Leisure Holiday [Comprehensive]

The police arrived quickly, along with dozens of ambulances.

Rescue and investigation are proceeding in an orderly manner, but no one mentions the previous vision.

Several children trapped in the cockpit of the Ferris wheel were rescued. After confirming that they were not injured, Kogoro Mori drove the children home one by one in a rented car.

The hustle and bustle gradually returned to calm over time.

It was late at night, but the rain still didn't stop.

Accompanied by the sound of rain, the city slowly fell into a deep sleep.Conan, Amuro Toru, and Akai Shuichi, who went home separately, fell asleep at the same time.

In the dream, Conan felt that he had turned back into "Kudo Shinichi" again, but in fact he still looked like a young child, his whole body was light and light, surrounded by darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, there was no sound, no light, and nothing. .He wandered in the darkness for a long time, and he didn't know how much time had passed. He felt that he was falling slowly, until his feet touched the hard ground, and the weight of his whole body seemed to return to his body, not as light as before. a feeling of.

The moment Conan landed, the scenery around him changed instantly.An ancestral hall appeared in front of him. There were stone sculptures of foxes of different shapes on the left and right sides of the ancestral hall door, covered with moss, which looked old.It seems to be spring at this time, and there are cherry trees full of flowers all around.On the back of the ancestral hall, there is a huge double cherry tree like an umbrella covering the ancestral hall under its branches full of cherry blossoms.

The breeze blew by, and there was cherry blossom snow here.

The faint fragrance of cherry blossoms lingered on the tip of his nose, Conan looked at the scenery in front of him, and felt that this was not a dream, and all his senses were too real.

While Conan was still in a daze, there was the sound of "tap, tap" footsteps not far away.The voice was a little messy, obviously not alone.

Conan subconsciously wanted to hide, but before he could find a place to hide, those people had already appeared in front of him.

Unavoidable, Conan restrained his mind, showing just the right expression that a lost child would have on his face, and walked towards the person who came.

However, those people walked straight past him as if they hadn't seen Conan. The words that Conan had been brewing for a long time were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word—these people actually passed him directly one after another. body of.

Conan twitched the corner of his mouth in surprise or reassurance. He told himself repeatedly that no matter how real the senses were, what he saw now was just a dream.

So, next, Conan followed these people without burden.He stood aside and watched these young and middle-aged men in white clothes and dark blue lantern hakamas silently preparing a bunch of items that seemed to be used for sacrifices.

When everything was ready, these middle-aged men sat on the ground, crossed their hands and fingers, made a gesture of knotting, and chanted words in their mouths, as if they were reciting a spell.

Among these men, there is a young man who looks younger than the others. He seems to be the leader of these people. His coat and lantern hakama are slightly darker than the others.As for why Conan thought that others were headed by him, it was all because he heard one of them use the respectful title of a subordinate to a superior when speaking to the youth.

Conan originally planned to leave here, but for some reason, he couldn't get out of the 2-meter radius of the ancestral hall.So he just sat on the wooden steps of the ancestral hall and looked at everything in front of him.

I don't know how long it has passed, the young man in the lead stopped chanting, got up and walked towards the ancestral hall.After walking up the wooden steps, he stopped outside the gate of the ancestral hall.

The wooden door of the ancestral hall is tied with a white knot about the thickness of an adult man's wrist, like a lock hanging on it.

The young man standing in front of the door tidied himself up and down, with a kind of respect that Conan couldn't understand for a while in his eyes.

Then the young man took an arrow from another person, and that person knelt down silently behind him after handing the arrow to the young man.

Holding the arrow, the young man began to chant another spell again.Conan couldn't understand it, he just judged it from the subtle difference in pronunciation.

After the young man stopped, he pointed the arrow at the knotted rope on the door, but he did not see any movement, but the knotted rope and the arrow disappeared at the same time.

Without the knotted rope, the gate of the ancestral hall slowly opened, revealing a gap less than 10 centimeters wide.

The young man tidied his clothes without any wrinkles, and then he stretched out his hand and completely opened the door in front of him.

There was a heavy "squeak" sound from the wooden door, and the young man walked in.

Conan curiously followed in. Just before he followed, he inadvertently glanced at the people who were still sitting under the wooden steps. At some point, they had changed their posture and changed to kneeling.They bent down one by one, touching their foreheads to the ground.

