Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"…Isn't it? If it wasn't you just now,

"A person who is destined to go to prison will be replaced sooner or later."

The boy said coldly.

The heterochromatic pupils behind the glasses are clear and transparent, yet give people a strange sense of depth.

When Shijing Xuanyi understood the meaning of his words, he felt his hands and feet become cold.

When being stared at by those eyes, he even felt that all his dirty deeds were forced to be exposed to the sun.

"Are you kidding me..."

"Found it." x2

On the other side, Morobushi Keimitsu and Conan simultaneously discovered something strange in the photo.

Upon receiving the hint, Officer Yokomizo strode forward and forcefully grabbed Sakai's hand.

"What, what happened?!"

Startled by this action, Shinichi Sakai came back to his senses and looked at Officer Yokomizo who was close to him in panic.

The latter handed the photo in his hand forward and said coldly:

"What's going on? In the photo of your alibi, your tanned wrist is clearly photographed. But in fact, your wrist is white. So this photo was taken by you a year ago! Am I right, Mr. Saii?"

"…Officer Yokomizo, I give in."

After being released, Nobuaki Sakai began to tell his story.

When Yun Xianhe heard the other party say that he wanted to kill Jin Zhuzhi a year ago, he tightened his arms.

The dormant enemy...

Only after the other party had explained the entire reason for the murder did Yun Xianhe lower his head slightly and sneered.

"sad."

I don’t know if it’s talking about the victims, the criminals, or the world.

Xiaolan was silent for a while as she watched Saiki Nobuichi being taken away, and then she asked:

"If it was Xianhe, what would be his reaction?"

"Hmm? What? Being betrayed by a friend or being upstaged?"

"Both, I guess."

Yun Xianhe reached out and took the coat that Zhu Fujingguang had taken out from somewhere, shrugged slightly and gave his answer:

"The friends I choose will not betray me. As for stealing the limelight, even if it's jealousy, as a friend, shouldn't you be happy for the other person's achievements? If the jealousy in your heart is so great that it overshadows the friendship, then you are not a friend."

"Is that so?"

"Just like Xiaolan never thought of killing Sonoko, although Sonoko sometimes said some jokes, she would definitely stand by you when you need her, right?"

Yun Xianhe stretched himself lazily after putting on his coat, and said casually:

"As for Shijing who was taken away just now... Although it is indeed infuriating that the editorial department might replace the manuscripts of some writers because of their fame.

But even if Mr. Imatake had not appeared back then, the serialization would probably have been given to another popular writer.

I think if that kind of thing really happened, the person who died today would not be Mr. Imatake, but someone else.

As for the book, I can only say that the same story, with different writing styles, will produce different results. Well, who can say for sure about such things? "

It's all just jealousy.

That guy just wanted to kill him. Who can predict what he will do?

Yun Xianhe sighed with emotion when he said this:

“This world is so messy.”

"Pfft, it feels like Xianhe's tone just now was like that of an old grandfather."

Xiaolan, who had just begun to come to terms with her feelings, was amused by Yun Xianhe's last words, which sounded like an old man.

Conan, who was standing by, looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes and complained:

"Could it be that Brother Xianhe, you are really hundreds of years old like the hero in your book?"

"Hmm? I might be thousands of years old now."

When asked, Yun Xianhe lowered his head and winked at the little detective, who smiled expressionlessly, indicating that he totally did not believe it.

"It feels like Xianhe is floating outside this world."

People who should have grown up in fairy tales have mistakenly entered the human world.

"An expert?"

Hearing the teasing in the boy's tone, Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his head and smiled, but ultimately did not say the second half of the metaphor in his heart.

"Okay, okay, do you want to have dinner? Or do you want to go back and rest?"

"Um,"

Jingle Bell--

The moment the phone rang, Yun Xianhe always had a bad feeling.

When he saw the note 'Inspector Megure' on the caller ID, this feeling had almost become a reality.

