Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 616 I'm here, I'm here...so don't be afraid

The sleepy man asked himself questions in his heart for a while before continuing to ask:

'Is the light in the room on?'

[No, don't worry, the room is dark.]

Yun Xianhe relaxed after hearing this.

At least I don't have to worry about the other person finding out that I'm currently blind.

The hero, who hadn't gotten enough sleep, yawned lazily, and while trying to stay awake, he asked Zhu Fu Jingguang, who seemed to be a little abnormal:

"What's wrong Mr. Guang? Did you have a nightmare?"

"..."

"Mr. Guang?"

Yun Xianhe didn't get an answer, so he reached out and fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp.

The orange light dispelled some of the absurdity of the dream.

Yun Xianhe closed his eyes, took his glasses from the bedside table and put them on. When he withdrew his hand, he secretly clicked on the electronic sticker on his temple.

The light screen attached to the glasses quickly scanned the status of the person in front of him.

[The target's heartbeat is detected to be unstable, his face is pale, and there is cold sweat on his forehead. It is determined that he is in poor health. 】

[The scan showed that the other person seemed to be crying. It is suspected that the person is feeling unwell. It is recommended that he be sent to the doctor as soon as possible. ]

When Yun Xianhe heard this, all his sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

The person lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his neck slightly according to the direction provided by the light screen, and his unfocused heterochromatic eyes happened to fall on the other person's face.

There was complete darkness before my eyes, with no light at all.

But Yun Xianhe, who was holding his breath, heard the other party's unstable breathing.

Suppressed, seems to be sobbing.

"…Mr. Hikaru? What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

The person kneeling beside the bed did not reply.

Yun Xianhe could feel the hands that were holding his arms were trembling, and they even tightened a little after hearing his question.

As if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

"Mr. Guang?"

"..."

Still no response.

Yun Xianhe used his free hand to support himself and sit up.

The young man with messy hair sat cross-legged on the bed, half lowered his head and looked at the person who was holding his hand tightly, and sighed helplessly:

"Mr. Guang, you just dragged me to cry without saying anything. If someone didn't know, they would think I was dead."

"no!"

"?!"

The sudden rise in voice startled Yun Xianhe.

In the invisible field of vision, the young man who was crying because of the strong fear looked embarrassed, and in a hoarse voice, he demanded with a strong attitude:

"You can't commit suicide! No matter what happens, Xianhe, you can't commit suicide! Absolutely not! You said that there is a way out of everything, and you can't commit suicide easily! You said it! Don't forget it! You said it!!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was even a little incoherent.

He looked at the man who seemed to be frightened by him, standing there in a daze with his eyes wide open, and grabbed the man's wrist tightly, pressing his fingertips tightly on the position where he could feel his pulse beating.

"No matter what happens, you can't give up your life! You clearly said that you won't die easily! You can't point a knife at yourself, and you can't use medicine! Absolutely not!"

no! no! !

Can't die!

Can't die!

Zhu Fu Jingguang, whose mind was almost flooded with these words, looked a little crazy.

The invisible Yun Xianhe still maintained the same expression as before, staring blankly at the other person.

Although the constantly blinking eyes made the hero seem a little helpless or nervous.

But if Zhu Fu Jingguang observes carefully, he will find out.

The other person's eyes were unfocused, and the pulse under his fingertips did not change frequency from beginning to end.

Calm, so calm that it was even scary.

'Looking' at the person in front of him who seemed to be about to collapse, Yun Xianhe stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the top of the other person's head.

The young man's dry and warm palm restrained Zhu Fu Jingguang who was about to say something.

The person who froze for a moment could feel the hand rubbing the top of his head twice, neither lightly nor heavily, and then pinching his shoulders twice.

A slight pain came from my shoulder.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe blankly and saw the helpless smile on the other's lips.

The brave man, who felt his wrist was about to be broken, sighed softly and said helplessly:

"Mr. Guang, dreams are all fake, calm down, okay?"

The tone was gentle, as if he was coaxing a child.

"Can you tell me what happened? Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, I'm here and I won't leave. If you have any concerns, you can tell me."

The person who slowed down his voice asked patiently.

The arm that was tightly grasped moved slightly, and the suspended palm grasped the opponent's wrist.

Feeling the coldness and sweat coming from the other person's skin, Yun Xianhe sighed:

"Mr. Guang, don't you feel cold? Where's the goose I gave you? Didn't you take it with you to sleep tonight?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not reply, but Yun Xianhe seemed not to notice.

The person who had comforted her brother countless times at night changed the topic skillfully and quietly conveyed the sense of security of "I'm here".

"Mr. Guang, would you like to come sit on the bed? The floor is very cold."

"Want to hear a bedtime story Mr. Hikaru?"

"If you cry tonight, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow. Can you please stop crying?"

"Mr. Guang, take a closer look. I am still here, fine. I have no missing limbs, so the dream is fake."

The voice of the brave is undoubtedly pleasant to hear.

Combined with the natural scent of plants on the other person, it is very suitable for soothing people's hearts.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was frightened by the dream and could not tell what day it was, gradually came back to his senses when the other party called him "Mr. Guang" again and again.

He looked at the boy in front of him, feeling the warmth in his palm, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke in a hoarse and hesitant voice:

"Xian, He?"

"Yes, I'm here. Don't be afraid, Mr. Guang, the hero has helped you drive away all the nightmares. No one will hurt you."

Yun Xianhe pulled two tissues from the bedside and wiped Zhu Fu Jingguang's face roughly.

The drooping eyebrows and the sense of looking up from bottom to top made Zhu Fu Jingguang feel that the face, which was always adorned with a gentle smile, exuded divine compassion.

…like comforting a child.

My heart, which had been beating wildly due to panic, gradually began to calm down.

Zhu Fu Jingguang realized later how embarrassing his behavior was.

The hand that held his wrist was dry and warm, even warmer than his own.

Yes, yes...

If you are dead, you will have no body temperature and no pulse.

"Alas...Mr. Guang, you will definitely catch a cold if you sit on the ground like this all night."

"I,"

Without waiting for Zhu Fu Jingguang to speak, Yun Xianhe stood up and gave up his bed.

The young man stretched out his hand and lightly lifted up the huge man sitting on the ground by his armpits.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "??"

He was thrown onto the bed, and only when he was covered with the blanket which still had some warmth left did Zhu Fu Jingguang realize what had happened belatedly.