The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"I knew it……"

When she pushed open the door, Suzuki Sonoko rolled her eyes when she saw a group of men cheering and booing the two geishas.

After the people at Sannoji Temple said that Kogoro Mori was invited to Gion by the monks and other guests of the temple, they anticipated the current scene. When they opened the door, they found that the group of people were indeed drunk. Apart from "I knew it", they really didn't know what else to say.

"I guessed it before coming to Kyoto." Ran Mouri, with her arms crossed, shook her head and glanced at her father with an embarrassed look on his face. Seeing that he was holding the wine glass and had not behaved inappropriately, her expression softened a little.

"Don't be angry, Ms. Mori. We invited Detective Mori here," Monk Longyuan said hastily, "He's a renowned detective throughout Japan. It's normal for us to be curious."

Drinking and eating in a teahouse, watching some geisha performances, playing games, etc. is a very legal place and there is nothing inappropriate about it.

If it's really inappropriate, then these minors won't be able to get in, right?

At most, it’s because this hobby and the atmosphere are too adult and too social, with an lingering ambiguity and the scent of cosmetics mixed in.

Simply put, it's a serious business, but those who come to listen to a little music may not be serious people.

With a sigh, Mao Lilan didn't say anything else. After confirming again that her father didn't drink much, she simply pulled a few people behind her and squeezed into the house without saying anything.

"Since you want to hear about detective work, do you mind joining us?"

After all, they were only in a relatively elegant teahouse, not to an outrageous degree. After cramming a few minors in, they could still effectively curb the group's tendency to drink and have fun.

The subtle adult atmosphere in the room was indeed diluted a lot with the entry of this group of high school students.

The men who had just been cheering and applauding the geisha in front of them who was fully made up coughed and looked away, making room for them, and finally set their sights on Kogoro Mouri.

Regardless of whether one is really interested or not, at least the topic has returned to the case.

"Detective Mori returned to Kyoto, claiming to have accepted the abbot's invitation. But you're also quite interested in the Genji Hotaru case, aren't you?" Mizuo Harutarou, a wine glass in hand, turned the atmosphere towards gossip. "Would you like to hear how the famous detective would reason about this case?"

The Genji Hotaru group, which actively publicized its name and even left behind many rumors about them, is definitely one of the most popular urban legends or anecdotes among the people.

After years of activity, members suddenly get killed one after another. If the police can't catch the remaining members, or if the murders continue to occur, new rumors will soon emerge.

In addition, if the stolen Buddha statue from Sanno-ji Temple is not recovered as scheduled this time, in a few years, a classic legend of the style of "a priceless Buddha statue is buried somewhere here, and whoever finds it will become rich" will naturally begin to circulate in Kyoto.

This is probably the most common development of this type of gang.

As soon as he said this, everyone in the room had a slightly subtle expression.

Kogoro Mouri had just breathed a sigh of relief because his daughter didn't continue to embarrass him, and for a moment he didn't react to how the topic changed so quickly.

The rest of the people were either investigating the case or were parties involved in the case. There were even some who had just fought with the suspected murderer. Naturally, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Tang Ze glanced at Mizuo Harutarou, the only naive person in the whole place who knew nothing except the teahouse waiters, and he almost shed tears of sympathy for him.

This guy's appearance at the scene seems to have no other meaning except to be a distraction option, to make up the three choices for Genji Hotaru, who has only two people left in the entire page.

However, perhaps being involved in this case itself can be considered a unique kind of networking experience, providing a boost to one's career...

"Genji Hotaru, is this the gang that specializes in art theft?" The equally innocent teahouse proprietress smiled as she poured tea for a few high school students and echoed Mizuo's topic. "I heard that this time, the case has been confirmed, and there's a rumor that each of them has a copy of the 'Gikyouki' in their possession. In the past, this was just vague rumors from eyewitnesses involved in the case."

In fact, being able to find out the code names and symbols they use internally is already a very unique investigative progress.

The Genji Hotaru group is a very closed one, with no personnel changes. The only clues they could find were related to where the artwork ended up and how the crime was committed. It's strange how they discovered that everyone had a book.

