Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

Anya obviously had no intention of explaining. She turned her head hard and flicked Conan's face with the end of her hair.

"..."

This guy did it on purpose, just to make fun of himself.

Never mind, I won’t bother with a kid. I’m already a 17-year-old high school student, and Anya is pretty nice most of the time.

For example, he lent Bond to himself as a means of transportation, avoiding the embarrassing situation of being blocked at the door by Kidd's female fans after school.

Thinking of this, he felt much better. Forget it, just forgive her for her little mischief.

"I don't know if this temple offers overnight stays. I really want to stay for a night in this fairyland-like temple." Joel looked at Xia Chuan with emotion, his meaning was very clear.

"Uh......"

There is no time to hide. Experiencing a murder incident will affect your mood for traveling.

Xia Chuan wanted to say something but stopped himself. He couldn't refuse Yoel's pitiful look.

You can't just refuse your girlfriend's request.

otherwise......

Don't you love me anymore?

Did you enter the cold period right after you got together? Ha!

Did the love fade away so quickly?

To be honest, we are not suitable.

The above is purely Xia Chuan’s imagination. I think the gentle and virtuous Joel would not say such a thing.

But it's better to be safe than sorry. Just go and be more careful when the time comes. Let Mao... No, let Conan solve the case as soon as possible.

Conan had no idea that he had been arranged for, and by this time he had come out of Anya's little episode and was trying hard to relax his body and mind.

It is very brain-consuming and stressful to hide behind Uncle Maori and secretly solve the case.

Even a famous detective like him would get tired, so he had to take a good rest at this time to relieve the pressure on his overworked CPU.

They also had lunch on Shannishan. Since it was on the mountain, there were no restaurants or the like, so they could only simply eat the food brought by Uncle Maori.

The group watched for a long time in the afternoon, and it was almost four o'clock before they packed up and prepared to leave.

"Uncle Maori, we just found a beautiful temple at the bottom of the cliff. Do you want to go and see it and experience the feeling of the waterfall?"

Xiachuan looked at Uncle Maori and sighed helplessly, then turned his gaze to Xiaolan.

Uncle Maori...has been 'killed in action', and now Xiaolan is the head of the Maori family.

"Of course, no problem. I saw it too. It is indeed a very ancient and charming mountain temple, but..."

Xiaolan suddenly hesitated, her expression changed, as if she had thought of something horrible:

"Brother Xiachuan, Sister Yueer, there won't be monsters in the temple at night, right?" This kind of drama is often seen on TV. The plot about the old corpse in the mountain village makes Xiaolan very hesitant.

"How is that possible!" Yoel answered seriously, "Legends about demons and ghosts were all made up by ancient people. How could such things exist in the real world? And that's a temple. Even if there are ghosts, they wouldn't dare to approach the temple."

Xiaolan nodded, feeling that what Miss Yuel said made sense.

Xia Chuan stood aside with an indescribable weird expression on his face.

I don’t know what Qingshan thinks about Xiaolan’s fear of ghosts.

Such a top-notch combat force actually has such a weakness.

Look at Kyogoku Makoto, he has no weaknesses at all.

Eh...that's not right.

Suzuki Sonoko might be Kyogoku's weakness.

Uh... now that I think about it, it seems that all the high-end combat forces created by Aoyama have some strange weaknesses.

For example, Koizumi Akako, the heir to Red Magic, could never capture Kid.

For example, Kidd is afraid of fish, Conan’s desire to show off is so strong that he almost exposed himself many times, and Iron Sword’s weakness is... being short.

"It's okay, Xiaolan, Yoel and Anya will accompany you. Even if there are ghosts, they will retreat when they see so many people!" Xia Chuan was very sure.

Not to mention whether there are ghosts or not, even if there are, Yoel’s fighting ability should be no problem, right?

Speaking of which, there are indeed no ghosts in the temple below. It seems that there is only the legend of Mist Tengu, and it is a man-made legend.

Xiaolan finally felt relieved when she heard that Yoel and Anya were sleeping with her.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

Chapter 124: Shanni Temple

As night fell, two cars drove along the forest path.

"Aren't we there yet, father?" Anya stared at the dark and deep forest path ahead, feeling a little scared.

The child's timidity was revealed at this moment, which made Xiachuan feel relieved that his own Anya was still a normal child.

"We should be there soon. The road is a bit winding and it's late at night. We're not familiar with the mountain roads so it's safer to drive slowly."

If it were Xia Chuan himself, he would definitely step on the accelerator at this time, but there was no other way because there was a drunkard in the car who was not yet sober, and he was afraid that driving too fast would induce vomiting.

Don't ask why, it's because Kogoro Mouri had already vomited once before getting on the bus, and he still seemed a little unsatisfied.

Xia Chuan didn't want his car to be stuck with those things, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable even if he took it for cleaning.

"It's all Uncle Maori's fault. He vomited randomly. Fortunately, this is not a tourist attraction, otherwise he would definitely be fined!"

Anya was also very dissatisfied.

Uncle Maori smelled a bit drunk, and if her father hadn't turned on the air conditioner for some fresh air, she would have fainted. She would have asked Aunt Joel to give her a ride.

In fact, she could have opened the window, but Anya was timid and always felt uncomfortable with the cool breeze outside, so she held her breath.

Another ten minutes passed before Xia Chuan finally started to slow down the car and stopped by the side of the road.

"Are we there yet, Father?" Anya was so happy that she yawned and wanted to get out of the car, but she shrank back just as she reached out to open the door a crack.

What a cold and eerie wind.

It was not until Xiachuan got out of the car that Anya followed him out, then hugged his thighs tightly and became a pendant on Xiachuan's legs.

