Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe, leaning on the door frame, looked at the two people, one big and one small, who were investigating the scene, and glanced at Sai Jing Xuanyi beside them.

Apart from being stiff at the beginning, the other party actually acted quite relaxed.

So confident? Why? Could he have a perfect alibi?

"How's it going, Detective?"

After finishing the inspection, Zhu Fu Jingguang stood up and took off his gloves. After a little thought, he analyzed:

"The crime was committed by an acquaintance."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Because he was wearing pajamas and there was toothpaste in the corner of his mouth. If the victim saw someone he didn't know knocking on the door, he shouldn't have gone in with a toothbrush in his mouth. Although the scene looked like a home robbery, the gentleman said he saw someone running out after hearing the gunshots, right? It's impossible for the room to be turned upside down like this in such a short time."

Having said this, Zhu Fu Jingguang looked up at Yun Xianhe.

After seeing the other party nod slightly, he turned his gaze to Sai Jingxuanyi beside him:

"As long as you check if there are any people who came to this hotel today who are acquainted with the victim, you can find a full list of suspects. Also, Mr. Sai, can you show us your alibi?"

When asked, Nobuichi Sakai gave a dry laugh and was a little afraid of the detective, Keimitsu Morobushi, who suddenly appeared.

"Of course, the murder happened around eight o'clock, right? I have a complete alibi. Because at the same time, I was already watching the celebration of the first night in the world."

Yun Xianhe, who had arrived at the celebration before eight o'clock, raised his eyebrows.

He didn't remember seeing such a sunburned person before.

“I also met the detective and his friend there.”

"But we met you in the second half of the festival."

Yun Xianhe spoke, then glanced at the watch on his wrist, as if recalling something:

"I remember it was around 8:40. This was more than enough time to get from the hotel to the festival."

"what are you talking about!"

Shijing Xuanyi yelled at Yun Xianhe angrily.

After realizing that his reaction seemed a bit excessive, he paused, and as if aggrieved, he took out the camera he had given to Xiaolan from his pocket:

"Really? I was there from the beginning. If you think I'm lying, just get this developed. There should be a photo of me there to prove my alibi."

Yun Xianhe, who was scolded, shrugged his shoulders, pursed his lips and said nothing.

After Officer Yokomizo developed the photos, Yun Xianhe walked forward, took a quick look, and then snorted coldly.

He thought the other party was very confident because the alibi was so obvious that he could see through it at a glance.

Noticing his tone, Zhu Fushi Jingguang and Conan both frowned and looked at the seven photos carefully again.

What exactly is wrong?

"There are seven photos in total, right? But which one counts as an alibi?"

"Ah, I took this photo. Look, you can still see a little bit of the balloon here."

Xiaolan pointed to a photo in Morobushi Kagemitsu's hand and said to Officer Yokomizo.

"Oh, that was right when the fire started."

"However, the time when this word started burning is exactly 8:40 as the young man said. From here to the festival site, 40 minutes is more than enough."

"Hey, officer, please look carefully. There are photos of me and Tian Zi in these photos, which means I was there before the festival started."

Nobukazu Saii was still arguing.

After searching the room for clues, the little detective returned to Yun Xianhe, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said in a low voice:

"That's him, isn't it?"

"Of course, but he is really patient."

It took so long to plan this murder, probably about a year, right?

Hearing this, Conan frowned slightly and lowered his head to think for a while:

"Could it be that those photos were taken by him in the past..."

“I suggest you compare the person in the photo to the person at the scene, just like a game of spot the difference.”

Yun Xianhe, who felt that the matter was settled, rubbed Conan's head boredly and pushed him towards Zhu Fujingguang.

Today's police officer is also very reliable, so he shouldn't need to get involved too much, right?

"Teacher Imatake! Where is the teacher?"

A man's panicked voice came from the corridor.

Yun Xianhe took a quick glance and felt that the person looked familiar.

After rummaging for a long time, he finally remembered from the corner of his memory that it seemed that Editor Morimu had brought him to meet the other party a long time ago.

I think he’s the editor of some monthly magazine. What’s his name?

Officer Yokomizo glanced at the person who rushed in and explained calmly:

"Mr. Imatake's body has been moved to the police station. Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm a reporter for the monthly magazine 'Bungei Jidai', my last name is Yamada, I came here immediately after receiving the notification from the police. But the teacher is still..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was still looking at the photo, looked up at Yamada and said uncertainly:

"If it's the literary era, Mr. Imatake, is he..."

