How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

In fact, he originally wanted to get out of the car too, but Xiaolan saw that it was windy outside, so she held down Kazama Crane and asked him to stay in the car to rest.

Fengjianhe didn't shirk it either, he was really afraid that he would cough up blood, and maybe he would have no serious problem at that time, but he would scare others.

Most people's thinking is like this: coughing up blood = tuberculosis = contagious = stay away.

To sum it up: it's all the damn system's fault.

Anyway, for now, the troubles this system has brought to Kazama Crane are greater than the benefits it has brought him.

The three of Uncle Mao Li looked around the car, and after less than half a minute, they discovered the problem.

"It's a flat tire. It's this stone. It ran over it just now, and the tire burst."

Uncle Maori touched his chin with his hands, staring at the obviously deflated tires and thinking.

"Ah, if the tire blows out, Dad, have you brought a spare tire?"

"How can a rented car have a spare tire?"

Anyway, Uncle Mao Li will not admit that he forgot to bring a spare tire because of drinking.

"Then what should I do? I've reached the mountain now, and there are very few people. If I want to go back to the original road and stop the car on the side of the road, I don't know if Brother Kazama can hold it..."

Xiaolan said, lowering her head worriedly.

"Let's just say, why did you bring this poor kid with you when you came out to play in the mountains?"

"I know I'm wrong, but what should I do now, Dad, you should think of a way!"

Fengjianhe heard the sound and got out of the car. A gust of cold wind from the mountains blew by, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing.

"Cough cough cough...Actually, I, I can still..."

"Brother Kazama, why did you come out! You are already like this, so don't be brave."

Xiaolan stepped forward worriedly, seeing Kazama Crane coughing so hard that she could hardly speak, she thought about it, and ran back to the car to find cough medicine.

Conan didn't care about everyone's chatting, he looked into the woods from a distance for a long time, then suddenly turned his head and said to Uncle Mao Li.

"Uncle Maori, look there!"

Seeing Kazama Crane coughing, Uncle Maoli, who was thinking about what to do with a solemn face, looked along Conan's finger.

In the woods in the distance, a corner of a temple is faintly exposed.

At this time, Kazama Crane also slowed down a little, looked along the past, and found the temple, and vaguely remembered some plots.

A person hanging high in the temple... Cherry blossoms... Waterfall...

So it seems that in the original plot, how many people also live in the temple?

"Ahem...Mr. Maori, let's go to that temple. It's getting late now. It looks like it's going to rain soon, and it's not convenient to go down the mountain."

"Brother Kazama, medicine."

Feng Jianhe breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to take the medicine that Xiaolan handed over, and took a sip. It was refreshing and cool, and his throat felt much more comfortable.

"Thank you, Xiaolan."

"Okay, let's go when it's almost there. It does look like it's going to rain. If we hurry up, we may be able to reach the temple before it rains."

The four of them set off towards the temple in this way.

The speed of several people going up the mountain is actually not fast. After all, the speed of a group is determined by the slowest person.

But to everyone's surprise, it was not Kazama Crane who dragged everyone down the slowest, but Uncle Maori, who did not exercise all year round.

On the contrary, Fengjianhe was only a little slower than Xiaolan because of his body skills.

"Hoohoo...you...wait for me..."

Uncle Mao Li held Erkang's hands behind him.

"Father, hurry up, even brother Kazama is faster than you, it's really bad."

Xiaolan turned around with her hips on her hips and looked at the way Uncle Mao Li was panting while holding the tree, and couldn't help but be angry.

Uncle Mao Li’s figure management is actually pretty good, he doesn’t have the fat body of a normal middle-aged uncle, but due to his daily alcoholism, almost all his exercise comes from chasing escaped cats and dogs, and he has become what he is now when climbing mountains.

Conan looked back at Uncle Mori's appearance, pretending to remember it inadvertently.

"Well, when I watched TV before, I seemed to see that temple was introduced. There seems to be a very beautiful hostess in the temple..."

!!!

Kazama Crane saw a flash of light in Uncle Mao Li's eyes, and then he took the lead as if he had been on a stimulant.

"Hurry up, you guys!"

Kazama Crane, who fanned the dust and coughed for a long time: ...

The horns on her head were messed up for a moment Xiao Lan: ...

Conan with half-moon eyes: ...

Then everyone speeded up like this, and finally arrived at the temple when the rain gradually became heavier.

The plaque above the temple reads: Shanni Temple

Shanni Temple... Wutiangou! !

Kazama Crane remembered the key.

There is a legend about the foggy dog ​​in this temple! !

Who is he, a writer who writes travel notes and local folklore, seeing the Shanni Temple, should he immediately think about how to solve the case?

He is not Conan's detective dog.

As for what prevented the case from happening, he clearly remembered those few cases that were worth stopping, and the rest were cases that were not worth stopping.

If you die, you die.

He is not like Conan, who has complete respect and protection for life.

Speaking of a person, he is more like Detective Poirot in Murder on the Orient Express. When the murderer has the determination to bear the consequences, when the deceased should really pay the price of death for his actions...

If you die, then die.

"It's raining heavily."

"Now there is no choice at all. It is impossible to go up and down the mountain tonight."

"I can only spend the night here."

Everyone walked up the stairs of the temple.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

"anyone there?"

While shouting, a gloomy and hoarse voice appeared from behind.

"What are the benefactors doing?"

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound. It was an elderly host.

He has a bald head, a long coir raincoat, long eyebrows and beard, a hooked nose, and wrinkled face. In this dark rainy day, he looks a bit like a monster.

Xiaolan screamed in fright, her face turned pale.

Kazama Crane discovered the old host right away, but when he turned around and saw his face, he was also stunned.

Uncle Mao Li looked surprised, then his mood sank visibly with the naked eye, and suddenly he looked at the old abbot with anticipation as if he had come back to life.

"Excuse me, is there another abbot in your temple?"

Old host:? ? ?

"No." The old host looked confused, and after answering Uncle Mao Li's strange question, he turned his head and looked at Kazama Crane, who seemed to be more reliable, and didn't care about Uncle Mao Li who was full of low pressure.

"I'm asking what are you guys doing here? You can't be journalists from newspapers or TV stations, right?"

Uh uh uh……

Several people looked at each other with peasy eyes, not knowing what the old host was doing.

Chapter 14 The Power of a Famous Writer

"Even if you bring a child here, you can't hide it from me!"

The old abbot looked at Conan, and then turned his head to look at the four of them, looking fierce and vigilant.

"Go back, go back! This is not where you laymen come!"

"Uh uh...that..." Kazama Crane interjected when the old host was speaking, "Actually we just wanted to stay overnight, our car had a flat tire..."

"Lodging?"

"Uh-huh!"

Conan tried his best to look innocent and cute and nodded.

"Yes, if, if not..."

Uncle Mao Li also slowed down, how could he let someone younger than him speak?Straight into the conversation.

However, he was also frightened by the old host's appearance. He stared at everyone carefully, as if he wanted to see through everyone.

"Ah, accommodation~"

The old host's expression changed instantly, and he smiled.

Everyone was stunned seeing him like this.

"I told you earlier, I thought it was a reporter who came to interview that."

"That? That means..."

"It's just a rural rumor." The old abbot didn't talk much, "Ah, the accommodation in this temple comes with a fast meal, [-] yen per person!"

"Ten thousand yen!!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to. If you walk from here to the mountain, it will take six hours."

The old abbot turned around and walked inside.