Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Over there is the Tennoji Zoo. Over there is the Osaka Sports Center. As for here, it is the Tsutenkaku Tower. How about it? Our place in Osaka is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Yeah! The view here is great—"

"Not bad, very beautiful."

Yun Xianhe held up the camera and took a few pictures in each direction, appearing very interested.

However, his pale and sleepy face made his tone seem unconvincing.

Hattori Heiji looked at the listless Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes:

"Are you really okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm just a little out of spirits."

Yun Xianhe smiled and patted Hattori Heiji on the shoulder.

The latter's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly:

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

"it is good--"

Maori Kogoro on the side curled his lips, looking a little bored:

"But I think this place is no different from the Tokyo Tower."

"Don't compare this place to that boring red tower, idiot."

Yun Xianhe nodded as if in agreement.

Zhu Fushiki Jingguang and Conan could hear each other muttering quietly:

"This is a silver-white tower."

"..." x2

Adhering to the principle of not giving the sick and weak any opportunity to take advantage, Yun Xianhe was still wearing the thickest clothes among the people present today.

In this early spring, it doesn't seem strange.

But maybe because of the nice sunshine today, Yun Xianhe wanted to sleep even more.

It's okay, it's normal to feel sleepy in spring and tired in autumn.

Yun Xianhe, who had found an excuse for himself in his mind, watched Conan pull Hattori Heiji over.

The little detective looked at Osaka Chocolate with half-moon eyes:

"Hattori, let me ask you, why did you call me and Xianhe to Osaka?"

"Come on, how could you feel this way?"

"There must be something wrong. Come on, confess."

"You are wrong, you are wrong. There is really no work this time."

Yun Xianhe, who was standing by, silently thought:

Really not necessarily.

A famous detective plus two high school detectives.

For these three sons of luck, it would be a violation of the laws of this world if nothing happens to them.

"I asked you to come here this time so that you can have a good look at Osaka. For us humans, there is no certainty as to when we will die."

Hattori Heiji leaned on the fence with one hand and looked into the distance, saying these words with a faint smile.

Yun Xianhe keenly heard the hidden worry in the other party's tone and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Could it be that the other party sensed some danger around them?

its not right.

If there is any disturbance near home,

Even if he was not in good spirits these two days and didn't notice it, Mr. Guang should have noticed it.

Conan was stunned by Hattori Heiji's sudden sadness.

Then he looked at the other person with shame:

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing this, Hattori Heiji shook his head slightly:

"I had a bad dream."

"Dream?"

"Yes, I dreamed that when I was about to catch the criminal, he stabbed me instead, and I died like that."

At the end, Hattori Heiji pretended to be joking and looked at Conan with a smile.

The latter staggered, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he complained speechlessly:

"What, please, don't kill people so casually, okay? And if you say so, I dreamed that Xianhe left a few days ago."

"Uh-huh--"

Hearing this, Hattori Heiji looked up at Yun Xianhe and finally sighed as if with regret:

"In fact, I also saw Xianhe at the end of the dream... You are right, compared to you, Xianhe looks more dangerous."

No, it should be said that it is even worse.

"What dream?!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was obviously concerned.

After all, prophetic dreams are not impossible to happen.

Yun Xianhe, whose name was suddenly called, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He looked at the two detectives, one big and one small, and felt the slightly worried gaze from Zhu Fu Jingguang beside him. He asked helplessly:

"Why did the topic turn to me? And what are you two talking about? It sounds so unlucky."

"Hahaha, that's it, you two just have fun here in Osaka."

Hattori Heiji stopped talking about dreams, obviously not wanting to say more.

But this look further proves that the dream was not a good one.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Yun Xianhe patted Conan on the shoulder and spoke with tolerance and gentleness:

"Conan, think about it from another perspective."

"Perhaps Heiji came to us because he was scared after having a nightmare."

"Only when he sees for sure that his friend is okay can he feel relieved."

Hearing this, Conan raised his eyebrows suspiciously and looked at Hattori Heiji who seemed a little uncomfortable.

He smiled slyly as if he had discovered a new world, and asked cooperatively:

"Is that right?"

"Hey, don't be so sentimental."

Osaka Chocolate was furious, but his slightly burnt skin made it hard to tell that he was blushing.

The brave man is still fooling the little detective:

"What does this mean?"

"It shows that Heiji really considers you an important friend. He is so worried about you just because of a dream."

