The world is restarting

"You mean, the prisoner kidnapped two little girls and went to the Five-Fang Pagoda overnight, hoping to reproduce the legend of the Five-Fang Pagoda?"

The police officer in Nagasaki County opened his mouth and looked at Mori Kogoro in front of him, wondering which one of them had a brain problem.

That's just a legend!Even if there is an ambiguous photo as an example, so many years have passed, who knows if it is not far-fetched by later generations?

He felt that as long as he was a primate with a high IQ, he would not take the legend seriously and try it himself.

And if you try it, try it, take your girlfriend to visit the scenic spot late at night, and at most you will be convicted of a crime of endangering public safety. Why do you kidnap two children when you are free?Be a light bulb? !

Mori Kogoro scratched his head and laughed dryly, and sprayed ten thousand times on the big disciple who swore to come to this conclusion in his heart.

"Okay..." Although I didn't believe it 12 times in my heart, but seeing the reputation of the famous detective Mori Kogoro, the police officer hesitated for a moment, and ordered a few people on the spot, "You guys, go to the direction of Wufang Tower to have a look Bar."

The top floor of the five-party tower.

Sawada Ya leaned against the wall, eyes drooping, feeling a little weak.

In the back-and-forth conversations of several people, she showed no sense of existence, like a doll that was manipulated by others.

Of course there is a reason.

This reason was burning in her body, causing her to withdraw [-]% of her attention to the outside world.

She didn't care much about what the man who brought him here was going to do, there were too many layers of protection around her, and there were too few things in this world that could really hurt her.

But after she came back from Soul Soul Realm, Qingming said to her, "Ji Jun, you have to be careful now, don't let yourself hurt yourself."

I was handsome for 3 minutes in the morning!

Little Lolita thought angrily, why did her spiritual power start to boil just like that?Is its boiling point too low? !

She didn't hear clearly what the man was saying. When her mind was in a daze, she suddenly felt a hand pressed against her, sending a bit of coolness to her feverish brain.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and met a pair of azure blue eyes, filled with light like a pool of water, and worried about her calmly at the bottom of the water.

"Conan?" she asked in a daze.

"Do you have a fever?" The black-haired boy frowned.

On the other end, as soon as Conan finished speaking, Keito Matsuo was provoked and immediately retorted, "Impossible! I checked the relevant information and found the source of the photo. The lady in the story is a real person! I also found a picture of her..."

He tremblingly touched the phone on his body, and just lowered his head, a piece of paper flew towards him like a feather carrying the wind, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it.

The piece of paper seemed to be torn from a tourist brochure, and the clear voice of the black-haired child sounded a few steps away, he reached out to help the little girl who was leaning over softly, without even looking at him, "Look carefully at that This photo, you all think it is the image left by the lady in the story when she got married, right?"

Keito Matsuo: "...Yes."

He also believed in the truth of the story because of this.

"Didn't you notice? The 'bride' in the photo is wearing a 'Bai Wugou', but she doesn't wear a white cotton hat or a horn at all."

Keito Matsuo was taken aback, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the head of the woman in white.

"Although we now see that white cotton hats and horns are only used to hide the bride's appearance, or to hope that the bride will put away the edges and corners in her husband's house, expressing her hope for the bride's virtuousness. But in the early days, their meaning was not like this .”

"People in the past believed that women's long hair had spiritual bodies. If they were jealous, they would grow horns on their heads and form ghosts. There is such a plot in "The Tale of Genji". , killed Genji's lover Xiyan. So wearing a white cotton hat and Kakukakushi to cover her hair is to pray for the evil spirits and avoid evil, and the married bride does not mean to bring spiritual power and disasters to her husband's house. There is such an important Meaning, it was impossible to ignore at a wedding back then."

Keito Matsuo, who was originally a monk, would only know this meaning better than Conan, but he never thought about it in this direction, so he ignored this detail instead.Hearing this at this moment, the man seemed to have been hit by something, and the hand holding the photo trembled.