The Mercedes following closely behind also slowly stopped, and the three people got out one after another.

"Are we there yet, Uncle Natsukawa?" Conan looked around for a long time. There were only forests and bushes on both sides, and no sign of a temple.

wrong......

Conan turned his head to look at the car and found some mist on the windows.

He raised his head and took a few deep breaths, then picked up the soil on the ground with his hands and crushed it, then walked to the bushes and touched the leaves.

The air is humid, the mist is thick, the soil is very humid, and there is also some mist on the leaves of the bushes. This situation only occurs near the waterfall.

Conan looked surprised.

I see. Is this how Uncle Natsukawa confirmed that the waterfall is nearby?

It seems that Uncle Xiachuan has a strong reasoning ability. I only discovered this after getting off the car. I didn't expect that Xiachuan, as the driver, discovered these details in the car.

So attentive!

Xiachuan didn't know what Conan was doing, but he didn't disturb him. He waited until he finished all the actions and looked at him with a look of realization before he spoke.

"There's a signpost here, and the temple is behind this bush."

Xia Chuan stepped aside, revealing the wooden road sign behind him.

[Go straight for 200 meters and arrive at Shanni Temple]

The road sign is a bit dark and inconspicuous in this environment. The words on the sign are obviously written with a brush, and the writer's skills are a bit poor, which makes it look out of place and a bit funny.

Some people may think that this crooked font is a personal style.

But Xia Chuan can only say that some are really good, some are really bad, and some so-called calligraphers became famous only because of the emperor's new clothes.

Moreover, the artist's thinking transcends the speed of light, and a vulgar person like him cannot appreciate such beauty.

After pulling up the Maori uncle who had turned into mud, the six men abandoned the car on the side of the road and walked straight into the bushes.

This place is sparsely populated and the roads are very narrow, making it impossible for other cars to pass through.

"Sister Youl, is there really a temple here?" Xiaolan swallowed her saliva. She didn't know when cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She held Youl's arms tightly, as if she would be dragged into the bushes by the monster if she let go.

"Don't worry, listen, that splashing sound is the waterfall, it should be here soon."

Joel held Xiaolan in one hand and Anya in the other, and was completely restrained.

Conan was standing behind with his hands on the back of his head, looking very relaxed and a little speechless.

Xiaolan, you are really hopeless. There are no monsters or ghosts in this world. Magic and Taoism do not exist at all!

Natsukawa carried Kogoro Mori and walked in front.

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and after walking a few dozen steps, the view suddenly opens up.

The sound of rushing water became much louder, and a small stream appeared at my feet. An ancient and old bridge connected the two banks. Walking along the path, I saw a temple hanging high in the world.

There is only one lamp at the gate of the temple, which makes it feel indescribably eerie.

"Bang!~"

The sudden noise startled several people.

Xiaolan's teeth were chattering and her face was as pale as paper.

"A monster, huh?"

"No, it sounds like something colliding." Conan frowned and looked back in the direction he came from.

The sound seemed to come from behind.

"Let's go into the temple quickly?" Xiaolan urged, then pushed Yoel forward.

Conan didn't want to leave the group, and there would obviously be no one else in the forest at this time. The sound just now might be the sound of debris falling due to a landslide.

This situation is very common during the humid and rainy rainy season.

A few people walked along the winding path and came to the entrance of the temple.

The temple is simple and quaint, with three old-fashioned characters "Shan Ni Si" written on the plaque. It would be even better if the solitary lamp above the head was a candle.

Xia Chuan smacked his lips. Shanni Temple was so hidden deep down that they actually used light bulbs.

Look at the doorbell next to the door and the check-in poster posted on the wall.

The style of the century-old temple is not even half as good as before.

Xia Chuan went forward and rang the doorbell, and soon a monk from the temple came out.

"Sir, do you want to be a top-notch person or stay in a hotel?"

The monk was quite young and a little short, and his tone of voice was very much like a waiter in a martial arts novel.

"Stay in the hotel and give me two more plates of beef!" Xia Chuan was extremely hungry, especially since he was carrying a Maori uncle, which was very exhausting.

"Sir, we worship Master Jianzhen here, so unlike other temples, you cannot eat meat." The little monk clasped his hands together and bowed: "Sorry."

Can’t eat meat?

Xia Chuan frowned and nodded: "I wanted to donate tens of thousands more incense money, but I didn't expect that we can't eat meat here, so forget it, let's hurry up and get down the mountain."

This sentence was said very loudly. Xia Chuan remembered that the host here seemed to be quite greedy for money.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were thudding sounds of footsteps behind the little monk, and then an old monk in his sixties or seventies appeared at the gate.

Judging from this speed, it’s not an exaggeration to say he is in his thirties.

"Xiunian, why can't you be flexible at all? Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart. Don't you know that the temple is short of money for repairs now?

If Master Jianzhen knew that we broke the precepts because we were repairing the temple, he would definitely forgive us!"

The old monk spoke in a loud voice, pointed at the nose of the young monk Xiunian and cursed him, then turned to look at the group of six people.

The originally angry expression turned into a smile after turning around: "Dear guests, I am so sorry. Xiunian has just been practicing in the temple for a year, and her thinking is still a little rigid and she doesn't know how to adapt. Please don't take it to heart."

Xia Chuan nodded and said, "It's okay, but about dinner..."

"Don't worry, guests. Dinner is provided. We also have our Shanni Temple's specialty, sakura sake!" The old monk waved his hand and shouted in high spirits, "Xiunian, Kuannian, Muchian, Tunnian! All of you come out to greet the guests!"