The head pillar also wants to be removed today

"Wow, there are so many weird things in here."

Hattori Heiji glanced around, then quickly retracted his head.

There are all kinds of strange objects in the side hall, which look weird and send chills down the spine. No matter how hard Hattori Heiji thinks about it, he can't guess what these things are for.

Those things are packaged in old wooden boxes, or glass boxes that are almost full of dust and dust, and you can vaguely see the strange runes engraved on them, as well as the yellowing and aging of the objects. seal.

"Hattori." Conan looked back at Hattori Heiji who was about to move, as if he wanted to take a closer look at Hattori Heiji.

"I advise you that it's better not to move those things casually."

"In case there is some kind of curse or wraith on it, be careful not to entangle you."

"Hey! Are you kidding me!" Hattori Heiji hastily withdrew his hand and kept away from those things.

"How could such a thing exist!"

"Of course I lied to you." Conan laughed dryly, put his hands behind his head, and walked forward slowly.

"How could there be such a thing?"

"But speaking of it, this shrine is really old."

Conan glanced at the dust accumulated on the table, "I don't know how long it is."

"I don't know how long the history is." Hattori Heiji patted his dusty sleeves in distaste, and couldn't help complaining.

"But it's really dirty here."

How long has it been since it was cleaned?

"Huh? Wait." Conan paused suddenly, as if something flashed by the corner of his eyes.

He leaned close to Hattori Heiji's feet and squatted down carefully.

The Kansai detective stepped on something that had begun to turn yellow, and it was covered with dust.

"What's this?" He poked Hattori Heiji's leg, motioning him to get out of the way.

"Looks...like a photo?"

I don't know who accidentally left it here.

Conan took out his handkerchief and carefully picked up the old yellowed photos.

This photo is obviously quite old, plus it has been kept here to accumulate dust, the front is almost too dirty to look at.

The handwriting on the back has long been blurred, but fortunately, the front doesn't seem to be affected much.

Conan blew the dust off the photo, but was slightly stunned the next moment.

"what happened?"

Hattori Heiji squatted beside Conan curiously. After seeing the figure in the photo, he also opened his eyes wide and got stuck.

No way, the person in this photo is too familiar.

The priestess Tenuchi Riko who served the gods they had seen before, the white-haired man they met at the door just now, and a man with a strange face and a ball head.

"This is..." Hattori Heiji rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe what he saw.

The three people in the photo seem to have a good relationship, and Riko Tenuchi smiles brightly at the camera.

In the photo, Gojo Satoru doesn't seem to want to take pictures, his expression is quite impatient, and he looks like he can't wait to turn the world upside down.

And the other man seemed to be in a good mood, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and squinted his eyes to look at the camera—if one could ignore the fact that he was holding on to Wujo Satoru's shoulders, seemingly quite forcefully.

The people in the photo are very young, and considering that they were already very old when they picked up this photo, it can be guessed that this may be a photo of Gojo Satoru and the priestess a long time ago.

"Looking at the costume above, it seems to be the same shape as the student brought by Mr. Gojo?"

Hattori Heiji stroked his chin and analyzed, "Then this should be a photo of Mr. Gojo when he was a student?"

"Hmm, um...very likely."

However, Conan's focus is different from Hattori Heiji's.

"Hey, Hattori." He handed the photo to Hattori Heiji, and at the same time tried to trace the movements in Gojo Satoru's photo with his hand.

"Do you think this action seems to be pulling someone forcibly?"

Conan paused slightly.

"—And, it should be a person who is much shorter than him."

"Really, why did you come here!"

As soon as he returned to the main hall, he suddenly found that Riko Tenuchi, who was missing both of them, was carrying wide-leg pants and hurried inside.

"Didn't I tell you to go to the side hall?"

"This is not a place where ordinary people can come in casually."

After all, if ordinary people touch the curse tools and curse objects stored inside, it is very likely that they will be infected with the curse.

"Huh? Isn't this the Pianden?" Hattori Heiji lowered his head and looked at Conan suspiciously.

"No, this is a warehouse for storing old things."

"Fortunately, you're all right." Riko Tenuai put her hands on her hips and sighed.

"It shouldn't matter if you haven't touched anything inside."

"Huh?" Riko Amauchi glanced suddenly and saw the old photo in Hattori Heiji's hand.

"Isn't that the picture?"

"It turned out that I accidentally dropped it here."

Riko Amauchi took the photo from Hattori Heiji quite naturally, without giving anyone a chance to react.

"Hey wait..." Before Hattori Heiji could speak, the photo was already put away by Riko Tenouchi.

"Okay, come out with me." Riko Tenuchi clapped her hands, motioning for the two people behind her to follow.

