Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 247 The Poor Murderer

The process of taking the masked man away was very smooth.

Probably because the operator took into consideration the fact that Yun Xianhe could not speak, there were police officers who could sign language.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe's hand was injured and it was inconvenient for him to move, the other party helped him to fish the phone out of the pool.

Let us thank the kind police officer.

There was nothing wrong with the small ceramic lanyard, but water flowed out of it when I picked up the phone.

Yun Xianhe opened it and took a look.

Very good, it should be usable after drying... probably.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe took off the lanyard, placed the disassembled phone on the stone steps next to the fountain, and looked up at the sky.

The weather is pretty good today, so it should be dry before the sun goes down.

It’s a pity that his connect-the-dots game was lost, he could have completed the game in no time!

The bored hero sat on the new bench, looking down and fiddling with the knot of gauze in his hand.

I don’t know where Zhu Fu Jingguang ran off to, and he hasn’t come back yet.

A pigeon landed next to the fountain and tilted its head to look at the human in front of it.

The other person has a very comfortable scent, and the pigeon said it likes it very much!

Yun Xianhe turned his head to look at it, then skillfully took out a handful of millet from his pocket.

Seeing that the little pigeon was eating happily, Yun Xianhe thought for a moment and bought a special multi-grain cake from the system mall, hollowed out the middle, and put it around the pigeon's neck.

Pigeon:??

The pigeon suddenly felt that it was "surrounded" by food, looked around, tilted its head to look at the donut-like thing on its neck for a while, lowered its head and took a bite.

Delicious! (?▽?)

"Coo! (What is this? What is this?)"

"(There's food on its neck!)"

A few pigeons came closer to the bench and tilted their heads to look at the maverick pigeon.

Pigeon No. 1 puffed out his chest, walked around proudly, flapped his wings and flew to the bench and stood next to Yun Xianhe:

“(He gave it to me! It’s so delicious!)”

"Goo-Goo! (I want it too!)"

As if he could see the pigeons' emotions, the brave man simply bought a whole box of multi-grain biscuits from the system mall, hollowed them out one by one and put them around their necks.

This thing is a pigeon snack sold on a small planet. It is both beautiful and fun.

As for the taste, you can tell by looking at the pigeons eating with great concentration.

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The gray ones stand together with the gray ones, the white ones stand together with the white ones, and they disappear!

The well-fed pigeon let Yun Xianhe play with it, lying flat on the bench with its legs spread out.

After playing for a while, Yun Xianhe went to put the dried mobile phone together.

The phone powered on briefly, and then made a subtle sound of electricity, followed by a crackling sound and a small puff of black smoke.

Witnessed the destruction of the mobile phone with a group of pigeons,

Yun Xianhe, who had expected this, sighed and threw it into the trash can in the system space.

Go buy one later.

Ah? Why not buy it in the system mall?

Points are very expensive, and I don’t need the phone urgently, so wouldn’t it be better to use the remaining points to buy pigeon food?

I played pigeon connect for a while.

The brave man simply cleaned up the food scraps dropped by the pigeons near the bench, prepared a plate of grain for the new pigeons, and leaned back on the bench while holding a well-fed pigeon.

The orange-red sky above gradually turned into blue-purple, indicating that night was approaching.

He hasn’t come back yet... Could Mr. Guang be lost?

Yun Xianhe was sitting on the bench, thinking aimlessly. He closed his eyes and dozed off amid the faint gurgling sounds and the breeze shaking the leaves.

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was passing by and preparing to go home, accidentally saw such a scene.

In the deserted square, a white-haired boy sat on a bench with his head tilted.

Flocks of pigeons gathered around each other, as if guarding their gods.

The tailor-made shirt is clean and tidy, and he maintains a good sitting posture even when he is asleep. The family should be fine.

His pale face, light-colored lips, and bandages on his hands indicated that he was a patient.

Moreover, he looked very similar to the person who called the police as described by those guys in the office.

Staying here alone?

Maybe he was waiting for someone, but it seemed that he never showed up.

Like an abandoned domestic cat.

The evening breeze suddenly blew, and the dozing boy seemed to feel the cold in his sleep and shrank his neck slightly.

Seeing this, Zhu Fu Gaoming frowned slightly.

It's already late. I'll catch a cold if I sleep here. Besides, things aren't peaceful around here lately.

