Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"I'm telling you...are you going to use this kind of car to take us to see Osaka?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Kogoro Mori yelled at Heiji Hattori.

The latter seemed to have not yet realized that there was a problem, and asked stupidly:

"Why? Don't you like it? This is the newest car."

"Ha ha……"

Yun Xianhe and others smiled awkwardly.

Kogoro Mouri was left speechless by the other party's stunned reaction, so he turned around and said nothing more.

Suddenly, Hattori Heiji seemed to have figured it out, and happily suggested:

"Oh! That's right, in that case, should we turn on the sirens? This way we can drive faster."

Is this a question of speed?

After hearing this, Xiaolan, who was sitting in the front seat, waved her hands and said with a wry smile:

"Haha, that's not what we meant. It's a bit embarrassing to be caught by the police like this..."

A patrol car always attracts attention when it drives down the street.

Looking at the curious glances of passers-by flashing outside the car window from time to time, Xiaolan quietly shrank into her seat.

After hearing this, Hattori Heiji seemed to have just realized what the strange expressions of the others meant.

He even found it a little funny:

"Please, don't worry about it. You haven't done anything bad anyway. You can just sit in the car openly."

He's right.

Yun Xianhe yawned and said comfortingly:

"It's okay. Just think of yourself as a detective team traveling around the country in patrol cars to investigate cases."

Uncle Maori and Conan felt a little better after hearing this, at least not as awkward as at the beginning.

At the first stop, Hattori took a few people to a ramen restaurant.

"How is it? This is what real ramen is. The soup is so clear that you can even see the bottom of the bowl."

"that is true."

Xiaolan exclaimed.

Obviously the appearance of this bowl of noodles is quite good, but the taste is too bland.

For Yun Xianhe, whose taste had always been controlled by Mr. Guang due to his poor health, the food was surprisingly bland.

But after drinking a mouthful of hot soup, I felt a lot warmer.

“It tastes a little bland, but it’s delicious.”

As the guest invited to play, Xiaolan was the most supportive.

Uncle Maori was obviously not used to the food.

Yun Xianhe, who felt like he was eating noodle soup that he forgot to add seasoning to, adhered to the principle of cherishing food.

He finished half a bowl of noodles in big gulps and raised his hand to give a thumbs up to Hattori Heiji beside him.

Seeing that he seemed to be eating with great relish, Hattori Heiji smiled happily:

"I'll just say it's delicious."

"Hmm, you can taste the difference in taste among people from different regions from this bowl of noodles."

"It feels very suitable for Xianhe."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was sitting next to Yun Xianhe, made a comment.

Maori, Xiaolan and Conan nodded in agreement, which made Yun Xianhe's mouth twitch.

"No, I think the taste of Mr. Guang's cooking is more suitable for me."

joke.

If all the food tasted this bland in the future, how would he survive? !

"Oh - Heiji, who is this kid? A new friend? His hair color is so unique, is he a foreigner?"

"Hello, we are friends of Heiji who lives in Tokyo. He invited us to come here today."

Yun Xianhe turned around and looked at the chef.

The latter was slightly stunned when he saw his heterochromatic eyes, and then praised:

"You have cool eyes, like a character from a comic book."

The hero who received the praise politely said thank you.

Hattori Heiji stood behind him, rubbed his chin, and muttered quietly:

"Is this your attitude when you meet strangers on a normal day? Come to think of it, it seemed like you were like this when you first met me."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe turned around.

He glanced at all the customers behind him casually, then half-raised his head to look at Hattori Heiji:

"What's wrong?"

"No, where do you want to go next?"

"Well..."

Uncle Maori on the side was looking at the travel guide in his hand and discussing with Xiaolan.

The brave man half leaning against the bar looked at them discussing with a relaxed look.

Out of the corner of my eye I kept checking the source of every gaze.

Finally, the target was set on a girl in the corner.

I can't pretend at all...

Today's suspect? Not quite.

So it's someone Heiji knows?

Wait, could that be what Xiao Tiandao mentioned before, Heiji’s childhood sweetheart?

By the way, why didn’t Heiji invite the other party when he went out to play?

