Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 190 Am I a Substitute?

The soul first felt a pull, and then was thrown into complete darkness.

Zhu Fu Jingguang forced himself to calm down quickly and look around.

He saw the sun thrown into the corner and heard the whispers of others.

"The immortal is also a healer. Using his soul as a trigger will definitely cure the disease."

"Take it alive?"

“It has to be while you’re alive.”

……What's the meaning?

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't understand what they were talking about and always felt like it was some kind of cult ritual.

But he soon understood.

When the young man was dragged away, when the mournful scream like a nightingale rang out, he understood.

Compared to this 'voluntary' sacrifice ceremony, the Black Organization's interrogation room could be described as mild.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked stiffly at what they called "taking souls alive", watching the young man's soul being forcibly imprisoned by a pile of spells.

There was a sudden downpour outside the hospital.

The cold rain water poured into the basement, unable to wash away the bright red stains on the floor.

The man whose smile was as bright as the sun has fallen.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, knowing full well that he was still asleep, turned his head away, unable to bear to watch any further.

Yet he seemed to be trapped in this place.

Listen to the crying of the soul of the sun day and night, and the laughter of the redeemed people in the building.

Others cannot hear the sun's cry, only he can hear it.

"Why was he chosen?"

The silent murmurs of the sun before setting seemed to be asking the murderers present, and those lucky ones who were blessed without knowing the truth.

He asked the sky that had given him heavy rain for three consecutive days.

It seemed like he was asking him.

The dead blue glass bead looked straight at Zhu Fu Jingguang through the gap between the worlds.

...Don't be ridiculous, it's just a dream, right? It's just a dream, right...

Zhu Fujingguang, who was trapped in the hospital, was a little dazed.

He always felt like he was imprisoned here too.

He let those people flatter him and take away his soul power at will.

...why.

You can obviously choose from among the most evil people, right?

The resentment in my heart reached its peak when I saw the hypocritical executor.

Just then, he saw Yun Xianhe coming to the hospital alone.

The other person's clothes were covered in dust and blood, as if he had been through a tough battle.

Zhu Fu Jingguang ran over anxiously, and it was not until his fingers pierced through the other person's arm that he remembered that it was just a dream.

"give me back……"

The hero looked directly at the instigator with his dead eyes, without any intention of negotiating:

"Give him back."

"Hey, what do you mean, brave man? Everything can be discussed. Healer-sama is volunteering."

"He was kidnapped by you."

There seemed to be undried blood on the giant sword that appeared out of thin air.

The hospital director's expression became ugly for a moment after being interrupted, and then quickly returned to normal.

The other party looked at Yun Xianhe helplessly, spread his hands and said:

"Master Brave, you can't slander us like this. This is a place that saves lives and heals the wounded."

"It's a good thing that the healer is willing to protect our hospital. Even if you are sad about his death, you can't..."

"Look, so many people survived because of the selfless dedication of the healer."

"If you ask us to hand over the soul of the healer now, won't that mean the remaining patients will die?"

The crowd who were originally watching the fun suddenly changed their expressions.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing by, frowned as he looked at the dean who was confusing right and wrong, and almost rushed to him and shouted:

[He didn't volunteer! ]

But no one could hear his voice.

All the witnesses stood on the opposite side of the hero, trying to use their superiority to force him to give up the pursuit of the healer's soul and body.

The dean, who was protected by everyone behind him, looked at the silent hero and sneered in his heart.

What’s the use of a leader who can’t speak?

As long as what happened today is recognized by justice, the remaining brave teams will not be able to escape and will eventually become the experimental subjects in their quest for immortality!

"You guys...can't you hear the sun crying?"

The brave man looked indifferently at the people who tried to stop him.

Some of them are commoners, some are prominent adventurers, and some are powerful magicians.

The hospital's sealing and concealment techniques were so advanced that no one could escape their notice.

but,

"Get lost! We don't need heroes to administer justice!"

"We don't need it! We just want to live!"

"There is no more demon king!"

"A dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon. Will he become a demon king?"

"Isn't it said that heroes are the most righteous? Are you going to kill all of us just for a dead person?!"

"That's right!"

The sentiment is indignant.

Some people started to take action while talking.

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched helplessly as the stones hit Yun Xianhe and hit his forehead.

The sharp stones scratched the skin, and blood flowed down, blurring the vision.

