Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Xiaolan at the side couldn't help but ask.

Feeling the cold air coming from Yun Xianhe beside him, Hattori Heiji felt unwell and quickly said:

"Ahahaha, that was the second time you and I met. I saw him on the way back. He was working a case at the time, so I chatted with him for a few words."

"Is that so?"

When Xiaolan heard that the other party was handling a case again, she sighed slightly, as if she was used to it.

Every time I hear others talking about Shinichi, it seems like they are at the crime scene.

It was the same thing Xianhe said last time.

...Isn't it just a coincidence?

Yun Xianhe felt that Xiaolan seemed to be beginning to doubt, so he spoke slowly, pretending to be curious and asked:

"Heiji, what are those iron chains that Ms. Toyama mentioned just now?"

"Ah - when we were young, He Ye and I were playing at home and saw a pair of old handcuffs in my dad's bedroom. When we were playing policeman with it, we found that there was no way to open it..."

as predicted.

As soon as Xiaolan heard the gossip, her attention was immediately diverted.

After listening to it, Yun Xianhe gave a very pertinent evaluation:

“It’s a very interesting experience.”

"Uh-huh."

Xiaolan and others echoed.

Instead, Hattori Heiji, who was telling the story, laughed twice:

"Thinking about that past now, it's really a bit ridiculous."

"That's not funny at all! We used to take a shower or go to the bathroom together at that time."

"Idiot! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Oh--"

I feel that Yun Xianhe, who has tasted a big melon, is a little more energetic.

With his eyes half closed, he smiled faintly as he watched the two people bickering like a young couple.

I don't know where he took out a handful of melon seeds from later, and he ate them with gusto.

He even gave one to each of the others.

"I even asked for the spare key of the handcuffs to make this amulet as a souvenir."

"You are sick! Why are you still keeping this kind of thing?"

Xiaolan and Yun Xianhe on the side were in a similar state, their eyes were sparkling:

"Hey, are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?"

The two people who were asked were stunned at the same time.

Yun Xianhe saw the two people blushing quickly, and added with a faint smile:

"It seems that it must be so."

Yuanshan and Ye waved their hands repeatedly:

"No, no! Heiji and I just grew up together. To be honest, I should be considered the elder sister who has always taken care of Heiji."

The look was exactly the same as Xiaolan who was just asked.

Hattori Heiji complained:

"That's a nice thing to say... Actually, his father is currently the head of the criminal section at the police station. He is an old friend of my father, so we have known each other since we were young."

"Hey--"

Uncle Maori standing by was obviously seeing something, he tilted his head and complained:

"The young detective... grew up with the policeman's daughter... this is such an unlucky couple."

"Huh? How could that be? It's obviously fine."

Conan realized that the other party was complaining about him and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing by, nodded in agreement with Xiaolan.

The two pairs here have this configuration.

Could it be Kaito Kidd too?

It seems that this place is full of childhood sweethearts.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe let out a sigh, as if sighing:

"It's wonderful, the bond between you two."

The two pairs of childhood sweethearts present turned to look at him at the same time.

Yun Xianhe smiled and took a sip of water:

"Heiji and Ms. Toyama should like each other, right? Just like Xiaolan and that guy Shinichi."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Hattori Heiji blushed again and nonchalantly retorted:

"I don't have one!"

The other two girls whose names were called blushed and waved their hands:

"No way! Don't talk nonsense! Who would like Heiji?"

"That's right, I don't like that big idiot Shinichi!"

The two people who spoke at the same time looked at each other, and finally He Ye turned his head away.

I always feel that the other person thinks differently from me.

Ke Xinyi Nan's face was also obviously red.

But he couldn't speak and could only look at Yun Xianhe with resentment.

The latter stretched out his hand and directly blocked it with Mr. Guang.

Out of sight, out of sight.

"Speaking of which, He Ye, why did you come to this place?"

"Of course I'm here as your sister. I don't want you to be deceived by some weird woman from Tokyo, so I'm here to help you check her out."

"Pfft, sorry."

Yun Xianhe turned his back and pretended to chat with Zhu Fu Jingguang, but in fact he was eavesdropping on the quarrel between the two.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was a little amused and helpless when he learned for the first time that Yun Xianhe was so gossipy, with the melon seeds given by him in his hand.

"Xianhe seems very interested?"

"Hmm? Oh, because I haven't seen it before."

"Didn't Xianhe's former friends have any romantic relationships?"

"Who?"

When asked this question, Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned for a moment.

I recalled the names of the people I heard from him before, but I was a little unsure:

"ghost?"

