Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Conan's question really stumped Yin Jiu.

Does vodka have any friends?

Should gin be counted as one?

Toru Amuro does hope that Yin Jiu can make more friends, but the question Conan asked was just as he thought. What kind of bad interpersonal relationships would allow him to entrust underage netizens "thousands of miles away" to help with the memorial service? What is the other party's purpose?

However, Yin Jiu was silent for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth again, apparently looking much more optimistic than the two thought, "Sanlang's other colleagues must be very busy too."

Yin Jiu thought about the task list of Gin and the others, nodded his head heavily, and explained to Vodka, "Don't worry, I have known him for a while. He is a cute uncle who looks a bit fierce on the surface, but actually loves food very much."

"Saburo? So there should be two other sons in his family." Conan grasped the point and clenched his hands under his chin.

"boom--"

"It hurts!"

Maori Kogoro, who had been listening in on the side, finally couldn't help but punch Conan, "Don't make up other people's names casually, you little brat!"

"Oh my god, Conan, stop guessing. Look, his father is Kogoro and he doesn't have four older brothers." Mouri Ran held Conan in her arms with heartache.

"Children just like to pry into other people's privacy." Kogoro Mouri pushed Conan and Ran Mouri aside with a look of disgust.

The topic was interrupted, and Toru Amuro went to a separate room with a few others.

There were more people in Kogoro Mori's group, so the final result of the discussion was to give up Yin Jiu's room, which was a larger room.

"I don't know if Brother Tou's room can accommodate a wheelchair." Yin Jiu opened the suitcase and put the snacks he had taken out back little by little.

"It's okay. I'll ask the host. They should agree to put the wheelchair at the other end of the hall first." Amuro Toru helped Yin Jiu to press the clothes in the suitcase and took the snack box handed over by Yin Jiu. "By the way, you just said that you have known this netizen for a while?"

Amuro Toru didn't remember Yin Jiu telling him that he and Yin Jiu had known each other for a long time, so he asked just in case, "And from what you just said, the other party has a lot of insights into food. Have you ever eaten together?"

"Yes, I took his car when I first came to Japan," Yin Jiu's expression was a matter of course. In view of Bourbon's recent loyalty, he felt that it was time to find an opportunity for them to get together, so that they could give each other a surprise. I'm sure Tou Ge's expression would be very interesting.

Yin Jiu smiled maliciously, "By the way, you weren't my agent at that time, and when you first came, I told Uncle Sanlang that your cooking was especially delicious. Next time, if he's not busy, we can find a place to have a meal together."

"No problem at all. I also want to meet Xiaojiu's friends." Amuro Toru smiled faintly, but his heart gradually relaxed. It seemed that he was just a dinner friend, and the other party was very busy. He didn't seem like a dangerous element planted next to Yin Jiu.

Of course, Maori Kogoro did not hear the conversation on Yin Jiu's side. When they sat down at the dinner table, Conan took the initiative to approach Yin Jiu again.

"Brother Yin Jiu, have you heard of the legend of the Mist Tengu?"

The little friend obviously brought a new topic, and Yin Jiu's attention was instantly diverted from the pile of bland dishes on the table.

"Mist Tengu?" Yin Jiu picked up the shredded white radish stuck to the mushrooms and put them aside. "It seems to be a Japanese monster, but I'm not sure what it does specifically. You ask, is there a monster here?"

Yin Jiu did not lower his voice deliberately. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the atmosphere suddenly stagnated: "..." The two of them raised their heads little by little, and saw the unhappy expressions of the abbot and several monks.

"...It's just an old legend that is not credible."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat stagnant because of Yin Jiu's question. The oldest abbot slowly put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and said, "It is said that this kind of heavenly dog ​​will break into the village like fog on rainy nights, break into the houses by force, kidnap the kind villagers and hang them up high for themselves to eat."

"Most of those abducted were young, tender-skinned girls and children," the old abbot suddenly changed the subject and looked at Mao Lilan and Conan sinisterly, "just like you."

"Ah!" Mao Lilan screamed suddenly, and her left hand holding the bowl began to tremble slightly.

“Hahaha, these are just legends.” When the old abbot saw that he had successfully scared the young man, he immediately returned to his smiling look.

"Senior Lan is still very afraid of these mysterious things." Yin Jiu unexpectedly gained some emotion points, poked Conan who had not produced anything, and said with a little bit of subtle disdain, "Why aren't you afraid at all?"

"How could this be true?" He was not a child.

Conan slapped Yin Jiu's hand away and wanted to continue complaining, but he saw the monk named Mu Nian's expression become terrified.

"But... but it's not all ancient legends. The same strange thing happened two years ago." Monk Mu Nian had sweat dripping from his forehead. Both of his hands were shaking. "That day..."

"Mu Nian! Didn't we agree not to mention this matter again?" The more handsome monk Kuan Nian's expression suddenly turned ugly when he heard halfway through.

"Okay, quiet down." The old abbot finally put an end to the farce. "Kuan Nian is right. Everyone should stop discussing this matter. If we offend the other party and attract something bad, it will be troublesome."

"Yes." Mu Nian's hands shook even more violently.

The effect of this sentence was immediate, and the other monks immediately shut up.

Yin Jiu had been silently controlling his emotions.

It was not until he went to bed at night that he stretched himself lazily and said, "I hope it will be sunny tomorrow, so that the mountain road will be easier to walk on."

"Xiao Jiu really doesn't care about the legends in the temple at all," Toru Amuro didn't quite believe the old abbot's story at first, but seeing the frightened looks on the faces of several people, he couldn't help but secretly search on the Internet. Unexpectedly, he actually found out some things through the search.

"It's probably a gimmick of this temple, used to attract tourists." Yin Jiu put his head close to Amuro Toru's computer screen and easily saw the whole story of the Mist Tengu incident two years ago. "This kind of temple is opened in a sparsely populated mountain. If it doesn't use some means to attract tourists, it will have trouble getting food."

"It's really not easy for the abbot to think of saving money in this way."

"But this is a life," Amuro Toru double-clicked his mouse to close the news interface, shook his head regretfully and closed his notebook, "But it's too late to say this now. After two years, there should be no evidence."