However, the brave man standing in place seemed not to feel anything. He just half looked up at the gray sky in the distance, looking at the empty space above.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing nearby, tried to block all the debris for him:

[Stop! What are you doing! It's not you,! ]

Didn't you pray hundreds of years ago for a brave man to save you?

"Don't cry, sun."

The brave man took off his glasses, put them away carefully, and then reached out and pulled out the giant sword standing on the ground beside him.

Seeing Yun Xianhe picking up his weapon, the adventurers felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The timid ones have already started to retreat, but there are still some who are stubborn:

"Y-You can't do this! You're a hero!"

"Yeah, it's okay. You guys said you don't need a hero."

The long sword in his hand shook and easily pierced into the concealing magic that was operating in the void.

Amid everyone's horrified expressions, a series of crackling sounds rang out in the air.

Yun Xianhe looked at everyone expressionlessly, then suddenly curled his lips and chuckled.

"I return this sentence to you."

Rumbling--

The moment the concealing spell was lifted, the cries of the souls trapped above the hospital were revealed under the light of lightning.

The melodious and shrill voice, with the chill of a violent storm, instantly swept through the entire hospital.

Looking at those trembling people, Yun Xianhe showed a sarcastic smile:

"Likewise, the hero doesn't need you."

The demon king of that time had to retreat a little when facing the brave warrior who had just grown up.

And now, how could they possibly withstand the wrath of the brave warriors who had experienced hundreds of years?

It was more like a massacre than a battle.

In my ears was the sun's painful, helpless, hollow cry and Yun Xianhe's slow response.

"I hate you guys! I hate you guys!!"

"Good boy, sun, close your eyes, Ayun will make all the annoying things disappear."

"I'm not going to save any of you!"

“We don’t save them.”

"Die! Die!"

"it is good."

On the ruins strewn with corpses, the brave man stretched out his hands and embraced the almost transparent soul.

"Ayun..."

"I'm here."

"Ayun...it hurts so much..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't be afraid of the sun. I'll take you home now."

"Ayun... I'll still be your friend in the next life."

"…it is good."

The rain washed away the blood and revealed the hero's hair's original white color.

Zhu Fujingguang heard the weak soul say almost pleadingly:

"Kill me, Ayun, and set me free."

What, he asked Xianhe to kill him?! How is that possible!

Rumbling--

In silence and thunder, the brave man raised his sword.

The soul was pulled into a new space.

Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his swollen and aching temples, and when he looked up, he met the eyes of Yun Xianhe who was sitting behind the desk.

The other party's clothes and attire were very different from before, but were very similar to those of the ancient people in the Flower Planting Family.

"Yun Xianhe!"

Someone came up from behind him, slammed the desk with both hands, and looked at Yun Xianhe with anger on his face.

The other party seemed very unwilling to ask:

“Are you so nice to everyone?”

"I only do this to my friends."

"friend?"

Hearing this, the young master half lowered his head and looked at the pair of heterochromatic eyes that were calm without any ripples, as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Friend? Are you talking about me?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I want you not to participate in the hunt the day after tomorrow."

"Why?"

Seeing that Yun Xianhe still had that indifferent expression, he reached out and snatched the brush from the other's hand.

The memorial that was almost finished was stained with large amounts of ink, and was ruined.

Yun Xianhe was not annoyed, but just looked at the person in front of him helplessly:

"Ziqing, you know."

"I don't know! I don't know what's so important about a hunt! I need to trouble you, an injured imperial teacher, to personally take care of it! The prince is full of energy! You are the one with crippled legs!"

The brush made of fine white jade was smashed to pieces.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing by, was startled by the other party's temper, and then subconsciously looked at Yun Xianhe's legs.

Disabled?!

Ziqing looked at his classmate in front of him and pleaded in a softer voice:

"I beg you, can you please consider yourself before considering others?"

The almost identical rhetoric left Zhu Fu Jingguang stunned.

He took a closer look at the man's face, but he felt as if he had seen him before.

"Ziqing, the prince is also our friend."

"…Are you the same to all your friends?"

"Ah."

"Who are you looking at?"

Ziqing looked at Yun Xianhe's frown with a somewhat painful expression.

"Xiao Yun, do you know that every time I get angry, you look at me as if you are a stranger."

When asked this, Yun Xianhe half opened his mouth, wanting to explain something.

However, Ziqing did not give him the chance to fool around as usual:

"Yun Xianhe, tell me."

"Who are you thinking about when you look at me?"

"Do you want to be friends with me, or just treat me as a substitute?"

"Is your kindness to me all because of my face?"