Conan felt strange, but after taking a look, he turned and walked into the ancestral hall.

There was nothing in the ancestral hall, and at a glance, a coffin was parked alone in it.

When Conan got closer, he realized that the coffin was placed in a pentagram formation, and a mahogany branch was erected in five directions. They were connected with each other by white paper knots, forming a circle.

At this time, the young man has already stepped into the circle, raised his hand and slowly pushed the coffin lid away.

Because of his short stature, even if Conan raised his head, he couldn't see what was inside the coffin, let alone what the young man did after he opened the coffin lid.

However, when the young man brought out a little girl in a fine attire from the coffin, Conan's eyes widened in surprise.

Even the girl who was hugged and sat on his arm by the young man looked only 6 or 7 years old, but Conan would never mistake that face.

"Sakura...?!" Conan called out in surprise, but unfortunately, no one here could hear his voice.

Conan watched helplessly as the young man took Sakura out, and he didn't care about that anymore, and ran over.

However, just after he ran two steps away, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed again.

Conan closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he was already in a typical Japanese room.

The young Sakura who was carried out of the coffin by the young man just now was sitting on the main seat. Her hair was very long, which seemed to be longer than her current height.I saw that long, smooth black hair draped behind her back, falling to the ground and spreading out, as if it was about to blend in with the black kimono she was wearing.

At this time, only Sakura and the young man were in the huge Japanese room.The young man knelt at the head-down position and straightened up after saluting.

From the moment the young man saluted, Sakura didn't say a word, her chaotic eyes were looking at nowhere, as if they had no focal length, giving people the feeling of a blind person who couldn't see.And she gave Conan the feeling that compared with the Sakura he knew, it was like two completely different people.

The young Sakura in front of her exuded a deadly atmosphere, her eyes could not reflect anything, as if everything was like a dead thing in her eyes, indifferent and cold.

There was complete silence in the Japanese room.After a while, Sakura slowly turned her eyes to the young man kneeling below, and asked in a childish voice: "Are you the 'Dajue' of this generation?"

"Yes." The young man replied in a deep voice.

"Why did you wake me up?" Young Sakura's tone didn't fluctuate at all, and her straightforward tone seemed cold.

The young man replied as if he didn't notice: "It is recorded in the manuscript left by Gaozu that the descendants who have won the name of 'Great Enlightenment' must wake up His Highness on this day."

"Gaozu..." Sakura lowered her head and whispered softly, "Is it Zuo?" In Sakura's memory, before she fell asleep, that person was the only one who made an agreement with her in the end.

"Yes."

"In that case, I can't blame you for disturbing my dream." Sakura slowly closed her eyes, "I don't realize it's a big dream. It turns out that 200 years have passed..." Her voice trembled slightly.

When Yingfu opened her eyes again, that trace of strangeness quickly disappeared without a trace.She looked at the young man and asked indifferently, "Do you know everything about me?"

The young man nodded, "Yes. The letters left by our ancestors have already told us and other younger generations."

Sakura heard the words, parted her lips, and showed a mocking smile: "Every generation of this family who inherits the name of 'Dajue' must bear this secret until they die, and they cannot leave this family to do what they want Are you willing to do this? To spend your whole life guarding me, an immortal monster?"

Sakura stopped, and looked at the young man who was only 20 years old in front of her with a very bad look.

The young man stood upright, but he still straightened his back and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Highness is not a monster. No matter how many years have passed, we will abide by the promise of our ancestors and protect His Highness in our lifetime."

The moment the young man's voice fell, Sakura's throat overflowed with a chuckle, and it fell into the ears of the people present, but it seemed to be crying: "Everyone is stupid...Obviously...Obviously...It's already possible to stop laughing. Leave me alone..."

Conan on the side listened to all the conversations, and his expression could no longer be described with surprise.He stood there blankly, even if he was "forced" by Sakura to see the mysterious side, it didn't make him completely unable to think like it is now.

Is this a dream?Isn't this a dream?

Conan can no longer judge.On the one hand, he hoped that this was just his own delusion, that he would dream of Sakura and hear such a shocking secret, and that he did such a thing only because what Sakura did tonight stimulated him and caused his cerebral cortex to be too active. Weird dream.

However, there is another voice in Conan's heart telling him that this is not just a dream, what he sees and hears here is real.

However, no matter how entangled Conan is now, the dream continues.

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