"Ghost doesn't really like socializing with people. Although he's not socially anxious, but..."

Yun Xianhe shrugged his shoulders and gave a simple example:

"When a person can see through everything in the world, simple love is also a luxury."

"Is that so... Then what about Uncle Shitou?"

"Ha, Uncle Shitou is a straight man. When I met him, he was already 28 years old. He said that he had never met someone he liked, so he never looked for one."

Patting the melon seed shell crumbs on his hands, Yun Xianhe tilted his head and thought about the remaining people:

"Cotton is a typical female macho. She thinks all the men are too weak."

"The sun said that he was too free, and love was too fragile and tiring to maintain, so he didn't want to get in touch."

"I can't say what you said, sir, but he is used to seeing the separation of life and death, and he is half a person who transcends the world, so naturally he doesn't want that kind of ties."

"As for me..."

Yun Xianhe half raised his head when he said this.

After a moment, the pair of heterochromatic eyes seemed to see something through the roof, and a gentle smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

A few people who had stopped to listen to the story secretly were dazzled by the boy's smile.

They heard the other party swear in a gentle yet firm tone:

"They are enough for me."

In his whole world, just having those people is enough.

The world is full of troubles and people are bustling about.

Lonely souls of all kinds find solace in love.

The lonely brave man regards friendship as the treasure of his life.

Engrave it in your heart and speak it out loud.

Whenever I mention it to others, I am filled with pride and joy.

He likes them.

He loved them deeply.

So do they.

Since there is love that lasts until death, why can't there be friendship that lasts until death?

That was in that era and that world.

A well-known group of six that no one can interfere with.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's fingers resting on the table curled up slightly, and at this moment he was actually a little envious.

I envy the five people who can become friends with Yun Xianhe.

But he was not jealous.

After all, he also has those four close friends who have shared weal and woe with him.

What follows is heartache.

The other people were slightly shocked and had different thoughts in their minds as they listened to Yun Xianhe's words.

The most complicated thing is that Conan, Hattori and Kagemitsu know that the five people who were named are all dead.

From Yun Xianhe's tone, they could tell that he treated those close friends as if they were his life.

But those few people have already...

"Hey - you have a really good relationship with your friends. Why?"

"Ah, that! The food is here! Eat, eat!"

As if he had guessed what Toyama Kazuha was going to say, Hattori Heiji quickly interrupted her.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took the plate handed over by the waiter and placed it in front of Yun Xianhe:

"Xianhe, try it quickly. You will probably like it."

"Yes, yes, Brother Xianhe, didn't you say you were hungry in the car just now? Eat more."

The two adults and one child were talking at the same time, trying to distract each other's attention from the previous topic.

The Maori father and daughter and Toyama Kazuha on the side stared blankly for a while, always feeling that something was unclear.

Uncle Maori guessed something and started eating his pancake silently without saying anything else.

·

With the delicious food in front of them, everyone chatted for a while, then put aside what had just happened and enjoyed the meal.

When we were about to get on the bus to the next stop, a problem occurred.

Because He Ye also wanted to go with them, the police car was completely full of people.

"In that case, Mr. Guang and I can just take a taxi and follow behind."

"How can this be possible? Why don't you and Ye go home?"

"Then why don't I just take a taxi and follow behind? You guys can just take me with you."

Hattori Heiji sighed helplessly:

"I really can't do anything with you, then you want to..."

"Hey, did something fall from up there?"

"Ok?"

A passerby nearby spoke up, and Yun Xianhe and others looked up.

I saw a figure falling down quickly and hitting the hood of the police car hard.

"what!!!"

The crowd screamed in terror.

Yun Xianhe held Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing close to the car, with one hand, and pushed Xiaolan's shoulder with the other hand to ask her to turn around so that she would not continue to witness the crime scene.

The brave man, who originally thought that this trip was going quite smoothly, let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at the three detectives who had gathered around to look at the scene and muttered quietly:

"Can't you just take a good vacation?"

"Who the hell is this guy?!"

Uncle Maori looked solemnly at the man who was obviously dead.

Hattori Heiji also looked unhappy:

"I don't know. He just suddenly fell onto our hood, from the top of this building."

"There's someone upstairs."

Yun Xianhe said calmly.

The silver-framed glasses were slightly pulled down, and he squinted at the person who was looking down with his back to the sun.

Not a criminal.

Seeing the two guys, one big and one small, running up, Yun Xianhe looked down at the corpse on the hood of the car again.

He must have been dead for more than a day.

"Xianhe, can you let me go first?"

"Ah, sorry Mr. Hikaru."