"Yes, Imatake once serialized the Legend of the Sword Hero."

Yamada turned around upon hearing the familiar voice and saw Sai Shinichi:

"You are, if I remember correctly, you are Mr. Shijing, right? Hmm? I feel that the white-haired boy standing behind you looks familiar... Ah, ah!!! Mr. Xianyunyehe!"

Yun Xianhe, who was yawning, was almost choked by his saliva because of this shout.

Seeing Yun Xianhe starting to cough, Zhu Fu Jingguang hurried forward to pat him on the back.

Yamada, realizing that he had scared someone, was at a loss and kept apologizing to Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe, who had calmed down, waved his hands and said with a smile:

"Mr. Yamada, huh? I remember you, but I didn't expect you to recognize me."

"Of course! Because Mr. Xianyun's hair and eyes are very recognizable. I remembered you from the first time I saw you! Sorry, I was really rude just now."

"It's okay. What are you doing here?"

"Because tomorrow is the deadline for the serialization of the Sword Hero Legend by Mr. Imatake, I came to Mr. Imatake to get the manuscript."

As expected...when an editor or something comes to see someone, it is most likely to urge them to submit manuscripts.

"I once heard Jinzhu mention that the deadline for his serialized novel is approaching, but he hasn't started writing yet."

Seeing that he seemed to be ignored, Shi Jingxuan, who was standing by, cleverly interjected.

However, after hearing what he said, Yamada looked a little depressed:

"Oh no! It's over. Even if I ask other teachers for help now, it's too late. It's really terrible that I can't find a work with writing style comparable to that of Mr. Imatake!"

"There is really no way..."

“Would you like me to help you find a writer?”

They both spoke at the same time.

Nobukazu Sakai paused as he was about to turn around to get something.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Yun Xianhe, and the hand hanging by his side twitched nervously.

"Teacher Xianyun, are you telling the truth?! Are you planning to publish your current series..."

"No, no, no! That one isn't finished yet! If you want to find someone to write for you, I can recommend an author to you. If you want mine, I have a short story that you can write, but as for the long story...hahaha..."

Seeing that Yamada had calmed down a little, Yun Xianhe scratched his cheek and breathed a sigh of relief.

What a close call! I almost bought another publishing house.

As expected, editors from any publishing house are terrible when it comes to urging manuscripts to be submitted. (?)

"Really?! Teacher Xianyun, are you really willing to put the short story in our monthly magazine?!"

"Sure, you can just check with Editor Morimu about the contract."

"That's great! Thank you so much, Teacher Xianyun!"

"That's really rude. So, you are also a novelist?"

Shijing Xuanyi looked at the overly young Yun Xianhe with an incredulous tone.

Without waiting for Yun Xianhe to speak, Yamada began to talk nonstop:

"Of course! Teacher Xianyun is a very popular teacher nowadays! It's just that Teacher Xianyun's health has not been very good and he never participates in offline activities, so not many people know him."

"That's it."

"As expected, Xianhe is just a carefree person. Really, after being together for so long, Xianhe didn't even tell us."

Xiaolan, who was standing by, put her hands on her hips and looked at Yun Xianhe.

The latter laughed twice, and recalled with some uncertainty:

Didn't he say that? It seems he didn't.

It seems that no one took the initiative to explain this matter when they were shooting today.

As a result, he subconsciously assumed that they all knew.

"Sorry sorry, I forgot."

"Well, if Xianhe signs my book after we get back, I'll forgive you."

"Good good."

Seeing that tomorrow's update had been planned, Yamada did not stay here any longer and left the scene while calling Moriki.

Feeling left out, Sakai Xuanyi stood where he was and smiled sarcastically.

It's the same again. Previously, because Imatake was more famous, his serialization was snatched away.

It's the same now.

One of the most popular new fiction writers of the moment…?

He had planned everything for today and even brought the manuscript with him, but it turned out that this guy, got beaten by this guy!

Yun Xianhe suddenly felt a murderous aura and turned around, just in time to meet Shi Jingxuan's eyes.

It seemed like she didn't expect him to turn around.

The expression on Saitama Nobuichi's face was blank for a moment, and then he gave the other party a stiff, hypocritical smile.

Yun Xianhe, who was being watched, frowned slightly at first, then looked at the other person expressionlessly:

"You don't think that your failure is because my reputation is greater than yours, do you?"