Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 447 Don’t eat randomly, sir!

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The electric ignition of the magnetic stove made a crisp sound, which scared the two of them a little.

The ghost expertly cut off a piece of butter and threw it into the pan, saying in a nonchalant tone:

"The main beam of that house was made from the corpse of a tree that had gained intelligence. Since it has gained intelligence, it is equivalent to a demon. If it is used without being treated after death, it is likely to give rise to vengeful spirits. When I entered the house today, I kept hearing it cursing."

As he spoke, the magician sighed softly:

"Not only on the beams, but also on the floor, there are many dead wood spirits. Cursing, crying... They say things like 'save me' and 'curse you' day and night."

Hattori and Conan shuddered when they heard this.

Just then, the evening breeze started to blow, causing the leaves in the distance to rustle.

The afterglow of the setting sun is like blood, shining on the dark green leaves, revealing an inexplicable weirdness.

stab-

The magician put a piece of cutlet into the pot, turned down the heat, and turned to look at the two people.

Conan and Hattori looked at him at the same time.

The setting sun disappeared behind each other.

In the darkness before the lights came on, the magician smiled faintly and spoke in a faint voice, as if it came from another time and space:

“So I say, it’s great not to be able to hear, right?”

The portable lanterns hanging from the canopy lit up, bringing some light to the camp.

The air was filled with the stench of half-cooked meat, and the crackling sound of oil dispelled the mysterious and weird atmosphere, adding a lot of worldly flavor to the other party.

Hattori came back to his senses and rubbed his arms with an exaggerated expression:

"Horrible! Is this some new horror story?!"

"Horror story? Well - it's okay if you insist on thinking so. After all, many horror stories are based on reality."

The ghost's words successfully made Conan shudder all over.

The little detective, who had been trying to look cool with his hands in his pockets, rubbed his arms like Osaka Chocolate and looked at the person who turned around to flip the steak.

The other person's expression didn't seem to indicate that he was joking.

Conan paused and asked in a low voice:

"So, is this why Ghost-brother doesn't want to stay at the hotel?"

The ghost did not answer, but asked:

"Would you live in a house built with corpses and hear ghosts talking?"

"..." x2

The two people who lived in such a house all day long shuddered.

Feeling that the steak was almost cooked, the ghost sprinkled some salt and pepper into it and turned to look at the two people:

"Any questions, you two curious detectives?"

The two of them smiled awkwardly after hearing this.

Conan was still very curious about the fact that the ghost had his eyes covered with gauze.

But the other party obviously didn't want to say it.

Maybe it involves some private secrets.

Conan, who had learned from Yun Xianhe that "don't be overly curious about things other than the case," did not ask any further questions.

There was a slight burnt smell in the air.

Conan looked at the thing behind the ghost in confusion:

"Big brother, is this food..."

"Ok?"

The ghost, who had obviously smelled the burnt smell, frowned and turned to look at the two things on the stove.

Casserole soup,

Probably because there were too many ingredients, the bottom layer had become mushy and stuck to the bottom of the pot.

The ghost, who had burnt the food for the first time, tilted his head in confusion.

While he was trying to save the pot of soup, he muttered to himself:

"Why are you the same as Yunyun? Are you missing him too much?"

Even though the brain thinks it’s a magician, some of the body’s habits are perfectly aligned with the subconscious.

However, the hero's kitchen killer physique still exists.

Ghost quickly salvaged the remaining soup.

However, because it was discovered a little late, the smell of the burnt ingredients still seeped into the soup.

The steak in the pot didn't look very good either.

The outer layer has an attractive color, but the cross-section is obviously not cooked.

The ghost, not knowing what was wrong with him, faced the two dishes that could already be declared scrapped. He turned around and took a sip of the tea that he had brewed not long ago.

It's so weird.

Conan, who witnessed all this, looked at Hattori.

I always feel that the food was ruined because of their interruption, right?

The ghost looked at the soup and then at the meat.

Finally, cut the steaks directly into cubes, pour them into a new casserole with the soup, and put it back on the stove.

It’s not a big problem. He used to eat Yunyun’s cooking often and it wouldn’t kill him.

The magician is very confident in his resistance to poison.

Hattori and Conan on the side were not so confident.

Hattori looked at the ghost who seemed to be planning to put something in the soup, and said:

"How about I treat you to dinner to thank you for saving me today?"

"Hmm? Thanks, but my dinner is almost ready."

What happened just now should have been just an accident.

As a person who originally couldn't cook, but learned cooking skills to feed his younger brother,

Ghost is obviously very confident in his craft.

The little detective quietly sent a message to 'Yun Xianhe', briefly describing what had happened.

On the other side, Yun Xianhe, who was waiting for Zhu Fujingguang to start eating, packed up all the dinner without saying a word after seeing the news, and hurried to the campsite.

Don't eat anything randomly, sir!

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched as Yun Xianhe took away all the food:? ?

Mr. Guang scratched the back of his head, looked at Yun Xianhe running away in a hurry, and said to himself:

“What’s going on?”

Why did you take the food away?

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who couldn't figure it out, decided to follow and see.

[I'll be there soon! Stop him! —'Brave']

The little detective felt relieved after receiving the reply.

He looked at the person who was still studying the pot of soup and moved closer:

"Brother Ghost, come and have dinner with us."

"Thank you for your kindness, little friend. But the ingredients are very precious, and it's not good to waste them."

The magician, who was calculating the time with a stopwatch in his hand, rejected the enthusiastic invitation of the little detective.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be planning to taste something, Conan jumped up and waved his hands anxiously.

The interrupted ghost finally turned his eyes away from the casserole and looked at Conan:

"What's wrong? You want to try it too?"

"……right!"

The young detective gritted his teeth and agreed directly.

Since Brother Xianhe said to stop the other party, there must be a reason.

However, Ghost raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Although I didn't know what the other party wanted to do, I was still generous and served a large bowl of it on the table next to me.

"It's a little hot, just sit here and eat. Do you need a staple food?"

"No, no, thank you, Brother Ghost..."

Conan, who was seated, looked at the big bowl of soup and felt inexplicably scared.

Hattori looked around, half leaned over and whispered in Conan's ear:

"Hey, Conan, what's wrong with this soup?"

What's the problem?

Conan didn't know what was wrong with the soup.

It looks pretty good, except that it's a little blurry.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Hattori raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise:

"Are you really hungry? Why don't you tell me earlier? How about I treat you to dinner later?"

"..."

Under the ghost's curious gaze, Conan took a deep breath and picked up the soup spoon beside him with a fearless attitude (?).

"If I'm still alive after eating, I'll go with you."

Hattori: “???”