"Who knows? Maybe the police just stumbled upon something." Sakura Masazo, who had already had a few drinks and looked rosy, waved his hand. "How is this any different from just targeting everyone in Kyoto? 'The Gikeiki' is truly famous, isn't it? I believe anyone interested in history would buy it, especially in Kyoto. This is Kyoto!"

This sentence seemed very familiar, and Hattori Heiji seemed to be hit somewhere: "..."

"I only have one, and many of you here have one too, right?" Sakura Masao said, turning his head to glance at Saijo Taiga, who was sitting silently at the corner of the table. "Don't you agree, Mr. Saijo?"

Nishijo Taikawa's external identity is a used bookseller who has been running a second-hand bookstore in Kyoto for many years, so the topic he brought up seems to be very appropriate.

Nishijo Taikawa, secretly rubbing his knee, glanced reflexively at the high school boys before coughing. "Well, in our shop alone, we see a lot of copies go through every week. It's an exaggeration to say everyone owns one, but it's also true that half of Kyoto's households have one."

Hiss, several hours have passed, and even though the severe pain has long since subsided, the horrible pain at that moment, and the screams of muscles and bones caused by being caught off guard, still make him feel scared.

Nishijo Taikawa, who is basically positioned as a thug in the organization, has the best physical condition among all people. As a person who pursues the pinnacle of martial arts, he also pays more attention to his body than anyone else.

So he knew that even if the pain had subsided, the lingering fear of that devastating pain would still be with him for a while.

Is this really a coincidence, or did he not pay attention to the direction of force when he jumped off the treetop and was tripped by something?

Glancing at a few people with subtle fear, he continued speaking, trying to conceal his emotions.

"Everyone praises it as a good book, but I don't like it that much. The title is 'The Book of Yoshitsune', but most of the book is about Benkei's story. I feel that calling it 'The Book of Benkei' or 'The Book of Yoshitsune's Retainers' would be just as good."

"I like it very much." Seeing that everyone's topic was brought up by him, Mizuo Harutarou was very happy and joined in. "Yoshitsune's story is also a favorite in many dramas. I especially like the story in Ataka..."

"Oh, you are talking about the scene in the Noh play "Ataka"." Sakura Masazō, who was indeed familiar with the Yoshitsune Ki, nodded.

"Yes, that's right. It's about that when they were on their way to escape from Minamoto no Yoritomo's pursuers, Minamoto no Yoshitsune and his retainers wanted to dress up as practicing monks to pass the checkpoints set up by Ataka..." Mizuo Harutaro took the initiative to explain.

"This part," Saijo Taikawa said, giving a rare smile, "Yoshitsune's disguise was about to be exposed, and Benkei, in a moment of desperation, struck Yoshitsune with his staff, reprimanding him for not understanding the rules and for angering the samurai."

"To deceive the pursuers?" Suzuki Sonoko, who never paid much attention in history class, nodded her chin. "I kind of understand. This way, the conflict can be transformed into the feeling that Yoshitsune isn't really a monk, but just isn't doing it properly."

Soldiers who have doubts about their identities will definitely find a way to verify their identity as monks.

The reason why he was suspected at this time must be that Minamoto no Yoshitsune's disguise was not perfect, and he was vulnerable in some places, so he was on the verge of being exposed.

Benkei, who was traveling with him, used his quick wit to transform these problems into inadequacies, which made it easier to dispel the pursuers' doubts.

"Moreover, as a retainer, Benkei was committed to his lord's life," Hattori Heiji added. "In that era, no one would have thought a retainer would dare to directly punish their lord with a cane. It would have been completely illogical and would have made people think that Minamoto no Yoshitsune's status was much lower than Benkei's."

"You're right," Mizuo Harutarou agreed. "And so, the group successfully passed the checkpoint. Afterwards, Benkei tearfully apologized to Yoshitsune, saying that even under special circumstances, such an offense shouldn't have been taken. Yoshitsune, in turn, praised Benkei's wit. It demonstrates both Yoshitsune's wisdom and the depth of their friendship. It's a wonderful story."

Conan listened to them talking about this little historical story that was almost known to everyone, but his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Tang Ze.

I have a feeling that this relationship seems to be subtly reflected in Karasawa and Goro Akechi as Kumer.

