Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

After three large mugs of coffee, there was no need to think about sleeping.

Before dawn, Yun Xianhe rode his mountain bike home as fast as he could, pretending to be going for a morning jog. He dragged the brick out of his nest and went out.

Poor brick.

I was put in a collar while I was half asleep and half awake, and my four legs started their morning walk separately.

The sun had just peeked out from the horizon, but its bright light was unable to dispel the coolness of the night.

The hero with a thick scarf wrapped around his neck shivered and pulled it up a little higher.

Don't catch a cold again.

The streets were a little deserted at 5 a.m.

The brave man walked through the streets holding the brick and strolled in the park, and finally went to the nearby flower-planting street.

Sure enough, the breakfast here is delicious.

In his left hand he held millet porridge, meat buns, and fried dough sticks, and in his right hand he held pancakes and fried candy balls.

The brave man, who was not being watched, ate with great satisfaction, and the drowsiness from a sleepless night was successfully cured by the delicious food.

But he still had to try to get some sleep when he got back, otherwise this broken shell would cause him to suddenly freeze up at night.

He also ate a lot of bricks and 113 in the system space.

Xiao Guangtuan's already plump body had become even fatter.

As for the bricks, they told Yun Xianhe directly with practical actions - eat so much that you can't walk.

The man and the wolf eventually collapsed on a nearby park bench.

Banzhuan, who had eaten too much, curled up at Yun Xianhe's feet and hummed, and successfully obtained two pet digestive tablets.

Yun Xianhe, leaning back in his chair, felt a little dizzy from drinking carbohydrates and couldn't stop feeling sleepy.

Feeling sleepy...? That's a good thing.

"Let's go home and sleep."

"Ouch?"

There are big doubts in the silly wolf’s little head.

So...it was forced to wake up just to come out for a meal?

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Zhu Fu Jingguang, who went out for a morning run, just happened to miss the other person.

When he finished exercising and came back from the supermarket after buying vegetables, he saw Yun Xianhe in the living room at a glance.

The latter was lying on his back in the gap between the sofa and the wall, holding a brick in his arms.

A man and a dog were sleeping in sprawling positions. In their dreams, the plush carpet that was originally spread on the floor was forcibly lifted up halfway and used as a quilt to cover them.

Like two sausages wrapped in pizza.

...and the side that covers the body is not the warm furry part.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the bagged breakfast on the table, then looked at the brick that was sleeping so hard that its saliva was about to fall on Yun Xianhe, and finally looked at the peaceful Yun Xianhe.

...If the other person's chest hadn't been rising and falling, he would have thought that the other person had fainted.

However, the other party must have gone out last night.

It’s hard to say whether he has just come back.

Why don't you go back to your room and sleep? You used to pretend well, didn't you?

Could it be that we discussed too many things last night?

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who brought the blanket, saw the other person frowning unconsciously because of his approach, and gave up the idea of ​​carrying the person back to the room.

Forget it, let the other person stay here and have a good sleep.

Ding dong,

"Uh-huh?"

The blanket that had not been covered in time was suspended in the air.

Yun Xianhe opened his eyes dazedly and looked at Zhu Fujingguang who was moving stealthily. He yawned lazily:

"Mr. Guang? What are you doing here?"

The slightly hoarse voice revealed obvious fatigue.

"I,"

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang again.

Yun Xianhe, who was sure that the sound he had just heard was not a dream, pushed away the brick in his arms that was almost drooling on his clothes, lifted the carpet covering his body and was about to get up.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took advantage of the situation and covered the other person with a blanket, pushing him back:

"Sleep a little longer, I'll go open the door."

As he said this, he stuffed the brick back into Yun Xianhe's arms.

The silly wolf felt that he had moved a distance, raised his head, blinked twice, and yawned before nestling back into Yun Xianhe's arms.

A warm heat source is a great thing for inducing sleep.

The already sleepy hero yawned and prepared to fall asleep.

"Brother Xianhe."

Oh no, no need to sleep.

The person lying on the carpet hid his head behind the sofa, and couldn't help frowning when he heard the little detective's energetic footsteps.

"Brother Xianhe?"

"Umm, Conan..."

"Hmm? Brother Xianhe, are you sleepy?"

"You got up so early."

Hearing this, Conan looked up at the clock on the wall - 7:34, not very early.

However, when he thought that the other party might have worked all night last night, Conan realized that he seemed to have come very early.

Looking at the person who was unwilling to open his eyes, the little detective laughed awkwardly and took a few steps back:

"Then Brother Xianhe, you should have a good rest. I will talk to you after you wake up."

Yun Xianhe responded weakly, holding the brick and pulling the blanket, and shrank into the corner between the wall and the sofa.

Seeing the guy who seemed to want to bury himself in the wall, the young detective stepped back slowly and finally stood at the stairs to the second floor.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who also stepped aside, looked at him and spread his hands helplessly.

There was no way. The only person who knew the truth needed a lot of sleep, and it was not easy for them to force him to wake up.

To be honest, Zhu Fu Jingguang was afraid that Yun Xianhe would suddenly faint after staying up too late.

So it’s nice to let the other person sleep for a while.

While the hero was enjoying a peaceful life, Toru Amuro was standing downstairs of the Gil's house with Vermouth, keeping a watchful eye on them.

It was obvious that Curacao's email was not fully edited, but on the list, except for Toru Amuro who was specially questioned and marked as not an undercover agent, everyone else was undercover.

Then it is very likely that Kil, who is written at the end, is an undercover agent.

No matter what, bring the person back first.

Feeling his temples throbbing with sleepiness, Toru Amuro leaned against the cold wall, relying on the chill to keep himself awake while observing the two-story residential building in the distance.

Bourbon, with a gloomy face, couldn't help but think:

Since Yun Xianhe said that he had informed the undercover agents and asked them to save their lives, there was no reason for Kil to stay here.

Or maybe I don't want to alert the enemy...

Or maybe the other party didn't believe Yun Xianhe's sudden hint?

But we should be prepared, right? After all, it was no secret that Curacao had been taken away by the police.

"Want one?"

The sudden voice brought Toru Amuro back to his senses.

He tilted his head to look at the lady's cigarette held between his fingertips and handed to him, then looked at Vermouth and forced a fake smile:

"No, I don't like this brand."

"Tsk, you're quite picky."

Seeing that the other party didn't take it, Vermouth didn't get angry. She took it in her mouth, lit it skillfully and started to smoke.

Toru Amuro seemed to be disgusted and didn't want the secondhand smoke to fall on his face.

Seeing his expression, Vermouth smiled and said nonchalantly:

"I didn't expect you weren't an undercover agent."