Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"How could this be... I clearly... didn't want to kill him... No!"

"Cut! Very good, this scene is fine! Yoko acted very well!"

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting on a mat outside the crew and wearing a mask, pushed his glasses and applauded along with the crowd.

Conan, who was sitting next to him, looked at Maori Kogoro who rushed over to hand Okino Yoko a towel with half-moon eyes, and muttered quietly:

"Isn't it a bit too coincidental? Uncle Maori also received an invitation..."

"But I didn't expect that Uncle Maori would agree to come here as a technical instructor."

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing behind Yun Xianhe, bent down and whispered:

"Mr. Maori is a fan of Ms. Yoko."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows and glanced at Maori Kogoro who was chatting happily with the director over there, and nodded in understanding.

No wonder.

"By the way, are you wearing too much?"

When asked, Yun Xianhe looked down at his long-sleeved shirt and raised his hand to pull the mask on his face:

"Mr. Guang said that the temperature will drop tonight, so he asked me to wear this to be on the safe side."

"Makes sense."

"Hey, hey, what makes sense."

"Ah, the director is here. He should be looking for you, Brother Xianhe, right?"

The young detective changed the subject.

He looked at the boy who stood up and began to talk to the other party, his tone becoming formulaic, and chuckled twice.

Xiaolan squatted down and said:

"Hey, Conan, it seems like filming a TV series is really fun, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Conan, who was bored, began to fiddle with the match props placed in front of him.

"Oh, it's great to have Teacher Xianyun come to visit us today."

"You're welcome. Please negotiate the rest of the contract with Editor Morimu."

"Okay, okay! Then tonight..."

"Sorry, I want to attend a festival in a nearby county tonight, which can also be used as material for my next short film."

"Is that so? Then I'll have someone send Teacher Xianyun off."

Faced with the exceptionally enthusiastic director, Yun Xianhe smiled helplessly and explained that he had a car before he dissuaded the other party from the idea.

"Hey! Stop touching me randomly, okay?"

The sudden scolding startled Yun Xianhe.

He turned around and saw the actor named Nachi Shingo standing in front of Conan with his hands on his hips, and his expression looked a little angry.

Yun Xianhe was about to step forward, but Xiaolan, who was standing next to Conan, stepped forward and apologized to him.

Looking at the actor's sudden change of expression, Yun Xianhe frowned slightly.

The director at the side saw that Yun Xianhe seemed to be in a bad mood and smiled stiffly:

"Nachi is just, um... strict with the people around him."

"is it?"

Yun Xianhe glanced at the director lightly. The latter had a stiff smile and a hint of cold sweat on his forehead.

After witnessing Nachi Shingo inviting another lady named Dougaki Taeko to dinner, knowing that Miss Dougaki and Mr. Shimazaki were going to get married, and the story of the rude Anzai Morio.

Yun Xianhe glanced at Maori Kogoro, and then at Conan.

He began to wonder if this crew could really successfully produce something good?

Let’s not discuss this for now.

Is there going to be a murder on this set tonight?

No no no,

He had already agreed to take Conan, the lucky child, away in a while, leaving Uncle Maori alone here...

It should, probably... be safe?

"Teacher Xianyun? Teacher Xianyun!"

"Hmm? Sorry, Director, I was just distracted for a moment."

Seeing that Yun Xianhe did not comment on what happened just now, the director was a little confused about what he meant for a moment.

After taking a look at the time on his watch, Yun Xianhe politely told the director that he was leaving.

"Conan, Xiaolan, we should go. Uncle Maori, are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

Maori Kogoro, who was still chatting with Okino Yoko, waved at Yun Xianhe without turning his head:

"No, you kids go play and come back early tomorrow. Oh, and Midorikawa, I'll leave these kids to you."

"Okay Mr. Maori."

"Sister Xiaolan, did your friend ask you to help bring Mr. Zhi Zhenwu's autograph?"

Just before leaving, Conan suddenly remembered this and looked up at Xiaolan.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed:

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot, where is Mr. Nachi?"

