Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 597: Stingy

"Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."

Ireland, who felt inexplicably disliked, said: "?"

[What kind of dumplings do you want to eat? How about the meat of the mimi beast from the last world? ]

While sorting out the world lines, 113, who was listening to his host doing a mission, suddenly spoke.

Yun Xianhe's eyes brightened a little when asked.

"Okay, I also want the sour cloud drink from that world. Oh, and another serving of crunchy fruit shells! As for the currency, I remember it's in cabinet 4831 in the warehouse. Little Wood, buy whatever you want to eat yourself."

[Okay, big boss! I'll place the order now, and you can eat it when you get home later! ]

'Not urgent. '

It shouldn't be that easy for him to see it.

Yun Xianhe here is discussing a bunch of food with his own system.

But from Ireland's point of view, Yun Xianhe was looking out the window and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something happy.

It should be said that the other party is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the way he smiles is much better than the half-dead look just now, but...

"President Yun, for your own good, I hope you won't do anything tricky."

"Ah, okay, okay."

Perfunctory, emotionless perfunctory.

The veins in Ireland's forehead throbbed at this.

There was the sound of helicopter propellers outside the window.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head slightly to look outside, his tone seemed to be full of emotion:

"Finally here."

For some reason, Ireland felt that the other party seemed a little impatient?

Illusion...

Or did the other party accidentally get the plan of their organization from some channel and become interested in it?

Ireland didn't think much about it and led Yun Xianhe from the door to the terrace where they could get on the helicopter.

Curacao, who was flying the helicopter, was stunned for a moment when he saw the boy following Ireland on the monitor.

She quickly dialed the boss's number:

"My Lord, Ireland has captured the target man."

"Who?"

"Ireland caught Yun Xianhe."

On the screen,

Yun Xianhe, who was forced to follow the big guy Ireland, had an expressionless face, pale complexion and tired eyes.

It seemed that because of the rain and wind, the other person's shoulders were shaking slightly.

Her colorless lips were slightly pursed and her chin was slightly raised.

Even though he was caught, his temperament did not suffer any loss.

Kiel, who was sitting in the passenger seat, frowned, and it was hard to tell whether his expression was good or bad.

However, Chianti, who was sitting in the back, whistled when he saw Yun Xianhe.

"Wow, the photo in the profile looks a little different from the real thing."

The information they obtained was printed with the photos of Yun Xianhe that they had secretly taken.

The young man standing under the shade of the tree looked up at the sky with a faint smile, gentle and harmless, yet also lacking a bit of reality.

The person handcuffed by Ireland at this moment looked more like an angel fallen into the mortal world, fragile and proud.

The boss on the other end of the phone thought for a moment:

"Bring them all back."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Curacao hung up the phone, asked Chianti to put away the gun, and then called Ireland:

"Take the man to the rooftop."

With Ireland's skills, he will definitely be able to get on the plane smoothly.

But the same cannot be said for the other one whose hands he had locked.

"By the way, did you get the stuff?"

"Ah."

I don't have much to say about Ireland and Curacao.

He showed the other party the memory card in his pocket, then hung up the phone and pulled Yun Xianhe to the top of the Neon Tower.

Yun Xianhe, who was following behind, cooperated very well and didn't even show any sign of resistance.

Ireland felt puzzled and looked back from time to time.

I always feel like something is wrong.

How come he became so weak in the blink of an eye?

Although the information said that Yun Xianhe was in poor health, even if he knew some flower-growing skills, he would not pose a threat to them.

But it went so smoothly...

"If you keep looking, you'll miss a step and fall downstairs."

Ireland, who suddenly heard the prompt, stopped in his tracks.

Yun Xianhe pulled it back and sighed helplessly:

"Do you think I can escape from you?"

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe pulled the handcuffs on their hands again.

The clanking sound of metal gives people a very reassuring illusion.

Yun Xianhe spread his hands and said half-jokingly:

"I can't possibly twist this thing off with my bare hands, can I?"

Hearing this, Ireland curled his lips:

"It really can't."

"Hurry up and get on the plane. It's so cold here."

Seeing Yun Xianhe raise his hand and rub his arms, Ireland looked at the other's face again.

Seeing the slight impatience and irritation between the other party's eyebrows, Ireland snorted and laughed:

"Row."

He is indeed a spoiled sickly kid.

Another 10 minutes wasted.

Yun Xianhe, who finally got on the plane, couldn't help sneezing when he was enveloped by the warmth.

Chianti, who was sitting on the other side, leaned forward, looked past Cohen who was sandwiched between him and Yun Xianhe, and said:

"Young Master, would you like a blanket?"

The bad sister has the intention of teasing.

She had rarely seen anything so fragile and beautiful.

The key point is that the other party doesn't seem to be afraid at all even though he is surrounded by this group of dangerous people.

Interesting, really interesting.

The man who was called "young master" happened to raise his hand to take off his glasses and wanted to wipe the water droplets on the lenses with the corner of his clothes.

After hearing the voice, he looked up at Chianti, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and pulled out a faint smile:

"The butterflies in the corners of your eyes are beautiful."

No answer.

Chianti was in a good mood after hearing the compliment.

Cohen, who was sitting between them, had a sullen face. He turned around and glared at Yun Xianhe fiercely:

"Be honest."

This made Chianti unhappy.

She poked her partner's arm and whispered:

"After all, he is your guest. Don't scare him."

Scared?

Ireland looked at the man who was still trying to clean his glasses and felt that the word didn't seem to fit him.

Hey, that's weird.

It looked like he might die of a heart attack at any moment, so why did he think the other person was so brave?

Just as Ireland was thinking about this and that, the man who was wiping his glasses next to him yawned loudly.

The arm in the middle was pulled.

Before Ireland could react, he was forced to follow Yun Xianhe's actions and raise his hand.

Yun Xianhe, who was about to cross his chest, took a look at the arm he was holding up and made a sound of annoyance.

He turned to look at Ireland and said slowly:

"Can you please untie me for a moment? I'm sleepy."

If you eat too much of things that stabilize your soul level, you will become lazy.

The people who had just shown off to the whole table just wanted to sleep now and didn't intend to care about Ireland's life or death at all.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Yun Xianhe clicked his tongue again.

He put his handcuffed arm back between the two of them, then reached out and snatched the newly-taken coat from Ireland's hand and draped it over his legs.

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep in one second.

Ireland lost his coat and was once again disliked: "???"

He looked at Yun Xianhe, then looked at the coat that was covering his legs, and reached out to grab it back.

When Yun Xianhe opened his eyes, he heard the other party hum softly.

The hero felt his knees were a little cold, smacked his lips, and muttered softly:

"Stingy."