Stalking... Is she angry that Heiji didn't invite her out when he went out to play? Is she afraid that Heiji has someone else he likes?

Yun Xianhe, who was getting sleepier the more he thought about it, half-closed his eyes, yawned quietly, and complained in his heart:

There is really no smooth sailing in the love-hate relationship in this world, right?

They are childhood sweethearts.

The time, the place and the people are all right. If you like someone, just express your feelings directly. Why play those little couple tricks?

"Hey! Are you okay?!"

Hattori Heiji held Yun Xianhe's shoulders.

He looked at the man who seemed to be about to fall under the table, with a serious expression:

"If you feel uncomfortable, come back to my house and rest."

"Hmm? Sorry, I fell asleep."

The person who was half asleep just now came back to his senses instantly.

Yun Xianhe sat up straight by leaning against the table and raised his hand to adjust his glasses.

Seeing that the others turned to look at him, Yun Xianhe curled his lips and revealed a soothing smile:

"It's okay, I'm just sleepy. Maybe I'm a little tired from secretly writing things in the middle of the night these past few days."

"Is that right?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, Xiaolan, you can ask Mr. Guang. When I was caught staying up late before, Mr. Guang got really angry."

"Hey - Mr. Midorikawa is angry? I can't imagine him like that at all."

“It’s super scary.”

"Xianhe..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang shouted at the other party helplessly.

Seeing that Xiaolan and the others' attention had shifted to Zhu Fu Jingguang, Yun Xianhe quietly took out a piece of mint candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

The slightly stimulating taste dispelled some sleepiness.

Taking a look at the '32:17:08' penalty countdown on the system panel, Yun Xianhe sighed inwardly.

Please end it quickly.

Didn’t you see the look in Mr. Guang and Conan’s eyes?

If this continues, he will really be kidnapped by those two and taken to the hospital.

The octopus balls at the second stop were obviously more popular with Yun Xianhe than the ramen.

Almost half of the dish he and Zhu Fujingguang ordered went into his stomach.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head when he noticed the attention.

Sure enough, the girl also followed here.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who also felt as if someone was watching them, was always on guard with his shoulders and back tense.

Yun Xianhe pushed the last octopus ball on the plate in front of the other person:

"Give this to Mr. Guang. I ate it all just now."

"Thank you Xianhe."

"You're welcome--"

Yun Xianhe reached out and patted Zhu Fu Jingguang on the shoulder.

The latter looked at the person who was smiling with narrowed eyes and instantly understood what the other person meant.

Yun Xianhe, noticing that Zhu Fujingguang had relaxed, also withdrew his hand.

He tilted his head and looked at Conan who was eating happily and Hattori Heiji who was standing beside them with a silly smile. He felt a headache again and pinched his eyebrows.

It is urgent to cultivate a sense of crisis.

But Hattori Heiji has made great progress.

The first slap must have left a deeper impression on the other party.

So when he was there, at least the other party never called him Conan wrong.

Well worth the reward, hope the chocolate keeps up.

Hattori Heiji suddenly felt a dull pain in his arm and looked around in confusion, finally stopping at Yun Xianhe.

The person who was moving his fingers that were numb from the cold happened to look over there.

The two looked at each other, and Yun Xianhe smiled gently.

However, when Hattori Heiji saw the other party's posture, he broke out in a cold sweat and after a long while he forced a stiff smile.

He probably hasn't done anything recently?!

Don’t you usually call him Kudo Conan?

Why does Xianhe still want to beat him up?

When I think of the pain that seemed to come from the bones and muscles last time,

Hattori Heiji felt as if his entire arm was broken.

He quickly took a few people and got in the car and went to the next place.

"You want to eat grilled pancakes?! Why didn't you tell me before you ordered the grilled octopus balls? I know a really good restaurant. The order is wrong now."

"..."

Maori Kogoro looked at Hattori Heiji who was having a headache with his half-moon eyes, and complained helplessly:

"Didn't you just say to leave quickly?"

Hattori Heiji seemed a little annoyed:

"It's impossible to get through with the current road conditions. Osaka is not like Tokyo. There are a lot of one-way streets here. Sometimes you have to take a long detour to get to a place."

"In that case, I know there is a store nearby, I will take you there,"