the other party is an alien, it is more reliable to believe that the other party is a gifted genius that is rare in a thousand years.

"It doesn't matter. The world recognition of others is sufficient anyway."

It's good that the conversion demand has not decreased.

He didn't want to be struck by lightning while doing his task.

On the other side, Conan, who had been struggling for a long time but still couldn't come up with a plan, sighed and finally asked in a depressed tone:

"What are you going to do with her?"

"do not know."

"??"

"Of course I don't know about things that haven't been discussed yet. You don't think I'm a dictator, do you?"

Conan felt that Yun Xianhe was really like that in a sense.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this.

So the little detective looked at the other person's face, and after a while he muttered sullenly:

"There are no more problems left now. Brother Xianhe, can't you tell me all of them at once?"

"Okay."

"?!Really?!"

Looking at the other person's sparkling eyes, Yun Xianhe felt that it was not impossible.

"Where should I begin..."

"Name, no, her code name! And, what is this, Brother Xianhe, you must know, right?"

Conan took out the bound transparent colored cards from his pocket.

Yun Xianhe looked at the thing, then looked at Conan.

"You accept everything the other party offers."

Including the mobile phone from before, if Yun Xianhe hadn't asked, it would also be in Conan's hands now.

The young detective, sensing that there was something else in the other party's words, laughed dryly twice but did not argue.

Isn't this so convenient that he forgot...

"Her name is Curacao."

"Curacao? Curacao liqueur?"

"I didn't expect you to know so much about wine, Conan."

The brave man put down his ice cola, flexed his fingers, turned his back to the street, and placed bottles of fine drinks on the small table where the three of them were sitting.

"It is a drink made from citrus fruits. It is slightly bitter and refreshing. It also has a variety of colors, mainly blue, white, orange, blue and red."

Bottles of wine were placed on the table, corresponding exactly to the transparent cards spread out on the table.

"Where did you get it from?"

"So, these cards are a special way of memorizing?!"

Different thinking direction, different questions.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the man who casually took out five bottles of wine from somewhere, and carefully glanced at the people around him out of the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, the place where they were sitting was in a corner, so no one noticed them.

But after that he became a little worried again.

Does the previous verbal dissuasion really work for a guy who can conjure up alcohol from nowhere at any time?

Conan on the side was obviously brainstorming.

After connecting all the clues together, the clever detective immediately gave the answer.

“So…the car accident last night was caused during the pursuit of her.

The light from the fountain was the same as this one, no wonder her headache was causing her memory to start to loosen.

What did she do? Did she steal some important documents? Wait, how did she use them?"

Questions popped up one after another, but Yun Xianhe obviously had no intention of answering them.

The chattering little detective's voice became quieter and quieter under the other person's gaze, until it turned into a short laugh.

"Feel sorry……"

He was so excited.

Yun Xianhe spread his hands:

"Now do you know why I didn't tell you?"

"..."

In addition to excessive curiosity, there is also excessive execution.

Conan wants to figure out everything he discovers. This kind of thinking is likely to put him in danger again and again.

In fact, the other party has experienced this many times.

If it weren't for Yun Xianhe's deliberate care and concealment, the other party would have suffered countless injuries.

The little detective, knowing he was in the wrong but unable to control himself, pursed his lips and said nothing.