"Hey, Officer Megure, what's going on? ...Okay, we'll be back in a minute."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

After hanging up the phone, Yun Xianhe glanced at the other three people and laughed bitterly:

"Uncle Maori, there's been a murder."

"What?!" x3

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The four of them quickly packed up their things and drove back to the TV series filming location in the afternoon.

Yun Xianhe didn't figure it out until he got off the car.

Didn't he take Conan away? Or is it that Uncle Maori's own death physique is comparable to Conan's?

It can't be that all the children of luck have the passive skill to trigger the case? !

Yun Xianhe paused as he walked up the stairs, recalling the various case reports he had seen on TV recently, and suddenly he had the answer to his previous thought.

Don't say it, it's really possible.

"Oh, you're here. I called you here to confirm your alibi and some details between the victim and the others during the day."

Watching Morofushi Kagemitsu going over to talk to Megure Jusan and Ran running to care about Mouri Kogoro.

Yun Xianhe endured for a long time, trying to stand up straight, and raised his hand to press lightly on his forehead.

It still doesn't work. This shell will be uncomfortable if I ride in the car too much.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Maybe I'm a little carsick."

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, whose face seemed to have turned even paler under the searchlight. The complaints he was about to make turned into a sigh, and he dragged the man to a tree nearby.

"Lean here and rest for a while. Do you need me to get you a bottle of water from the car?"

"Well - if that's okay. Thank you, Conan, that's so thoughtful."

“…Really, you always say that.”

The little detective muttered with half-moon eyes.

He first got Yun Xianhe a bottle of water and then ran to see the scene.

Yun Xianhe, who was leaning against a tree, sipped water while listening to Inspector Megure asking about his alibi. He half-closed his eyes and looked at the several suspects present.

Hmm——his expressions are all very suspicious.

It seems that the victim has a grudge against each of them.

Or is it an unknown secret?

By the way, when Xiaolan chased after him during the day, could it be that she happened to see a conflict between the victim and someone else?

While Yun Xianhe was still thinking, Maori Kogoro, who had just observed the scene, confidently gave his own reasoning:

"First, the knife used as the murder weapon was a prop used during filming. Second, the 'stone lion' refers to the shrine. From these two points of view, the criminal is... Miss Mamegaki Taeko! It's you!"

Yun Xianhe, who keenly caught the micro-expression on Douyuan Taeko's face, raised his eyebrows.

Sure, who knows, maybe Uncle Maori will guess the outcome right this time.

"How is it possible! How could Taeko kill someone?!"

The temple abbot, Miss Douyuan's grandfather, stood up to protect his granddaughter and looked at Kogoro Mori angrily.

The latter looked serious, staring past him at Douyuan Taeko:

"Ms. Taeko, you were out for nearly an hour during the party, right?"

When asked this question, Mamegaki Taeko lowered her head as if to avoid it:

"That's because I need to go home to get something, and my home is inside the shrine."

Yun Xianhe noticed that the other person's folded hands were slightly clenched, and he looked very uneasy and scared.

Afraid? Afraid that your actions will be exposed?

"Can anyone vouch for you?"

"No, my grandfather went out, so I was alone..."

Seeing that Douyuan Taeko seemed to be identified as the murderer, Okino Yoko stepped forward and said:

"But when Mr. Maori and Ms. Taeko came back from outside, they happened to meet Mr. Anzai leaving the hotel, and the two of them passed each other."

"What did you say?! Ms. Douyuan has been staying in the living room since she came back..."

After hearing this, everyone present looked at Kogoro Mori with half-moon eyes.

Inspector Megure folded his hands and half-complained:

"So, doesn't that mean it's completely impossible to commit the crime?"

No, if the micro-expression is correct, the criminal should be Miss Mamugaki Taeko.

But why doesn’t the time match?

Passing by...

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe turned his head to glance at Shimazaki, who also looked a little strange in the crowd.

...accomplices?