[Comprehensive] Start a family with Fu Heijun in the world of Ke Xue

"Where do you want to go for the next stop of the Taisho Cultural Tour?" asked Karasuma Nanase holding a small flag.

At this moment, they walked out of Tokyo Imperial University.

"The library just now doesn't seem to be as big as the library in Mihua Town, so it's not interesting at all." Genta said angrily.

"Hahaha because the times are different, there is no way to compare." Natsume Takashi said scratching his head.

"Because this is a specific scenic spot that can only be seen in the Taisho era, which is why Nanase chose this place." Conan pushed his glasses.

"Conan, what do you mean?" Ayumi asked puzzled.

Hui Yuanai held several books in her arms, and her fingers caressed the spine of the books: "I never expected to find such a precious book here."

The most knowledgeable classmate Mitsuhiko asked uncertainly: "Because of the big earthquake half a year later, there will be a fire in the library on that day, will a large number of precious books be burned?"

"As expected of Mitsuhiko, you are right." Conan said softly.

"But if this is the case, then if we notify everyone in the library in advance, then that kind of thing won't happen then?" Ayumi looked worried.

The children's worries and wishes sound cute, but Karasuma Nanase shook her head: "It was a magnitude 8.0 earthquake, there is no way to safely avoid the disaster through a small note or advance prediction ah."

The Japanese who have lived in the earthquake zone for so long are not all fools. The horrific destruction brought about by the earthquake is devastating in all aspects.

The mood of the children was a little low for a while.

"Ah, I received an urgent commission." Karasuma Nanase took out a piece of paper imitating someone's oral habit at the right time: "There is an investigation task, and I want to entrust everyone."

"What entrusted task?" Yuan Tai immediately raised his head and asked.

"It's the lucky peddler from Huhu Mountain. He's waiting for us now. Are you going?" Karasuma Nanase asked.

"Of course! You can't keep the client waiting!" Ayumi and Mitsuhiko cheered up.

Next to the picturesque western-style three-story building.

Beside the small cart selling ramen, a silly-looking young man on a long bench said, "Are you all detectives?"

After taking a sip of the rich soup, Karasuma Nanase refused the manager who added yam paste and nodded.

"Although the money I paid was indeed a little less, this is not a case that children can easily solve." The salesman said with a simple face.

Yuanta, who drank the last sip of noodle soup, put down his noodle bowl: "Although we are young, we have solved no less than 600 murder cases since the establishment of the Boy Detective Team!"

Ayumi and Mitsuhiko on the side also nodded frantically.

"Hey, aren't you kids unlucky?" the salesman said seriously.

Karasuma Nanase hid her expression behind the noodle bowl, and she felt that the one with the problem of luck was a certain detective with glasses who didn't speak.

"I usually carry the goods in the box to the nearby villages to sell some daily necessities.

Some time ago, several peddlers on the top of the mountain disappeared one after another. I didn’t even want to come, but the village chief on Huhu Mountain gave too much!

When I was driving in the forest last night, I was knocked out.

It was awakened by the hunter who went up the mountain to hunt wild boars, and found that the tea leaves and hair ropes in the box were gone. "

"So you entrusted us with the task to find out who knocked you out?" Conan asked.

"Before I passed out, I saw red eyes, and I thought that person must be the killer who killed other peddlers.

I just want to know why he let me go. "The salesman scratched his head.

"Did you bring tea today?" Hui Yuanai asked.

"I brought a can, here." The salesman took out the tea can.

"Is the tea in this jar exactly the same as last time?" Conan asked.

"That's right, I bought them all from a tea merchant." The salesman said.

The children gathered together, staring at the tea leaves poured into Conan's hands.

"Isn't this the most common green tea?" Natsume Takashi couldn't help asking.

"The color and taste seem to be dark tea that has been placed for a long time." Conan sniffed and said.

Karasuma Nanase showed a subtle expression, and the owner of the Chao Ramen stall said, "Hello, can I lend us a cup of hot water?"

"Could it be, Nanase, do you already have an idea?" Yuan Tai asked.

"Well, but I'm not sure, because it would be too nonsensical if that's the case." Karasuma Nanase said with a smile.

Hot water is poured from top to bottom, and then the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup float to the surface of the water with the rising hot air.

In the expectant eyes, after a few minutes, half of the tea leaves that were full of water slowly stood up in the water.

"Uncle, it seems that you have encountered profiteers who used heavier tea stalks as fake ones." The honest boy Natsume Takashi said.

"What? The tea merchant lied to me?" The salesman looked angry.

Karasuma Nanase said: "I think this is why you are lucky to not disappear, uncle, because the tea you sell can stand upright in the cup."

"In the cup... Tea leaves...Stand up... Here it comes..." The man holding the teacup said slowly, his face full of eyes was reflected in the teacup.

"When the tea leaves stand upright, it means that good things will happen around you ~ Master Hei Si Mou ~" The handsome young man who covered half of his face with a golden fan came over and said.

He spoke briskly like a male high school student, but there was not much emotion in his colorful eyes.

The man called Hei Si Mou Duan quietly moved to the side. He didn't like this guy who was good but noisy.

Hei Si Mou chose to look at the younger generation who was pleasing to the eye, and he looked at the young man wearing a pink waistcoat sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat: "Yiwozuo, Wu Mi...my lord... haven't you found it yet?"

The young man known as Yiwozuo nodded: "Everyone has been sent out to look for it.

The last message Master Wu Mi sent was gold, and I will organize the ghosts to continue raiding the gold shop after dark. "

"Jin's words, maybe it is a rich religious temple." Said the leader who cannibalizes people but does not spit out bones.

