Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 715 Sorry

There weren't many sober guys left in the car.

Yun Xianhe noticed the sight and took a glance at the three people in the co-pilot seat who seemed to be very energetic, and smiled at them:

"Just sleep if you're tired. We'll be home safely soon."

Conan noticed that the clothes wrapped around Yun Xianhe's left arm had been soaked.

Anyway, we are safe for now, so the other party should take care of his wound first, right?

Thinking of this, he struggled a little and tried to communicate with the other party:

"Mmmmm."

"Hai Hai Yi - I have already contacted the people. Please come to my place first. I will ask 01 and others to check and bandage you, and then send you home one by one."

"Uh huh!!!"

"Ah, I see. Conan, you want to stay at my place tonight because it's safer?"

"No no no!"

No! That's not what he meant!

Your arm! Take care of your own injury first!

Maybe because they are just children, the severity of their injuries is relatively low.

Compared to the dazed Toru Amuro and the over-stimulated and speechless Keimitsu Morobushi, Conan is obviously very energetic.

Yun Xianhe couldn't help but think for a moment:

Is it because the son of destiny always has more energy than others?

Hmm – there might be some truth to that.

After all, they are both sons of luck. Zhu Fu Jingguang, who should have survived the death crisis, was more seriously injured in this incident than Amuro Toru, who did not survive the death crisis.

The world's preference for the Son of Fortune...it can even influence the behavior of villains.

The brave man sighed in his heart and somehow his fingertips turned into a piece of candy, which he chewed with a crunching sound.

After waiting for a long time without any response from the other party, Conan grunted twice unwillingly.

Yun Xianhe, who didn't understand (?), tilted his head and slowed down the car a little:

"I understand. You are carsick. I will drive slower then."

"..."

After struggling for a while, the exhausted little detective leaned back in despair and leaned on Toru Amuro.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Yun Xianhe smiled, raised the fingertips of his right hand and snapped his fingers.

When the taste of fruit candy suddenly appeared on the tip of his tongue with a bloody taste, Conan widened his eyes slightly.

He looked up at Yun Xianhe, but the other party didn't show any expression and was still concentrating on driving.

"..."

Could it be that he was hallucinating because he had received too much stimulation today?

Conan thought silently while holding the candy against his cheek.

Toru Amuro finally took his eyes off the rearview mirror and looked at Yun Xianhe.

"Don't worry, Amuro, I'll make you a mechanical arm."

Hearing this, Toru Amuro fixed his eyes on the boy's arm, then let out a long breath and lowered his eyes slightly.

sorry……

However, it's too late to say anything now.

Now that his identity was exposed, everything became troublesome.

He must have disrupted the other party's entire plan, right? In this case...

"Eat candy?"

The boy in the driver's seat said this, and his hands that were holding the steering wheel changed to supporting it with his forearms again.

Toru Amuro saw that the other person was holding a piece of fruit candy between his white fingertips and waving it towards him, with a gentle smile on his pale face.

It makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

Why not blame him?

According to his brain, it is impossible for him not to guess that he was the one who messed up everything. Moreover, Gin admitted it himself just now.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

"Hmm, Hmm?!"

The feeling of the hard candy on the tip of his tongue scared Toru Amuro so much that he almost choked.

He stared at Yun Xianhe with wide eyes, but the other party did not respond at all and just snapped his fingers again.

This time the candy is for Zhufu Jingguang.

The brave man, who was conscientiously watching the road, did not look at their expressions.

Yun Xianhe slightly adjusted the angle of his body to make his left arm more comfortable, and said nonchalantly:

"Don't worry, it's no big deal, I'll take care of it."

After saying this, the hero glanced at Amuro Toru and said with a chuckle:

"Does my performance tonight count as proof? ... Huh, have a good rest, and leave the rest to me."

Amuro Toru felt that the candy given by Yun Xianhe might have a sedative effect.

Otherwise, why would the originally messy thoughts completely settle down after such a simple sentence from the other party?

And with it, there are tons of fatigue...

Of the three people in the passenger seat, Conan was the only one still awake.

Outside the city, Yun Xianhe stopped the car at a red light.

The car windows that had been closed long ago blocked out the sight and sound from outside, creating a completely isolated and comfortable environment inside the car.

Conan stared at the neon lights in the distance outside the window in a daze, and his nerves, which had been tense all day, miraculously relaxed.

Is it really safe now?

The crunching sound of the candy bar being crushed could be heard again.

Conan looked up when he heard the voice, and when he saw Yun Xianhe's half-closed eyes, he sincerely felt that the other party's condition had deteriorated a lot.

And...the clothes that bound the other person's left arm were completely soaked in red.

Excessive bleeding?

The young detective uttered a short "hmm", as if he was about to give a reminder.

But the hero obviously wasn't listening.

It was not until Conan kicked his leg slightly and his toes hit the side of the seat, making a noise, that Yun Xianhe came to his senses.

He turned his head to look at Conan, then sighed, leaned over, and lifted the man into his arms with one hand.

"It's still a bit dangerous for ordinary people to drive like this."

Conan, who was placed on the other person's legs, tried to struggle, but he didn't dare to move too much for fear of touching the other person's injured arm.

Just as he was trying to make his point clear, he felt his head sink, followed by a very light, slightly distressed voice:

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice what they did. Did it scare you today? Are you scared?"

The palms protecting his back were not as warm as Conan himself, but they were filled with a strong sense of security.

Conan could feel the other person stroking his back, his tone slowing down and becoming gentle and powerful, as if he was comforting a child.

"I'm sorry. I promise, nothing horrible like that will ever happen again."

this is not your fault.

The little detective who was imprisoned in his arms smelled the scent of grass and wood mixed with the smell of blood coming from the other person, and closed his eyes in a trance.

The green light is on.

Fortunately, there were not many cars on the road late at night, and no one was urging him to move forward.

After spending some time, the brave man successfully drove the car back home and got out of the car first, holding the little detective.

The group of robots that had been waiting here for a long time had clear division of labor, and two of them took the people in the car down for treatment.

Yun Xianhe, who handed the sleeping Conan to 09, stood silently outside the house, looking up at the night sky with few stars.

01, who was standing next to him, put a large coat on him.

Maybe half an hour, or maybe an hour.

Until the robots reported that everyone had been treated, until everyone was reported to have been safely sent home, until only the hero and 01 were left in front of the house.

"Turn around."

The robot lowered its eyes in silence after hearing the order.

...click,

boom!

The 17th gunshot, the world paused.