"In addition, although it is a black and white photo, it can still be judged from the purity of the color. In the corner of the photo, there are two women wearing clothes of the same color as the bride. However, this situation cannot occur at a wedding. This is the color of the clothes. Taboo, when the bride wears white, which represents purity, the guests who come to watch the ceremony are not allowed to wear white dresses, so as not to take away the bride's demeanor."

Conan finally turned around, facing the man at the altar.He kept little loli behind him, and said calmly, "So, the scene recorded in that photo is not a wedding, but a funeral."

It was as if something shattered in the void, and the clear and clear boy's voice rang out, smashing the frenzied atmosphere in the room 5 minutes ago.

Ri Qingshui sat on the ground with the legs of the table, looked at him with some helplessness, and then at the man who was silent like a statue.

In her bewildered gaze, the man's hand holding the photo had bulging veins, and the trembling was getting bigger and bigger, and then he finally raised his head, growling in a struggling expression.

"Even if this is the case, maybe it's just that the posterity made a mistake, or that young lady died shortly after she got married, but that doesn't prove..."

Conan: "What if the ancient clock in the Five-Fang Pagoda didn't come from Daocheng Temple at all?"

Keito Matsuo froze suddenly, "...what did you say?"

"The time when Daocheng Temple was abandoned was the 11th year of Kanei."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden steps came along the stairs, Keito Matsuo turned his head mechanically, and a tall and slender figure illuminated by the flickering candle came into his eyes step by step.

Hearing her brother's voice, Sawada Ya subconsciously turned her head to look for it.Conan beside her was slightly relieved the moment he saw that person, this guy finally came.

"Kan Yongnian's shogun was Tokugawa Iemitsu. During his reign, Japan once had the largest peasant uprising in the Edo period-the Shimabara Rebellion."

Toru Amuro walked over slowly, glanced at the cousin's position, and saw that little Lolita was being supported by Conan to stand firm, except that she was not in a good mood, and there was no sign of injury.The frozen coldness in the young man's eyes was slightly absorbed, and he finally turned his gaze to the person in front of him.

"The outbreak of the Shimabara Rebellion happened during the period from the 11th year of Kuan'ei to the 15th year of Kuan'ei. Most of the participants were Christians. During that period, natural disasters occurred frequently in the Shimabara and Amakusa areas. Years of wars and chaos, starvation and death in the wild, and the people's livelihood is in dire straits."

"The location we are in now is the original castle. It is not only the place where the uprising broke out, but the forces that occupied the city at that time were the Christians led by Amakusa Shiro. There was a cross on the city, and the top of the city gate fluttered all the year round. The banner of the icon of Christ. Do you think that under such circumstances, someone would travel thousands of miles across the war-torn area to bring back a Buddhist bell from Wakayama, where Dojoji Temple is located?"

of course not.

Although in the mouths of some critics, history is a little girl who can be dressed up.However, the credibility of this kind of official history involving large-scale wars is still very high.In contrast, the cultural history that tourist attractions present to attract customers is more like a gorgeous girl who is pushed to the front of the stage after being peeled and boned. At first glance, no one can tell the authenticity of that face. .

For example, the Buddhist bell of the Five-Fang Pagoda is a far-fetched addition by later generations in order to increase its value.

The paper containing the black and white photos fluttered to the ground, and Keito Matsuo turned his head to look at the ancient clock above the altar in a daze.

It is still standing steadily in the candlelight, the Buddha statue on the clock face lowers its eyes and casts a benevolent gaze. The various origins that the world has placed on it are like uninvited dust on the top of the clock. After shaking off lightly, it is still It, will not have any changes.

"No...it won't..." The man shook his head stiffly and muttered in a low voice, "...it's not like this...it's not like this!"

The world once said that you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

Everyone is only willing to believe what they want to believe, even if the evidence is in front of them, they still want to pretend that they are blind and foolish.

Both Conan and Toru Amuro are no strangers to Keito Matsuo's state of being about to go mad with broken hopes, and subconsciously raised his vigilance.

Sure enough, the next second, the man snapped off the prayer beads on his wrist.A golden light floated up from his body, and quickly spread around, while he himself jumped up and rushed towards the clear water of the sun.

