Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 611: Reward for Good Children

Yun Xianhe, who was woken up again, looked listless.

"Brother Xianhe, why don't we go to the hospital?"

Inspector Megure looked unhappy as he handed the other person a handkerchief.

Conan could feel that the clothes on his shoulders had been soaked with blood and were sticky to his body.

The hero wiped the corner of his mouth and calmly swallowed the blood. He trembled as he put the handkerchief given by Megure into his pocket and said in a hoarse voice:

“I’m detoxing.”

"..." x2

Hey, you know what, there is some truth to it.

The little detective who was treated as a human hot water bottle sighed with his eyes half-mooned and complained in a bad way:

"Will you go into shock if you vomit too much blood?"

"It just looks scary, there's not a lot."

Conan, whose shoulder was soaked, said: "..."

Do you want to see what you are talking about?

Why is Brother Xianhe telling lies with his eyes open today?

Thinking of this, Conan suddenly turned his head and half raised his chin to look at Yun Xianhe.

The latter yawned sleepily.

As if noticing his gaze, the pair of heterochromatic pupils blurred by mist lowered quietly and looked at him:

"What's wrong? Ahem..."

"…It's okay, I'm just worried about you. Brother Xianhe, aren't you in pain?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe reached out and rubbed Conan's head:

"It doesn't hurt."

Conan didn't look much relieved after getting the answer.

He tentatively pinched Yun Xianhe's arm, and the latter hissed slightly, then hit him on the head with his fingers.

"it hurts!"

"Ha, then why don't you pinch me? Let's see if you dare to do it next time, cough cough..."

Conan covered his head and pouted, complaining:

"I thought you suddenly lost your sense of pain like before..."

It was indeed lost temporarily, but his scanner noticed Conan's little action.

It's not easy to fool the little detective...

The hero who tried hard to pretend to be a normal person sighed in his heart.

In order to prevent the two from thinking that he was vomiting blood and dying in his sleep, Yun Xianhe could only force himself to sit on the chair and stay sleepy.

Megure watched the other person cough up blood for more than ten minutes.

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to forcibly drag the person to the hospital, Yun Xianhe calmly took out a new handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the last trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"All right."

“…,?”

The tone that suddenly calmed down seemed like an illusion.

Conan, who was held in the other person's arms, could clearly feel the other person's trembling hands stabilize.

Yun Xianhe didn't care at all about the two people who were confused.

He simply held Conan's armpits and placed him on an empty chair nearby.

Seeing him acting like he was going to throw it away after use, Conan was furious.

"Brother Xianhe!"

"I'll compensate you for your clothes."

"That's not it! Are you okay? Are you no longer feeling uncomfortable? Are you not going to vomit blood?"

"of course."

The brave man who heard the system's announcement spoke with a firm tone.

Megure, who was standing by, looked at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to be recovered in a second, and muttered softly, "Strange..."

Will it really get better in an instant?

Could it be that Brother Xianhe was lying to him?

"Ah, what time is it now?"

"Oh...10:56."

"It's not too late."

"?"

Megure, who didn't understand what this sentence meant, looked at Yun Xianhe who stood up and asked subconsciously:

"Brother Xianhe, where are you going?"

"Go back and celebrate Chinese Valentine's Day."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe turned to look at Meguro, squinting his eyes and smiling playfully:

"Inspector Megure, are you sure you don't want to hurry back and spend the holidays with your wife? You need to be more romantic in your middle age. Hmm - or has Inspector Megure already prepared a surprise? Do you need my advice?"

Inspector Megure felt his ears turn red when he was teased by the younger generation at his age.

He pushed his hat down with one hand and angrily shouted a few words:

"You are so young, don't meddle in adults' affairs!"

"Hai Hai Yi - I understand. I'll leave now."

"Hmm? You want to go back?"

"Yes, if we don't go back now, we will miss it."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe turned around and glanced at Conan:

"Conan, you, oh, yes, you are going to celebrate the holiday with Xiaolan."

"what!"

The little detective blushed when he suddenly heard this.

Yun Xianhe smiled somewhat shamelessly.

He looked Conan up and down, then leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"Wrong, it was Shinichi who wanted to send a message to Xiaolan."

Conan choked when he heard this, and stammered without saying anything else.

The brave man who single-handedly defeated (?) two people smiled victoriously.

Yun Xianhe stretched himself lazily, pulled his chair to the side, and said as he walked out:

"Officer Megure, I will take the statement tomorrow. I will be leaving today."

"Hey, brother Xianhe, are you really okay?"

"Hai Hai Yi - I'm completely fine. Ah, but I need to change my clothes before I go back."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe tugged at his clothes and half-lowered his head, pretending to look at the bloodstains on them.

His acting skills are just too good.

Even when he took those few steps outside just now, his expression and movements were extremely natural, not at all like that of an invisible person.

Conan curled his lips after confirming that the other party seemed to be fine:

"If you let Mr. Midorikawa know,

"Ok?"

"Ah... No, haha,... I won't tell Mr. Midorikawa."

The threatened young detective said reluctantly.

Yun Xianhe smiled with satisfaction, turned around and walked out:

"See you later, both of you."

"Brother Xianhe, I'll let Gao Mu take you back."

Inspector Megure was really afraid that Yun Xianhe would collapse somewhere and faint after walking out of this door.

"It's okay - I have someone to take me there."

Yuya Kazami, who came down from upstairs, pushed his glasses, nodded to Inspector Megure, and followed Yun Xianhe.

"Mr. Yun, I'll take you there."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Kazami. Goodbye, Conan—"

Without waiting for Conan to give any more instructions, Yun Xianhe pushed Feng Jian Yuye towards the door.

Being pushed, Yuya Kazami pushed his glasses up and said calmly:

"Mr. Yun, are you sure?"

"I'm sure. By the way, find a bathroom."

Half an hour later, the brave man, who had successfully changed into clean clothes, knocked on the door while holding a large bunch of sunflowers in one hand and a packed meal in the other.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had fallen asleep on the sofa, was awakened by a knock on the door.

Some strange fragments seemed to flash through my mind, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Mr. Guang?"

Zhu Fujingguang responded when he heard the familiar voice, shook his head, got up from the sofa and walked out:

"Xianhe? Did you forget to bring your keys?"

After confirming in the door mirror that it was Yun Xianhe himself standing outside, Zhu Fu Jingguang opened the door.

Golden sunflowers came into view as the door opened, and the faint scent of grass mixed with the freshness of rain rushed directly into my mind.

The remaining sleepiness just now disappeared instantly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out and hugged the bouquet in a daze, allowing that brilliant smile to enter his sight.

The young man with a bright smile narrowed his eyes and said in a brisk and cheerful tone, sincerely:

"Happy Qixi Festival! Mr. Guang! This is a reward for good children!"

The young man's slender fingers tightened subconsciously, and he was in a daze, as if he couldn't recover.

Feeling...had he heard this sentence somewhere before?