Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 598: Poor Big Fool

When the Irish man heard this, his expression twisted for a moment.

What’s wrong with this guy? Doesn’t he know what his current situation is?

If Yun Xianhe knew what he was thinking, he would definitely sneer at him.

What situation?

Does it count if he surrounded a group of them all by himself?

Of course, everyone in the helicopter heard clearly what Yun Xianhe said about Ireland just now.

Chianti laughed mercilessly, and even Curacao in the driver's seat curled the corners of his lips.

Kiel, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and glanced at Yun Xianhe.

I had no clothes to cover my legs, and I had just been caught in the rain, so I felt a little cold.

Yun Xianhe shrank back into his chair feeling a little uncomfortably and closed his eyes to rest.

It looked like Yun Xianhe felt cold, and the other party must have resisted when being captured by Ireland, so he looked exhausted and weak.

In short, it looks extremely fragile.

It seems like I’m going to get sick any second.

If there had been no one else around, perhaps Kiel would have given the poor child a blanket.

But now as a cold-blooded killer, she couldn't.

Unexpectedly, Curacao, who was in the driver's seat, spoke:

"Ireland, be nice to your guest and give him your coat."

"what?"

Ireland looked at Curacao with a 'you've taken poison' expression.

The latter choked:

"If he gets sick, do you think the adults will forgive you?"

Hearing this, Ireland curled his lips and reluctantly handed the coat back to Yun Xianhe:

"You better behave yourself, kid."

"Oh ok ok ok, thank you very much."

He just wanted to close his eyes for a while. Why were there so many things going on?

Yun Xianhe responded to Ireland perfunctorily, then swiftly covered his legs and lower abdomen with the other's large coat, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Ireland's mouth twitched when he saw this heartless look.

...Did he tie the wrong one?

Seeing that the other person was really asleep, the atmosphere on the entire helicopter became a bit weird.

Chianti and Cohen looked at each other and found the fragile and gentle little genius recorded in the file more interesting.

Curacao has already started thinking.

If Yun Xianhe agrees to cooperate with them or even join them, will that adult directly give him a code name?

Kiel's thoughts are more complicated.

From whether it is possible to save him, to how to save him, and then to how not to expose yourself if you succeed or fail...

Unable to come up with an idea, Kiel frowned in annoyance.

How could someone who used to be so cautious and tricky be caught by this big fool from Ireland?

And our big fool is the most pitiful one.

Not only did he lose his coat, but he was also beaten before that.

The point is that he still doesn't remember.

Everyone on the plane had different thoughts.

With 113 on guard, Yun Xianhe slept peacefully.

He didn't wake up until the plane landed at a secret location of the Black Organization.

Ireland, who was about to wake someone up, saw this and smiled in a somewhat sinister way:

"Hey, you woke up? Did you sleep well?"

Yun Xianhe stretched his stiff neck and complained in a gloomy tone:

"I didn't sleep well at all."

"Humph, squeamish."

"Mr. Ireland, you should first reflect on the way your organization entertains the guests you invite, as well as the comfort level of your aircraft itself."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe raised his arm, which was still handcuffed, and successfully lifted Ireland's wrist a little higher.

Then he patted the seat under him.

The bang-bang-bang sound is muffled and doesn't sound soft.

The boy had a perfect smile on his face. Although he was the one being captured, he was more confident than these dangerous people:

"You think you can convince me of your sincerity and cooperate with you just by receiving such an invitation?"

The smile on his lips fell.

Ireland looked at the young man in front of him whose eyes seemed to have suddenly lost their luster. He suddenly felt a sudden palpitation for no reason and even began to feel phantom pain in his body.

The boy's voice was very soft, like a ruthless judgment:

"If this is the way to treat guests, I will re-evaluate the profit share between us."

The plane lands.

Curacao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, finally freed his hands.

She turned around to look at Yun Xianhe who was staring at Ireland, then looked at the handcuffs on their wrists, and said in a reproachful tone:

"Ireland, take off the cuffs now."

Curacao's voice was like a reminder.

Ireland came back to his senses and looked at the pale-faced boy in front of him. He cursed in his heart, "What the hell..." and reached into his pocket to feel for the key to the handcuffs.

Yun Xianhe, who had already stuffed the key into the other person's pocket as soon as he sat down, had no flaws in his expression.

After the handcuffs were removed, he couldn't help but rub his wrists twice.

Chianti, who was standing by, saw a very obvious red mark on it.

No wonder the other party is angry...but isn't it a bit too fragile?

[Host, your skin is really white. 】

113 in the system space sighed.

'Looks like I'm going to die soon, right? Um - do you think I'd look healthier if I got a little tan?'

【How about we find a chance to sunbathe? 】

'Good idea. But I don't seem to get dark easily.'

[It’s okay, I have a tanning agent! 888’s host used it last time and it worked really well! ]

[By the way, did I not tell you? The host 888 drew a mission to a foreign world. As a result, because his skin color was too white, he was taken as a patient by the locals and sent to the hospital as soon as he entered. He was forcibly treated for a long time. ]

Yun Xianhe, who got off the plane with a few people, looked at the scenery of the villa located in the deep mountains and forests while listening to 113's story.

When Yun Xianhe heard the other party say, "After physical therapy failed to cure him, the locals felt very sorry for him and had already chosen a cemetery for him," he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Cohen, who was following him, saw Yun Xianhe quickly raise and then lower the corners of his lips.

Following the other person's line of sight, Cohen saw the low-level staff standing guard not far away.

The other person was wearing a neat suit, sunglasses, and had a conspicuous bald head.

Is that why you laugh?

Yun Xianhe did not answer for the other party.

It must be said that the old man still has some knowledge of the ways of the world at this time.

The other party did not directly ask Yun Xianhe, who was wearing wet clothes, to go to the living room.

Instead, he arranged for a waiter to take the other party to take a hot bath, change into clean clothes, and even thoughtfully provided Yun Xianhe with dinner.

Although Yun Xianhe felt that the other party prepared clothes for him because he wanted to take the opportunity to check whether he had any locators or something on him.

Probably because today is Chinese Valentine's Day, the people who decorated the restaurant took into account the preferences of young people (?) and placed roses and candlesticks on the tables.

There was even a plate of exquisite chocolates.

It can be said that the layout is very thoughtful.

Yun Xianhe, sitting alone at the long table, slowly cut a piece of steak.

A trickle of bright red juice dripped onto the white plate along the tip of the knife.

It’s not cooked after all.

He shouldn't have any illusions.