"Two girls came outside just now. They said they were your friends and they were already waiting outside."

After finishing speaking, Riko Tenuchi couldn't help complaining: "Really, my place is not a tourist attraction."

"Wait." Heiji Hattori and Conan Edogawa froze when they heard Riko Amauchi's words.

"Two girls—"

"Could it be—"

"Lan and He Ye!"

****

"Well, Miss Tiannai, please wait a moment."

Tanjiro caught up with the first two steps, "Did you just say Kagura, the god of fire?"

"Yes." Riko Tenuchi nodded.

"Even so, Kagura, the god of fire, is just a name we vaguely guessed from ancient books."

Speaking of this, Miko couldn't help shaking her head.

Not only is the Kagura dance long lost, but even the name cannot be completely determined.

"If it's Kagura, the god of fire—"

Tanjiro hesitated and said, "Maybe I can help."

"Our family has always passed down a set of dances to worship Lord Fire God. Although I'm not sure if it's the fire god Kagura you mentioned, but I want to try it."

Tanjiro looked at Riko Tenuchi, the brilliance of the scorching sun was reflected in those magnificent dark red pupils, as if a flame was beating and burning inside.

Riko's eyes lit up for a moment.

Regardless of whether the fire god Kagura in Tanjiro's mouth is true or not, if you can't find the heart of Kagutsuchi, you are doomed to have no way to investigate.

Even if a dead horse is used as a living horse doctor, it won't have any effect if you try it.

"Kuroi, hurry up and prepare the costumes needed for the Fire God Festival!" Riko Tenuchi turned her head and ordered.

"Eh?!" Kuroi Misato was taken aback, "But it's not time for the Fire God Festival yet."

Is it really too late to hold such a sudden event?

"It's not a sacrifice." Riko Amane corrected.

"It's just dancing."

The key to making the heart of Kagutsu appear is Kagura, the god of fire.

"But can you really do it?" Tenuchi Riko pursed her lips and looked at Tanjiro with some concern.

"The fire god Kagura's request is to dance continuously all night long."

This is a great burden on the body.

It may also be precisely because of this that Kagura, the god of fire, gradually disappeared.

"It's okay." Tanjiro shook his head slightly, and the pendant on his ear swayed slightly with his movements.

"As long as you breathe correctly, you can keep dancing no matter how cold or tired you are."

"That's what my father told me."

"Let's prepare something." Gojo Satoru, who was standing aside, said suddenly.

"Tennai, trust Tanjirou."

"He's a kid who can perform miracles."

"How is it, Tanjirou?"

Gojo Satoru sat beside Tanjiro, holding his chin and asked the boy on the other side who was almost ready.

"Will you be nervous?"

"Not really." Tanjiro shook his head slightly.

He doesn't dare to move now, the Kagura dance in the Fire Shrine is much more grand than the little sacrifice he once held at home.Even without many spectators, he wore almost a full dance costume.

The former sky crown on his head made him a little unable to lift his head, and when he shook it gently, he could still hear the slight sound of pearls, jade and tassels colliding with each other.

The facial tissue with the word "热" written on it covered his face, blocking the delicate makeup on Tanjiro's face.

The fiery cloud-like lines on his face and forehead burned like flames after being outlined with makeup.I don't know if it's a touch of rouge or something else at the end of the eyes. The red eye shadow not only doesn't add a coquettish feeling, but it makes the whole makeup look more holy.

Tanjiro pursed his lips slightly, and he didn't know what was painted on his mouth, which made him dare not move or speak now.

"But the current Tanjiro is very beautiful." Gojo Satoru praised sincerely.

Yoshino Junpei, who was standing on the other side, nodded slightly, took out his camera and secretly took a picture.

"It's like Lord Vulcan."

The black-bottomed kimono is embroidered with patterns of flames, and the embroidery snakes up and up along the hem and sleeves, overlapping each other so densely that it almost makes people dizzy.

When the sleeves were waving, it was as if there were real flames fluttering in the air, bright and vivid.

"Sensei, please don't make fun of me anymore." Tanjiro said with a fever on his face.

The word "beautiful" would never be used on a boy like him!

"Hahahaha." The strongest conjurer laughed a few times, showing no sign of repentance.

"it's getting dark."

The white-haired conjurer looked out the window.

Kagura, the god of fire, is about to start.

"Even for me, this is the first time I've seen Tanjirou dance."

Gojo Satoru suddenly sighed in such an ambiguous manner, and then said nothing, leaving only Tanjiro and Yoshino Junpei with puzzled faces.

——and the next moment, the drums sounded.

Dance and dance.