"He has already gone to change his clothes."

"okay!"

"Wait a minute, Sister Xiaolan!"

Looking at Conan being picked up by Xiaolan like a kite and dragged away, Yun Xianhe couldn't help laughing:

"Ran is so energetic. Isn't Conan a little too light?"

"It's okay for someone of that age, but it's not Xianhe's turn to say this, right?"

"Hai Hai Yi - I'm trying hard to eat, but I can't gain weight at all."

Having said this, Yun Xianhe spread his hands helplessly.

His body is not prone to gaining weight.

Because of this, Mr. Guide and Uncle Shitou worried about me for a long time.

But at that time, the ghost in the team looked thinner than him, so someone helped him share the meals that were made with love.

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned slightly and looked Yun Xianhe up and down.

A white shirt looks empty on the other person. It looks good, but it cannot be called healthy.

He had been feeding the boy for such a long time but he still couldn't make him gain weight? !

"Mr. Guang, I think you are thinking about something very rude."

Yun Xianhe noticed the other person's gaze, raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand to roll up his sleeves.

"I'm still very muscular, just a little thin-boned. Look! So much muscle!"

As if afraid that Zhu Fu Jingguang wouldn't believe it, Yun Xianhe clapped his hands twice.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who only noticed the long scar on the other person's forearm, sighed.

He helped the other person put down his sleeves and then rolled them up at the wrists.

"Yes, yes, I knew it last time."

"Why do I feel like you are just being perfunctory to me, Mr. Guang?"

"How is that possible? Didn't Xianhe beat me last time?"

Seeing that Yun Xianhe wanted to say something, Zhu Fu Jingguang took out a small paper bag from his pocket, took out a strip of meat from it and stuffed it into the other's mouth.

"Try it. I made it last night. It's salty. How about using it as a snack to replenish your energy?"

Yun Xianhe chewed it carefully for a few times, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling, and he gave the other person a thumbs up without hesitation.

"Ho-ci!"

The hero with puffy cheeks looks like some kind of cute little animal.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was thinking at an inappropriate time.

Yun Xianhe caught a glimpse of Xiaolan running back with Conan in a hurry, and raised his hand to gesture to the two of them to get in the car.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced through the rearview mirror at Xiaolan, who seemed relieved.

He lowered his head and counted the number of strips of meat left in the bag that Zhu Fu Jingguang had just taken out, and asked casually:

"Xiaolan, is the autograph coming?"

"Ah, hahahahaha, we didn't see Mr. Nachi."

"Is that so? That's okay. Maybe we'll see each other again before we leave tomorrow morning."

"Uh-huh."

You're not very good at lying, Xiaolan.

So what happened?

It shouldn't be that Mr. Nachi said anything rude.

Does that mean you witnessed something bad or discovered a secret?

The car started, and Yun Xianhe, who felt a little carsick, closed his eyes and emptied his mind.

Forget it, since Conan didn’t tell him about it, it shouldn’t be an important matter.

·

The sunlight fell on my eyelids, casting a hazy red shadow on my retina.

Yun Xianhe didn’t know whether he was asleep or not. He just felt like a white leaf falling into a red ocean.

Drifting and swaying, I finally reached the destination.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his hand to call Yun Xianhe, the person in the passenger seat opened his eyes first.

Yun Xianhe half-closed his eyes and glanced at the night market vaguely visible in the distance, and asked vaguely:

"arrive?"

"Well, Xianhe, sit down and sober up for a while before getting off the car."

"Where are Xiaolan and Conan?"

"They went to the hotel to change into yukata first."

After rubbing his face twice and forcing himself to wake up from that half-dream state, Yun Xianhe jumped out of the car and stretched himself.

"Let's go, Mr. Guang. You must have a good time tonight. I'll pay for the whole trip."

"Haha, then I'm not welcome."

"Haihaihai——Really, if Mr. Amuro and the other three were not busy, I would definitely invite you to a party."

Zhu Fujingguang, who was pushed forward two steps, smiled.

This is still free,