"As his friends, we should comfort him so that he can get out of this nightmare as soon as possible."

Conan, who was just listening casually, recalled the state of Hattori Heiji when he was talking just now...

He was suddenly somewhat convinced by Yun Xianhe.

"Is that so? Hattori, do you want me to give you a hug?"

"Hey, hey... who did you learn this from? What the hell is a hug?"

Osaka Chocolate had no words to comment on Yun Xianhe's remarks.

But what the other party said actually made some sense.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was patted on the shoulder by Yun Xianhe, also struggled out of his thoughts.

He kept comforting himself in his heart that it was just a dream and it was not real.

He himself had never dreamed of such a scene, so it must be fake.

"Don't be shy."

"Conan is right, a hug between friends is the best way to soothe the soul."

"I'm not shy! What?! I told you not to come over here!"

Yun Xianhe and Conan surrounded him with smirks on their faces and hugged Hattori Heiji in the middle.

Feeling the other party's struggle, Yun Xianhe turned around and called Zhu Fu Jingguang:

"Mr. Guang, come and hug (hold) us together."

The person who was called noticed the attention that was gradually gathering around him and smiled awkwardly.

Xiaolan, who was standing by, didn't understand what they were playing.

But he seems pretty happy?

"Wow—why are your hands so cold?!"

Hattori Heiji shuddered when he touched the back of the other person's hand during the struggle, and looked at Yun Xianhe in shock.

For a moment, he felt that the hand he was holding was too cold to be alive.

The collision of black and white.

Yun Xianhe grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled it in front of Conan:

"Look, white chocolate and extreme dark chocolate."

"what?!"

"Pfft, hahahaha!"

When Hattori Heiji was released, he saw Conan holding his stomach and laughing, and he rubbed his head hard twice in revenge.

"Hahaha what are you laughing at!"

"Sorry, sorry, Brother Heiji, I'm here--"

"Oh, he's here at last."

Yun Xianhe rubbed his face to make himself look a little more sober.

He raised his head and looked towards the person who had just run over in the direction of the voice.

"I'm Sakata from the Osaka Prefectural Police. I'm so sorry I'm a little late."

"Why is it this officer who is here?"

Xiaolan on the side asked curiously.

"Because my dad said that since Mr. Maori is coming to Osaka to play, we must treat him well and give him special instructions."

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then he remembered that when they first met, Inspector Megure mentioned that the other party's father was the chief of the Osaka Police Department?

"Huh? Why didn't my dad come? He said he would come."

"The director is in a meeting about that case right now."

The little detective at the side keenly heard the key words.

Yun Xianhe put one hand on the other person's head, rubbing it while sighing.

Hopefully today’s case will happen after he’s done playing.

…Forget it, let’s lower our standards a bit and do it after dinner.

"Okay, is the car I mentioned ready?"

"Of course! I did as you said and drove out the best car in our department."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The best car in the department... Could it be,?!

"I said... that car couldn't be..."

Maori Kogoro standing aside obviously had the same feeling as Yun Xianhe.

When he saw the police car downstairs, Yun Xianhe maintained his expression well and raised his hand to hail a taxi.

"This car probably can't accommodate so many of us. Mr. Guang and I will just take a taxi and follow behind."

"Hey?! We can still sit down if we squeeze in."

"No way..."

"Brother Xianhe, come with us."

As the saying goes, we share happiness and hardships.

What is it like to have four grown men squeezed into the back seat of a car?

Yun Xianhe expressed his gratitude that everyone present was very thin, so at least everything could be squeezed in.

“Hahahaha, doesn’t this feel great? It’s better to drive a patrol car. Even if there’s a traffic jam, other cars will give way.”

Except Hattori Heiji who is the happiest one,

Yun Xianhe and Zhu Fu Jingguang, who were squeezed like sardines in the back row, tried hard to maintain a smile.

The expression on Kogoro Mori's face next to him could only be described as shame and anger.

As for Xiaolan in the front row, she seemed very restrained and smiled a little awkwardly.

The little detective held in Yun Xianhe's arms,

Apart from the initial speechlessness, I felt more like I was sitting in a freezer.

After his strong suggestion, Yun Xianhe stuffed him into Hattori Heiji's arms.

Hattori who had someone in his arms for no apparent reason:? ?

After a brief pause, Hattori Heiji regained his bright smile:

"Well, where would you like to go, my dear guests?"