Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Pontocho, Kyoto.

This is definitely one of the busiest streets in Kyoto.

Bars, teahouses, restaurants, izakayas... This hundreds-meter-long classical and prosperous street is filled with all kinds of small shops. While walking on it, you can hear some classical music and laughter from time to time.

"This must be the famous red-light district." Lin Feng looked at a local.

"Hehe, hehe..."

Okita scratched his head and said nothing.

There are quite a lot of geishas...

"Sakura House, this is the right place, right?"

Everyone was standing at the door of a teahouse with lanterns hanging on it, and Xiaolan asked Sonoko and Kazuha.

"Yes, this is the place the host told us." He Ye nodded.

"Come in, I hear someone singing a little tune inside." Lin Feng pushed the door and went in.

What's there to be afraid of when it comes to spending money!
Suzuki Meatball has plenty of money!
After entering the teahouse, we asked the aunt in kimono about the whereabouts of the famous Kogoro Mori. Then we went up to the second floor and stood at the door of the room.

"oyixi~~~~"

Someone is playing and singing in the house...

"Ms. Chiga Ling is the best in Japan!"

After the song was finished, Uncle Maori could be heard leading the shouting, and applause broke out in the house.

Xiaolan took a deep breath and then suddenly opened the door.

A geisha is pouring wine for Uncle Maori...

"It feels like being in heaven!" Uncle Maori didn't notice that the door was opened and smiled like a flower.

"Then you'll stay here forever!" Xiaolan said, pinching her waist.

No one else in the room reacted, except for himself, the father, who said such words with a lewd look.

"You will starve to death if you stay here." Lin Feng had already sat cross-legged on an empty seat next to the table. He took a look at the things on the table and said.

These so-called high-end places are the best at fooling people. A few slices of radish are considered a dish, and there is nothing decent at all.

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

A large group of people walked into the house behind Lin Feng and his friends and greeted them.

Of course, they would not complain about Uncle Maori like Xiaolan, his biological daughter, and Lin Feng, his "disciple".

"..."

"Why are you here???" Uncle Maori put down his wine glass and looked at everyone speechlessly.

The black guy from Osaka is here too. Who are the other two guys wearing one black and one white and holding wooden swords? ? ?

"The host told us." Sonoko chuckled.

The uncle was caught red-handed!

"So that's how it is. Please take a seat, everyone!" said monk Long Yuan from Shanneng Temple with a smile. It seemed that he was the initiator of this banquet.

Everyone took their seats, and Lin Feng was already chatting with a geisha named Qian He Ling.

"How long will it take you to put on this makeup?"

"Will you be sticky after sweating?" the repairman asked the woman with a head full of flour.

"Hmm..." Qian Heling blinked.

The other party's curiosity didn't seem fake.

But who would ask such a question...

"I remember seeing you in Miyagawa-cho?" Hattori looked at Chiga Ling and asked curiously. "Yes, thank you very much last time." Chiga Ling bowed slightly and said with a smile.

Great, no need to answer the previous question.

"Heiji, do you know each other?" Kazuha looked at the beautiful geisha and asked.

"We've only met once." Heiji nodded.

While everyone was chatting, Uncle Maori next to them was already holding his head and starting to have a headache.

Really, the good atmosphere was ruined by these guys!

Especially this kid Lin Feng, his face is not covered with flour, how could the situation you described happen!

In addition to Uncle Maori and the monk Ryuen, there were also the three people I met at Sannoji Temple yesterday.

Although there was only Chiga Ling pouring wine, it was quite harmonious. . .

"Really, Dad, you start to mess around when I'm not paying attention." Xiaolan whispered to her confused father.

The most important thing now is the commission from Shanneng Temple. The deadline is about to expire. Once the grand ceremony is held the day after tomorrow, if we cannot find Medicine Buddha, who knows what kind of trouble will arise.

"Xiao Lan, please don't blame your father anymore. After all, it was us who took the initiative to invite him here this time." Long Yuan sat aside and tried to smooth things over.

"That's right, we would like to ask the famous detective how he reasoned about the case of Hotaru Genji!" said Sakura Masazo, the shrewd antique dealer whom we met yesterday.

"I heard that every member of Genji Hotaru has a copy of Yoshitsune in their hands, right?" Onimaru looked around at everyone and asked.

We actually went to a place like this to drink, and there wasn't any tense atmosphere at all.

"I have one in my hand, too. It's a really good book."

"Right, the one selling used books?" Sakura Masao looked at the man wearing round-frame glasses next to him.

"Yes, but I don't like that book very much. Although the title is Yoshitsune Ki, it is actually a book about Benkei."

Mr. Nishijo Taikawa, who runs a used bookstore, nodded first, then smiled and expressed his opinion.

"I really like that book, especially Benkei of Ataka." said Harutaro Mizuo, the young master of the elegant Noh Mizuo school.

"What does 'Antaka' mean?" Sonoko asked curiously.

"One of the titles of a Noh play. In order to avoid being hunted down by Asahira's men, Yoshitsune and his retainers disguised themselves as ascetic monks, intending to use this method to pass through the Ataka checkpoint."

"When Yoshitsune's disguise was about to be seen through, Benkei suddenly took out the diamond stick and hit Yoshitsune hard."

"This is to deceive the guards at the pass."

"Who could have imagined that a retainer would dare to hit the lord?"

"Later, Yoshitsune and his party passed the checkpoint smoothly, and Benkei cried and apologized to Yoshitsune. Instead of blaming him, Yoshitsune praised Benkei for his quick response, which shows the deep affection between them."

Mizuo Harutarou slowly told everyone a little story, which was quite interesting.

"In other words, this Yoshitsune Ki is actually all stories praising Benkei, right?" Lin Feng asked, resting his chin on his hand.

It seems a bit inconsistent with the title of the book.

"It can't be completely understood in this way. Stories like this are actually praising Yoshitsune's broad-mindedness." Mizuo Harutaro said, shaking his head slightly.

We can't generalize; we have to look at everything from several perspectives.

"Oh!"

"This book sounds interesting." Okita, who had been silent for a while, spoke up unwillingly.

He also followed Lin Feng's example and chatted with the beautiful geisha, but the other party didn't seem to want to pay attention to him.

These were all questions from Lin Feng who asked the questions first!

"Do you really understand???" Hattori couldn't help but look speechless.

You didn't even listen to a few words, did you?
He was just busy talking to women.

"Of course, this book is well written!" Okita nodded, but he refused to say what was good about it. (End of this chapter)