The police officer, full of justice, was ready to wake up the defenseless child who was sleeping outside.

The footsteps first woke up the surrounding pigeons. Amid the crisp sound of wings cutting through the air, the brave man opened his eyes and looked at the person who came with a little confusion.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, had slightly long but well-groomed hair, and his face was not clearly visible.

The way you walk and the range of your arm swings...

It's not Mr. Guang...

Seeing Yun Xianhe wake up, Zhu Fu Gaoming stopped in front of him and reminded him slowly:

"It's getting late. You'll catch a cold if you sleep here."

It was a gentle and steady voice. Did you meet a kind person?

The brave man who received the care smiled politely at the other party and said thank you silently.

Zhuge Gaoming, who instantly guessed that Yun Xianhe might be unable to speak, said something rude.

"Are you lost?"

Seeing that Yun Xianhe had no intention of leaving, Zhu Fu Gaoming made a little guess.

The hero, who was not lost but merely strayed, waved his hand, fumbled out of his pocket and took out a small notebook, wrote a line and handed it over:

[I'm waiting for someone. He said he would come back to find me. Thank you for your concern.]

The words are very polite and distant, and you can see that the author is very wary of people he doesn't know.

In addition to what happened in the afternoon, we can also know that the other party is very smart and has a certain level of martial arts skills.

Zhu Fu Gaoming had a brief understanding of the person in front of him.

Slightly messy footsteps came from a distance, and Yun Xianhe looked up.

Judging from the attire, it's neither Mr. Guang nor Chocolate and the others.

Alas...Mr. Guang, when will you come back? The hero is almost starving to death.

Wait, that's not right. Is that blood?

The murderer, who had been on the run for a whole day, had messy hair and clothes and looked crazy.

Those wide-open eyes were bloodshot from not sleeping all night, and the expression looked extremely frightened, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who noticed that there were some problems with the visitor, stood calmly in front of Yun Xianhe.

Because he couldn't see the face clearly, the hero who was sorting out the information of the "visitor" through other means was slightly stunned when his vision was blocked.

He once again looked at the gentleman in a suit standing in front of him.

His eyes moved down to the other person's palm, and he instantly guessed his identity.

It turned out to be a kind police officer.

"I didn't mean to do that... I didn't mean to do that... What should I do, what should I do..."

The guy who thought he was acting in self-defense but accidentally killed someone spoke incoherently.

The car keys in his pocket and the blood-stained dagger collided with each other, making a rattling sound as he stumbled.

Yun Xianhe reached out and pulled Zhu Fugaoming, pulling him directly to sit on the bench. Then he took out a baseball cap from behind to cover Zhu Fugaoming's face.

While the other person was in a daze, Yun Xianhe put his arm around his shoulders and forced him to lower his head and pretend to be asleep.

"??"

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was being embraced, became stiff all over.

Just as he was about to ask, Yun Xianhe tilted his head slightly towards him and gestured to keep quiet.

The murderer, who was obviously mentally ill, glanced in the direction of the fountain and saw the two motionless people at a glance.

The footsteps stopped.

The sky darkened and the street lights suddenly lit up.

The murderer, frightened by the light, trembled all over, looking at Yun Xianhe and Zhu Fugaoming intently.

Seeing that they didn't move at all, the murderer's eyelids twitched nervously.

The next moment, he subconsciously covered his mouth with both hands, held his breath, turned his head away, and kept shouting in his heart:

They didn't see him... they didn't see him, they didn't see him!!

We must leave before they find us...Run, run!!

He is not wrong, he must not get caught!

The footsteps started with the sound of soles scraping against each other and then quickened into a hurried pace.

Yun Xianhe, who was pretending to be asleep, let go of Zhu Fu Gaoming's hand and looked up at the person who was staggering towards the other side of the street.

This must be the murderer.

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was released, obviously also noticed the other party's abnormality.

Just as he took out his cell phone to call for reinforcements, the person next to him moved.

Yun Xianhe weighed the scrapped cell phone in his hand, aimed at the back of the man's head, and threw the phone out with the action of throwing a softball.

The high-speed mobile phone even made a sound of breaking through the air.

The murderer who always felt that there was a great danger approaching from behind suddenly turned around!

Boom!

The phone hit him right between the eyebrows and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

The poor murderer didn't even have time to utter a scream before he fell into a peaceful sleep.