Between the two people, it has always been Tang Ze, Goro Akechi, who truly controls the situation and takes the initiative. Regardless of whether he really thinks so or not, at least in words, his attitude towards Tang Ze is even respectful.

Hmm, that's not right. Using the terms lord and retainer to describe them is a bit strange, but why do I feel it's so fitting...

Conan, who didn't know that he had completely discovered the truth to some extent, shook off the strange association from his mind and picked up the teacup in front of him.

That being said, the social gatherings of these adults were still a little too boring.

It's nothing more than drinking wine, drinking tea, bragging and so on. It's not nutritious and even less interesting.

Nishijo Taiga twirled the wine glass in his hand without commenting on the story, but his small eyes behind his glasses were sparkling, and it was hard to tell whether it was the light or the reflection of the wine in his hand.

He had done something that was most beneficial and useful to save everyone, but now he was blaming himself.

Yoshitsune was saved by Benkei. Without Benkei's protection, he would have died at the beginning of his escape. But does forgiving such an offense make him a touching monarch?

He said that he didn't like the story in the Yoshitsune Ki...

"Excuse me, is there a place here where I can rest?" Sakura Masazao seemed to have noticed the mood of the people around him. He raised his palm and asked the proprietress, "I seem to be a little sleep-deprived. I drank a little wine and now I feel dizzy."

"Yes. Do you need to lie down for a while? There are guest rooms on the other side of the corridor." The proprietress stood up with a smile.

Ying Zhengzhao nodded and stood up. "Okay. I'll excuse myself for a moment. Madam, please come and wake me up at 9 o'clock. Enjoy your meal and have fun. See you later."

Of course he didn't come to this teahouse for socializing, he had his own purpose.

You can't achieve your goal by staying with this group of people all the time.

Nishijo Taiga raised his head, glanced at his bloated back, said nothing, and turned his head away.

If Benkei and Yoshitsune can be said to have a harmonious relationship between the ruler and his subjects, then it would be difficult for Benkei himself to have any feelings for the other unknown retainers who only occasionally had some shining points.

"Uh..." Monk Ryuen noticed the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He glanced at Ran Mouri, who sat there motionless, and quickly offered a new suggestion. "If you're not interested in drinking, why not go to the terrace downstairs to enjoy the cherry blossoms? This teahouse is called Sakura-ya because it's right next to the Kamogawa River, and it offers a beautiful view."

"Yes, the moon is beautiful today. Sitting down, you can enjoy the beautiful view. More importantly..." Mizuo Harutarou took over and glanced at the three high school girls, "You can take particularly beautiful photos."

It doesn’t matter whether the scenery is beautiful or not. For tourists, especially young female tourists, taking photos may be more important than other things, right?

Sure enough, Suzuki Sonoko's eyes lit up the next second.

She stood up, pushed open the paper window on the inside of the room, and looked down. "Sure enough, I can see the river... Ah, there are quite a lot of people. I thought it wasn't peak season yet."

"The cherry blossoms here are famous at night." The geisha who had been kneeling by the side, pouring wine for the suddenly upright Maori Kogoro, sat up straight. "Walking along the Kamo River with your lover is certainly romantic, but gazing at the view from across the river here has a unique charm."

"Well, Xiaolan, let's go downstairs and sit down and have some snacks. There's a smell of alcohol, and it's not fun to stay here." Suzuki Sonoko snorted, but she also understood the meaning of the social etiquette of this group of people, and took the hand of Mouri Ran.

They talk as if they are in the way, as if no one is willing to come here.

Maori Ran stared at Maori Kogoro for a while, and only stood up after making sure that he had not done anything inappropriate.

The group quickly split into two sides. Except for Tang Ze who unexpectedly followed the women's group, and Okita Souji who followed after hearing the news, everyone else stayed in the private room upstairs.

"You've lived by the Kamogawa River for so long, and you're not tired of it yet." Souji Okita brought them some tea and snacks, and started lighting a firecracker as soon as he opened his mouth, which almost made Ran Mouri's expression collapse.

She began to understand Tang Ze's past attitude a little.

When it comes to bringing up things that are not relevant to the topic, Okita-kun is like this.