Conan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the cover of the anesthesia watch on his wrist popped up with a "click", but before he could take aim, the people beside him rushed out like an arrow from the string.

He watched the mysterious golden light bounce on Toru Amuro, and then... nothing happened.

The blond young man seemed to pass through a tulle, and the golden light swaying like water ripples did not hinder him at all. He came to Keito Matsuo in the blink of an eye.

Matsuo seemed to think that the light would definitely stop them, but he didn't expect this development. When he realized it, he was already knocked down on the ground with his hands pressed against his head, and the total effective resistance time was less than half a minute.

Conan: "..."

"That..." Looking at the expressionless face of the blond young man, he chose his words carefully, "Brother Tou, this person should be handed over to the police."

He really felt the need to emphasize it, otherwise, who knows if this member of the black organization will pull out a gun from somewhere in the next second and kill him.

Amuro didn't speak.

After a while, he turned his head under Conan's nervous gaze, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his pupils were deep, "I know."

Conan: "..."

... Do you really know?

Keito Matsuo was still not being honest when he was pushed to the ground, he didn't have time to think about why his technique didn't work, he just eagerly raised his head and pointed at the high-definition water channel at the foot of the table, "Shimizu, give me one more chance, give me one more time Chance, next time I will definitely..."

The man's pupils were bloodshot, and his expression was distorted and ferocious under the flickering candlelight.

Ri Qingshui let out a scream in fright, and subconsciously backed away desperately, looking at him as if he was looking at some ugly and weird monster

The moment he met her gaze, Matsuo Keito was stunned.

He stared blankly at the girl who was fleeing like a scourge, as if he understood something, after a while, a low-pitched mournful cry burst out from his throat.

Under the silent gazes of Toru Amuro and Conan, it seemed that something in his eyes had finally extinguished. The whiteness was like a wasteland after an avalanche, and the sorrow in his voice was piercing, and the ice broke.

Ri Gaoshui's fleeing movement froze, and he turned around at a loss.Looking at the man on the ground who seemed to have been sucked out of his soul and limp on the ground like mud, she seemed to regret it a little bit, and raised her hand in his direction unconsciously, her lips moved slightly, dumbfounded, not knowing what to say what.She stared at him blankly for a while, then turned her gaze to the young man who just came in.

Toru Amuro didn't look at her. He lowered his eyes and said to the person who was pushed to the ground by him, "Let's go, the police from Nagasaki County are already coming here."

The man turned his head in a daze, his eyes fell on his face without focus, and then looked at the two children behind him.

Then he nodded, like a body whose soul had been wiped out and only instinctive reactions remained, he stood up from the ground in a daze.

Toru Amuro looked at this person calmly, unmoved by the infatuated drama just now, his sharp eyes seemed to peel this walking dead, and take out the broken soul inside him to look carefully.In the end, he came to the conclusion that this empty skin indeed no longer had the intention of attacking, and the degree of threat was not much greater than that of a street beggar shivering in the cold wind.

The young man finally looked back at his cousin, his cold and indifferent eyes softened when they fell on the little girl's immature face, "Mi Jiang."

Sawada Ya vaguely heard her cousin's voice, she opened her eyes hard, her cousin's handsome face was enlarged in front of her eyes, and her gray-blue pupils were full of worry.

She staggered forward, and immediately a hand reached out to support her.

"She seems to have a fever." The clear and childish voice of a boy said in her ear. I don't know if it was also because of worry that the voice was a little low.

A hand reached out and touched her forehead, and Ze Tianya unconsciously rubbed against her warm palm.

"The police are coming soon, just wait here, don't take her down to blow the air."

Then the two seemed to exchange a few words in a low voice, she stopped paying attention and closed her eyes sleepily.

Conan staggered back and caught the girl who fell in his arms.He hugged the silver-haired loli like a big doll, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Amuro in front of him let out a muffled laugh, "Well, just help her like this."

...Hello!

Conan looked at him with blank eyes, knowing that you have to be on guard against the other two people in the room and need to free your hands at all times, but are you a little too relieved?