Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"It's lit! It's lit! The first word 'tian'!"

"Oh--"

Yun Xianhe, who was putting snacks into his mouth, responded vaguely.

Xiaolan, who was walking in front of him, lowered her head and explained to Conan:

"Conan, do you know? This festival is to light the three characters '天下一' in order on three mountains, in order to pray for the best harvest in the world this year."

"Hey--"

The young detective exclaimed at the right moment.

Yun Xianhe began to wonder whether a fire could be put out immediately if it accidentally broke out on the mountain.

"It's nice to do this sometimes, staying at a hotel and watching the festival or something. But dad didn't come, and I don't know what he's doing now."

"If it's Uncle Maori, he must be drinking with the director and the others? Or drinking happily."

"Really. I hope he doesn't drink too much."

Yun Xianhe, who was looking for what to eat next, saw a roadside stall selling balloons.

The boy squinted his eyes and looked at the various animal balloons with interest.

How should I put it, it’s a bit ugly... but it should be just right for children?

"Conan, do you want one?"

"Hey?"

Conan turned around when suddenly asked.

After seeing Yun Xianhe and the pile of strange balloons, the smile on the little detective's face froze for a moment.

Yun Xianhe was sure that he saw the obvious "disdain" and "are you serious" in the other person's eyes.

“No, that’s not necessary…hahaha…”

Seeing Conan's refusal, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows and smiled maliciously:

"You finally made it to the festival, so don't be polite to me."

Who is being polite to you?

The young detective's face was full of resistance, but Yun Xianhe, who had already paid, smiled particularly kindly.

"Here! I think this looks pretty nice!"

"I,"

"Hey - this balloon is great. Conan should thank Xianhe very much."

Conan, who tried to resist, was suppressed by Xiaolan.

In the end, he could only watch Yun Xianhe tie a pink rabbit balloon with a not very smart expression on it to his wrist.

Conan stared at the balloon with dead eyes for a while.

Finally, after being reminded by Xiaolan, Chaoyun Xianhe, who had lost all hope in life, said:

"Thank you, Brother Xianhe."

"You're welcome - Mr. Guang, would you like to have one too?"

Zhu Fujingguang, who was watching the fun but was inexplicably named:?

"Still no."

"You can also bring one to Mr. Amuro."

Zhu Fu Jingguang gently twisted the fingers hanging by his side.

It is said that being persecuted will make you feel uncomfortable, but what if you are influenced by childhood and suddenly feel a little moved?

"Hey, Brother Xianhe, do you want to take one too?"

Conan smiled with his crescent eyes, and his tone was as cheerful as a child who was sharing something with a good friend.

"Okay."

"?"

In the end, everyone had balloons in their hands, but Yun Xianhe was the only one who was happy.

Looking at Yun Xianhe humming a little tune while buying oden, Conan seemed a little tired and complained:

“I really don’t know who is more like a child…”

Listening to Conan's somewhat old-fashioned words, Xiaolan smiled:

"But Xianhe looks very happy like this, doesn't he?"

happy?

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the boy's face illuminated by the light.

The other person's heterochromatic eyes hidden behind his glasses were half-closed, staring at the food on the stall with sparkling eyes.

The corners of his lips slightly raised when he was asked and the subtle movements made him look very happy. Even without getting close to him, I could feel the excitement in his voice.

Happy, child.

"Here! This is for Mr. Guang."

A small bowl of steaming oden was handed to me.

A thin layer of white steam rose up, blurring Zhu Fu Jingguang's vision.

"Thank you Xianhe."

Conan Banyue, who also had food stuffed in his hands, looked at Yun Xianhe and reminded him:

"Brother Xianhe, you eat so much now, be careful that you won't be able to eat dinner later."

"Who said we were going back for dinner?"

Do you need to eat dinner when you go out to the night market? Don’t you just eat at the night market?

The two stood there staring at each other.

Yun Xianhe picked up a meatball and stuffed it directly into Conan's mouth. The little detective, feeling a little hot, took a small breath.

"Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

Seeing this, Yun Xianhe smiled with satisfaction:

"I just saw a goldfish scooping stall. Let's go play together after we finish eating!"

"…Are you planning to try out all the projects?"

"what is the relationship?"

“…No, it’s nothing. As long as you are happy.”

A group of people walked from one end of the street to the other.

At the end, Conan and the others felt that they really didn't need to eat dinner and had a bunch of small gifts in their hands. They sighed after seeing the energetic person in front of them.

The three of them looked at each other, and Xiaolan laughed helplessly at first:

"Mr. Xianhe is very energetic today."

“…I think Brother Xianhe is too excited.”

"But this seems to be Xianhe's first time to attend the festival, so it's normal to be a little excited. I guess it won't be like this next time."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's words won Xiaolan's approval.

Conan glanced at the two small gifts in Zhufu Jingguang's hand, then glanced at Yun Xianhe who was stretching and seemed to be getting tired, and the three things in the other's hand, and expressed deep doubt.

Yun Xianhe, who felt he could still walk back to eat something, turned back:

"Do you want to go around again?"

"..." x3

"Excuse me, could you please take a picture for me?"