But no one paid attention to him, Yiwozuo looked at the trembling colleague beside him: "Half-day dog, do you have any clues?"

"I begged for food and searched in the market all the way, but I didn't find any useful clues." Ban Tiangou said tremblingly.

"Actually, this kind of sudden disconnection has not happened before.

Mr. Wu Mi may just be unable to get away temporarily because of an unexpected incident. "The professional leader said softly with a smile on his face.

These words comforted the nervous Twelve Ghost Moons very well.

In fact, everyone was not too nervous, because according to common sense, if Mr. Wu Mi was really justice, they would not sit here and talk about it.

Naruto felt that everyone's eyes were on her, and the veins around her eyes bulged.

Naruto just wanted to continue playing her shamisen, but everyone present couldn't help but crush her: "Master Wu Mi, at that time the order for me to bring him back was indeed issued.

But my blood ghost technique couldn't locate the position of Mr. Wu Mi, and then I never felt the call of Mr. Wu Mi again. "Ming Nu said.

"No problem, don't forget that Mr. Wu Mi is the king of the night." The brainless boss Chuan Yuhu said.

So the gathering of Twelve Ghost Moons ended with everyone's trust in the strength of Ghost Dance Tsuji.

"Although I have solved two commissions today, I still feel so empty." Yuan Tai said pitifully.

"I always feel like something is missing?" Ayumi said.

"That's because the time for happiness is too short." Karasuma Nanase distributed a pack of famous snacks to each child.

Then sent everyone back together.

After a few minutes.

Yuan Tai, who came home, woke up her parents who were sleeping soundly.

When faced with the inquiry, he raised the eel house special gift box in his hand: "This is a souvenir of Taisho time travel."

On the other side, after sending Natsume Takashi, who was exhausted, back to the room.

Karasuma Nanase saw two classmates who did not go home.

"The Taisho trip is over, why don't you go back to sleep?" Karasuma Nanase asked.

"Because there are things I care about, there is no way to just fall asleep like this." Conan said, who was probably full of curiosity in his bones.

"Can these books be kept at your home temporarily?" Hui Yuanai flicked her hair: "I think you need anthropologists now."

"Aren't you two afraid of being arrested for experiments with such a mature tone and appearance?" Karasuma Nanase couldn't help asking.

"A detective with superpowers who travel through time and space, Nanase, you are not qualified to say us." Hui Yuanai shrugged.

"As it happens, there is something that needs the precise brain analysis of the two detectives." Karasuma Nanase said.

The three returned to the Taisho era again.

Karasuma Nanase took out a small paper package from the crow's claw.

After opening the two layers of paper, the white things inside were revealed.

"Is this the first metatarsal bone?" Conan pushed his glasses and looked surprised: "Without this bone as a support, the owner of the bone may not be able to stand."

"Wait, there seems to be words engraved on it." Hui Yuanai leaned over and saw the SOS engraved on it.

"A few days ago, Jade Dog confirmed it based on the smell, and then everyone found it by chance in the sewer after a long search." Karasuma Nanase said.

"Did someone engrave symbols on the bones and use them to call for help?" Conan frowned.

Karasuma Nanase nodded: "The current situation is like this, but the problem now is that Yuquan said that the smell of this bone belongs to Onimai Tsuji Mumi."

"The ghost king who has lived for thousands of years? The ancestor of all Japanese ghosts?

So powerful as a villain boss, it is impossible to be kidnapped and need to ask for help in this way. " said Hui Yuanai, who came from a dark organization with a long history.

"Besides, such a powerful ghost king will not be killed just because the metatarsal bone is pierced." Kong Conan said, looking at the bone.

"That's true, but it's true that the ghost king has disappeared without a trace recently." Karasuma Nanase said.

"Moreover, the possibility that the owner of this bone is still alive is very small." Hui Yuanai said after carefully observing the bone.

"Xiao Ai, why do you say that?" Conan froze for a moment.

Karasuma Nanase pointed to the bone: "Conan, you will understand after touching it."

Conan stretched out his finger and touched it, showing a surprised expression: "Did someone put paint on the bone? Why?"

"This technique is usually used in forensic laboratories, where paint is applied to the bones in order to preserve them," explains Karasuma Nanase.

"And that's not a hole, it should be a mark left by a pulp extractor." Hui Yuanai added.

Because he basically solved the case at the scene of the crime, the famous detective who didn't have much knowledge in this area showed an educated expression.

"Where did this bone come from, can it be traced back?" Hui Yuanai asked.

"There are thousands of people who use that sewer and can dump things in it. There is no way to investigate this clue." Karasuma Nanase shook her head.

"According to what you said before, ghosts usually destroy houses and make big noises.

Did any of the users who used this sewer have an accident recently in their house? " Conan pushed his glasses.

Karasuma Nanase froze for a moment: "Yes, detective."

"But prepare for the worst, maybe the owner of the metatarsal bone has already been stuffed." Hui Yuanai said.

"It shouldn't be possible, those monsters haven't disappeared now.

It means that Ghost Mai Tsuji should still be alive. " Karasuma Nanase said.

Inside the Gold Pavilion.

There was piano music playing in the big brass golden speaker, and the middle-aged man subconsciously touched the crow pattern on the ring while he was thinking about the chess game in front of him.

A silver-haired woman in a white coat walked in: "Boss, the experimental somatic cells are still active and constantly replicating and dividing, but they have lost the sense of attack.

After repeated dialysis treatments with ultraviolet lamps, it was confirmed that the subject had lost consciousness and successfully killed his brainstem. "