So we shouldn't follow the plot.

Qichuan Yuan looked coldly at the equally indifferent boy in the mirror, and the rage in his heart seemed to turn into a physical entity and engulf the entire bathroom.

He is a villain in a girl's comic, who suddenly awakened a few years ago. However, he was controlled by the world consciousness and could not move freely. He was extremely unhappy and finally found a way to exploit a plot loophole and almost killed the hero and heroine. Because of this accident, the world consciousness reached an agreement with him. As long as he can finish the plot obediently, he will be set free.

Qichuan Yuan endured it again and again, watching the male and female protagonists entangled in such a bloody relationship of I love you and you don't love me for several years, just waiting to show up in the end to be criticized by the male and female protagonists. The ending is about to happen tomorrow, and he has moved on to another comic, and it is not known whether he can be controlled or not.

If I had known earlier, I would have shot them. Even if I was punished, it would be better than having no freedom at all.

When he woke up, his appearance hadn't changed, but his whole body had shrunk to the size of a high school student, half a head shorter.

He looked coldly at the black-haired, blue-eyed high school student in the mirror who was still a little childish: ...even more irritable.

He sighed helplessly, turned around and walked into the bedroom to check his information. His ID was relatively complete, but it showed that he was an orphan? Maybe he copied his identity from his original world.

Then he looked at his assets. Good man, all his properties were gone, and his funds were reduced by half. But it was not bad, even if it was only half, it would guarantee his financial freedom for the rest of his life.

The key question now is, where is he?

Everyone around Qichuan Yuan has disappeared. Now he can only go out to buy daily necessities on his own and find out the news here.

This was a completely unfamiliar city, which looked much calmer than the Jiangcheng where he lived. There were birds singing and flowers blooming. Even the sunshine seemed much brighter. There were no frequent screams of terror around him, which made Qichuan Yuan smile unconsciously.

But his good mood didn't last long. A woman's scream broke the silence. "Someone is robbing!"

The people around him looked at him in surprise as if they were used to it. Then they continued their actions without changing their expressions, as if the person involved was not worth their attention.

This is strange.

Qichuan Yuan felt something strange in his heart. Is this the way of this world?

In girls' comics, everyone revolves around the love between the male and female protagonists. What is this world about? Crime?

"Stop!" Just as he was thinking, a dark blue figure on a skateboard flew past him. Qichuan Yuan looked over and found that it was an elementary school student?

At the same time, a long-haired girl followed anxiously, as if she was calling out to the boy in front, "Conan! Be careful!"

What a strange world model, Qichuan Yuan thought indifferently, without looking at it any more, and had no intention of doing anything brave enough to help others.

Of course, Satan, who has done so many evil things, will not suddenly show kindness.

Unfortunately, troubles always come to them. The robber got on a motorcycle from somewhere, made a circle and rushed straight towards them. It seemed that he did it on purpose - perhaps he urgently needed a wounded person to divert the attention of the warriors.

"Get out of the way!" the little boy yelled, but to his despair, the boy seemed to be frightened and didn't move. At the speed of the motorcycle, he would definitely get hurt. Conan closed his eyes and couldn't bear to watch.

What? Conan looked up and saw the skinny handsome boy stepping on the robber's chest expressionlessly, like a devil.

Gen Sugawa kicked the robber down amid the exclamations of passers-by, then walked slowly up to the robber with the bag in both hands and stepped on his chest, as leisurely as an old man taking a stroll in the park.

"Things," he said coldly, kicking the robber.

The robber was just a paper tiger. He was so scared by the look in the boy's eyes that he broke into a cold sweat. He trembled and handed the bag to the boy, "Here it is." "Thank you, big brother!" Conan quickly jumped off the skateboard and ran over. He looked at Qichuan Yuan innocently, "Big brother is so powerful. He kicked this bad guy down with one kick. Is big brother a superman?"

Qichuan Yuan felt his scalp tingling from being called "big brother" in a pretentious manner. He lowered his head and looked into the eyes of the little kid, and saw a pair of rational and alert blue eyes that did not match the real person.

Qichuan Yuan instantly thought of the weak appearance of the heroine in his own world and the great ambition in her eyes - a sense of incongruity.

"..." Conan met the pair of alluring eyes that were as blue as the starry sky. The cold inorganic light and silence in them frightened him into a cold sweat. He felt a sense of crisis that his identity had been seen through. He laughed stiffly twice, and finally heard the man answer in a deliberately gentle tone:

"No, Big Brother is just an ordinary person."

Can ordinary people have such skills? A speeding motorcycle can even crash a small car!

And it's really scary that you say such gentle words with such a blank expression!

Fortunately, the long-haired girl who came over interrupted this suffocating conversation. She squatted down and looked at the little boy, "Conan! Are you okay?"

Conan turned around with a big smile, "It's okay, Xiaolan, it was this big brother who kicked the robber down. Look, I'm not hurt!"

The girl stood up and looked at Qichuan Yuan with gratitude. She was stunned by his outstanding appearance and said, "Thank you very much for your help, classmate!"

Qichuan Yuan shook his head, "You're welcome."

It wasn't intentional to help.

Seeing him turn around and leave, Conan felt anxious. This person must be someone special. He had to get to know him! He ran to Sugawa Gen very lively and said, "Big brother, my name is Edogawa Conan. Thank you for your help!"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then walked up to him and bowed, "Thank you, classmate. My name is Mao Lilan. Can I meet you?"

[The conditions have been met, the restrictions have been lifted, and the plot has been completed. It’s a pleasure to work with you, and I wish Mr. Qichuan a happy life. 】

It was the voice of the world's consciousness. Qichuan Yuan's body paused, his mind became clear, and a sweet and fishy taste came into his throat. Then everything went dark before his eyes, and he lost consciousness. At the end, there were only a few anxious calls.

"Big Brother!" Conan was shocked to see the boy's face suddenly turn pale and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth. He quickly stepped forward to hold up his fallen figure, "Sister Xiaolan, call an ambulance!"

"Okay!" Ran Mouri helped Conan push Gen Sugawa against the motorcycle and dialed the phone very skillfully.

“The police are here!”

Just as the situation was in chaos, passers-by made way to give way to several police officers. After seeing the scene in front of them, the police officers became serious in an instant. One of the curly-haired young men suddenly stared at the boy, widened his eyes in disbelief, and quickly ran to the side of the boy on the ground.

"Source!" The curly-haired young man wiped the blood from the corner of the boy's mouth and hurriedly took out a white pill in a transparent package from his pocket.

"What are you giving him to drink?" Although this was a policeman, Conan still vigilantly stopped his actions.

The curly-haired young man steadied his shaking hands and explained to the boy in a calm tone, "I'm his friend. He can't go to the hospital in his condition. This is a special medicine."

Seeing that the little boy still didn't believe it, he took out his wallet from his chest pocket and opened it, "Look, this is our photo."

Conan took it, and after seeing it clearly, he took a step back to make way for him. The picture showed two black curly-haired boys wearing kimonos. One was the police officer in front of him, and the other was the boy on the ground. In the picture, he also had a light expression, with only a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth. But his slightly curved blue eyes revealed his endless tenderness.

However, Conan turned around in confusion and saw the police officer who was obviously much more mature and the boy who looked no different from the photo. He was overwhelmed by doubts belatedly. Are these two people of the same age?