Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 416 I’m Afraid of the Dark

After recovering from his shock, Conan watched Yun Xianhe go to make a phone call and turned to observe the house.

"Brother Xianhe, why do you turn on so many lights?"

"Because I'm afraid of the dark."

“…Huh? Is this true?”

Afraid of the dark? Who???

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe suspiciously, trying to analyze the possibility that the other party was afraid of the dark from his past memories.

The brave man holding the microphone and waiting for the call to be connected turned to look at him with a smile and said without hesitation:

"fake."

"..."

Ha, he knew it.

Conan realized that Yun Xianhe was fooling him and looked at him with his half-moon eyes.

The latter was telling Xiaolan on the other end of the phone that she wanted to keep him here to play tonight.

The young detective looked around the room carefully.

There's nothing particularly noteworthy about it, the only problem is that there are too many lights.

Not only is it dazzling, it even looks a bit burnt.

Conan noticed the brick next to the sofa, hiding his head under the carpet, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

What kind of experiment is Brother Xianhe doing?

"OK, done. Anything you want for a midnight snack?"

"It will be all right."

While having supper, Yun Xianhe also watched a horror movie.

But because the whole room was blindingly bright, the atmosphere was a little lacking.

The brave man handed Banzhuan a large piece of barbecue and complained while watching the movie:

"How come this ghost can't pass through the wall? Can today's security doors protect against ghosts?"

"Hiding a body under someone else's bed... Let's not talk about the smell. Is there no one in this house who cleans the room?"

"My goodness, this BT comes to see corpses every night, but never even looks at a living person?"

"If we kill them all together, wouldn't that give him one more thing to look at? Could it be that the protagonist's appearance doesn't suit his taste?"

Conan, who was standing by, twitched his eyes when he heard this.

I don't think it's scary at all.

After having a 'peaceful' midnight snack, it was time to go to bed.

Conan was silent for a while as he watched Yun Xianhe take out a quilt and prepare to sleep on the floor with him in the study.

"Brother Xianhe, why do we...have to sleep on the floor?"

And why did they sleep in the study? ? Or were they sleeping together?

"Because one bed can't accommodate two people."

"??"

Hearing this, Conan looked at Yun Xianhe with a puzzled look in his head:

"Where's the guest room?"

"It's not cleaned up. It's all dusty inside."

Looking at Yun Xianhe who had already spread out the quilt, Conan said:

"Brother Xianhe, I can sleep on the floor by myself, you should go back to your room and rest."

"I'm afraid of the dark alone."

"..."

Conan looked at the person sitting on the quilt in silence. He really couldn't understand what the other person wanted to do.

mischief?

Facing someone who said nothing but smiled at him, Conan sighed as if in compromise:

"Row."

After washing up, I changed into pajamas and lay down in bed.

Conan looked at the light above his head and wanted Yun Xianhe to turn it off.

When the words came to his lips, he remembered what the other person said, "afraid of the dark."

As he thought about it, Conan swallowed his words.

He glanced at Yun Xianhe who was lying in bed on the other side, and huddled himself into the quilt to block the light above his head:

"Good night, Brother Xianhe."

"Good night."

Conan had a nightmare.

He first dreamed that Gin came to the Maori Detective Agency and found him, and then he asked Vodka to shoot and kill Xiaolan in front of him.

In a blink of an eye, he appeared in the dream training ground again, learning fighting day after day.

When he thought the course was over,

The coach simply picked him up with one hand and threw him into the jungle.

Just when the little detective who fell into the bushes thought this was a new lesson,

Suddenly, two vines came down from the tree next to him and tightly strangled his neck.

Conan, who was hung up, struggled hard.

However, the two vines became tighter and tighter.

Just when he felt he was about to be strangled to death, he suddenly struggled out of the dream.

Conan, who had just opened his eyes, was dazzled by the light above his head.

He quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart.

After taking a long break, he let out a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just a dream...

Wait a moment,

Conan felt a little short of breath and was a little concerned about the lighting.

He carefully opened his eyes a little and immediately saw the arm draped over his chest.

…I seemed to understand what the dream just now was about.

There was the sound of someone's shallow breathing overhead.

Conan glanced at it cautiously.

After seeing Yun Xianhe lying on his side with his whole body in his arms, he understood everything in the nightmare.

Sure enough...the scent of grass and trees in the primeval forest belongs to Brother Xianhe.

By the way, is Brother Xianhe’s sleeping posture so bad?

The other person's breathing was long and deep, obviously he was still sleeping.

Conan tiptoed and placed his hand on Yun Xianhe's arm, preparing to move his arm away.

Just as he was about to make a move, the person next to him moved.

The arm that was draped over him tightened again.

Conan could feel the other person pressing his chin against the top of his head, rubbing it unconsciously.

Even the whole person curled up a little.

asphyxia,!

Brother Xianhe, is he treating him as a pillow? !

Just as Conan was about to struggle to break free from the opponent's restraints,

I heard a soft "Hmm?" from the other person's nose above my head.

Then came a long yawn.

The boy was obviously not awake, but his movements were decisive.

Conan watched as the other person reached out and pulled the blanket over him, patting him as he went:

"Be good every day..."

The slightly hoarse voice had a strong nasal tone.

It was obvious that the person who was not awake yet fell asleep again after saying this in a daze.

Conan paused when he realized that he was being mistaken for someone else.

He remembered that "Tiantian" was Brother Xianhe's younger brother.

[“I’m afraid of the dark when I’m alone.”]

Listening to the breathing above his head becoming regular again, the little detective sighed.

Forget it, it’s not impossible to let the other person hug you for a while.

By the way, is Brother Xianhe really afraid of the dark?

Perhaps it was too warm, or perhaps the aura emanating from the cornerstone was too gentle.

Conan, who was lost in thought, fell asleep again soon after.

I slept for the whole morning.

When I opened my eyes again, the overhead light had been turned off.

The sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains shone onto the neatly made bedding next to it.

Following the beam of light, you can see the dust suspended in the air.

Conan, who had not yet regained consciousness, reached out to touch the watch next to the pillow and took a look:

"Nine twenty-seven...Nine twenty-seven?!"

The little detective saw what time it was and sat up suddenly, all the sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

He has to go to school today!

Click,

"Are you awake? Just something for breakfast?"

"Brother Xianhe, why didn't you wake me up?!"

The brave man holding the bun in his hand looked at Conan who hurriedly got up to change his clothes and blinked:

"I saw you were sleeping well, so I didn't call you."

Looking at Conan with his pajamas stuck on his head, Yun Xianhe couldn't help but laugh, and walked over to unbutton his collar.

"I've already asked for leave for you, don't worry. It doesn't matter whether you go to those classes or not, right?"