The four people who heard the sound turned sideways and looked over.

Yun Xianhe looked the man up and down, which made him feel uneasy, but he didn't say anything.

Shijing Xuanyi smiled awkwardly and subconsciously avoided Yun Xianhe's sight.

Just when I was about to change my target, Xiaolan said sympathetically:

"Hayi, of course."

Seeing this, Sai Jing Xuanyi quickly handed the camera to the other party:

"Please use this camera and use the character '一' as the background."

Looking at Nobuichi Sakai who walked over and posed, Yun Xianhe put his hand on Conan's shoulder and slowly squatted down.

The latter tilted his head and glanced at him:

"What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"No, I just smelled a little bit of a strange smell, but it disappeared immediately."

"Ok?"

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe in confusion.

The latter did not explain, but just rubbed the other's hair out of habit.

When Shijing Xuanyi took out a book from his arms and handed it to Xiaolan and began to introduce himself, Yun Xianhe knew that today's limited murder case had begun.

“Fortunately, I’ve finished shopping.”

Yun Xianhe, who was teasing the little goldfish in the plastic bag, muttered softly.

On the other side, Nobuichi Saii was still explaining to Xiaolan the pen name Imai Kyosu.

"Jin Zhuzhi and I are old friends. We used to write together."

"Hey - I wrote it with Mr. Jinzhuzhi."

"Today we are here together because he won the Naomoto Award. We plan to drink all night to celebrate."

Are the reputations unequal? ​​Is the other party taking exclusive ownership? Or is the publishing fee divided unevenly?

Well, however, Mr. Jin Zhuzhi is probably in danger now.

“It’s so hot.”

Xuanyi Shijing let out a breath, and Conan, who was standing beside him, complained to Yun Xianhe with a crescent-shaped eyebrow as to why the other party didn't take off his coat.

Instead, Zhu Fu Jingguang half-knelt down and said to Yun Xianhe:

"Xianhe, are you cold?"

"?"

Yun Xianhe paused while playing water polo when suddenly asked this question, and shook his head blankly:

"It's not cold. Are you tired, Mr. Guang?"

"I'm fine. Do you want to go back to the hotel and rest?"

After hearing this, Conan silently gave Zhu Fu Jingguang a thumbs up.

Go back quickly, he feels like his legs are not his own.

Yun Xianhe, who had a system backpack but could not use it openly, took a look at the things in his hand that he was going to send to Matsuda and Hagiwara after returning, and nodded obediently:

"Okay, let's go back after Xiaolan finishes taking pictures for that gentleman."

"Ah, thanks."

It seemed that he didn't expect Yun Xianhe to still consider him.

Nobuichi Sakai thanked the other party and posed in front of some stalls for Xiaolan to help take pictures.

The little detective looked at Yun Xianhe, who was obviously stalling for time and not separating from the other party, and approached him and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Xianhe, is there something wrong with that person?"

"Well, maybe I'll need you to help him make up an alibi later."

"what?"

After waiting for a while, Yun Xianhe showed a look of understanding when he saw the police officer who called himself Yokomizo appear and asked Shinichi Sakai to cooperate with the investigation.

However, Conan next to him reacted a little too much.

"You knew he had committed a crime?"

"Guess."

"..."

The group followed Officer Yokomizo to the crime scene.

When Yun Xianhe saw that the victim's room was right next to the room he had booked, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

I hope I won’t have nightmares when I sleep at night.

"The murder weapon was a pistol. The crime was committed at 8:02 or 8:03 p.m. The perpetrator was a young man. He escaped from this room after the crime. That should be correct, right?"

"Yes, that's right. Because at that time the TV just started broadcasting the festival."

"Killed with one shot, very beautiful technique."

Yun Xianhe, who was standing at the door, glanced at the corpse and gave a very pertinent evaluation.

These words caused several people present to turn around and look at him.

Officer Yokomizo raised his eyebrows:

"who are you?"

“A tourist passing by.”

"...Huh? Stop kidding. All unrelated people please leave the crime scene."

"Haihaihai - although I am not involved, my friend is a detective."

Zhu Fujingguang who was patted on the shoulder:?

Seeing Officer Yokogawa start to look at Zhufu Jingguang, Yun Xianhe began to fool people:

"Mr. Officer, how about letting my friend help? Although he is not as famous as Uncle Maori Kogoro, his ability has been recognized by the other party."

"Really?!"

Oh my, could this Officer Yokomizo be a fan of Uncle Mori?

When asked, Zhu Fu Jingguang showed his signature impeccable smile and answered naturally:

"Yes, if you can trust me, Mr. Officer, can you let me take a closer look at the crime scene?"

"Since you are a detective recognized by Mr. Maori, please go in."

"Come on, Mr. Guang."

Yun Xianhe, who liked to watch the fun, patted Zhu Fu Jingguang on the shoulder, and pushed the little detective beside his legs into the house into the blind spot.

Looking at the people busying about, and Sei Nobuichi who was sitting in front of him with a somewhat stiff expression, Yun Xianhe yawned lazily.

If it ends soon, I should be able to go back and have a good sleep.