Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

"what--"

Toyama Kazuha was the first to meet those eyes, exclaimed, subconsciously grabbed Mouri Ran's hand, and hid behind her.

Mao Lilan also raised her hand vigilantly in defense.

Everyone also saw those eyes one after another and couldn't help but take a step back. Then they found that it was an old woman who wrapped herself tightly.

The old woman had a hunched back, and her whole body was short and craggy. She was tightly wrapped in a black cloth, almost blending into the dark shadows behind her. Only a pair of deep eyes were revealed, staring at everyone without a trace of extraneous emotion.

Being stared at like that, everyone felt inexplicably creepy.

"Don't be afraid, this is a monk."

Sanfang Anzi seemed to be used to it by now, and she introduced herself to everyone very calmly: "I'm the owner of this restaurant."

"You, hello."

After understanding the situation, everyone greeted the old woman somewhat awkwardly.

"welcome--"

The nun spoke, her voice so hoarse and unpleasant, as if a knife was grinding sandpaper, making a rustling sound.

"Monk, please take us in?" Sanfang Anzi took the initiative to say.

"This way."

The nun hunched her back and reached out to open the curtain behind her, revealing a long and dark corridor.

From this angle, it doesn't look like a place to eat, but more like the entrance to a haunted house.

"Thank you."

Kogoro Mouri said with a forced smile.

However, Hattori Heiji and Conan were keenly aware of the monk's exposed hands. The back of her hands were twisted and wrinkled, with white and red mixed together. It looked hideous and terrifying, with no intact skin at all.

This is a burn.

Then their eyes couldn't help but fall on the monks.

If even the hands have such horrific burn marks... then the body is wrapped so tightly, is it because the skin is also all burned?

Conan raised his head and quietly looked at the monk's eyes. Then he suddenly felt a chill on his back and his whole body was a little cold.

He discovered that the nun had no eyelashes.

Those eyes were just half-drooped flesh and skin, with no eyelashes to protect them at all!

Based on their speculation, it was probably because the face was also severely burned, causing great damage to the area around the eyes and irreversible damage to the eyelash follicles.

From this point alone, it is not difficult to guess what terrible things this nun had encountered.

Conan had no intention of delving into other people's sad past and quickly looked away.

Among the group, only Shirakawa Akane seemed the calmest. He walked in front and chatted with Mikata Anko about the situation of this restaurant.

"This restaurant is run by the monk alone," said Mikata Anzi. "Usually, only some of us sisters from the geisha house come over to visit and help out with the monk's business. But don't worry, the monk's cooking is excellent. Every customer who has eaten there has praised her cooking. I'm sure you'll enjoy your meal to the fullest."

Maori Kogoro didn't mind Mikata Anzi's soliciting behavior, but he was a little surprised: "In that case, why not open this private restaurant directly to the public? That way, more customers will come to the store."

Sanfang Anzi shook her head helplessly. "Normally... there are very few strangers willing to come. And you've seen the monk's condition. She's the only one running this place, and her health isn't very good. Too many guests would be a burden to her."

"That's it-"

Kogoro Maori nodded in understanding.

"Hey, Kudo, look over there—"

Hattori Heiji, who was walking at the back, patted Conan on the head and pointed in a direction.

Conan looked over.

Around the corner, there were obvious scorch marks on the ceiling and walls, as if it had been eroded by a fire and then put back into use.

It’s just that because the corridor here is too closed and no extra light can penetrate, ordinary people will not see the charred marks when passing by here.

Conan and Hattori Heiji looked at each other.

It looks like that's where the fire happened.

No wonder the owner made the lights in the corridor so dim. It turned out that he wanted to cover up the burnt marks to avoid offending the guests.

The group walked through a dim corridor and finally opened a Japanese-style room under the guidance of the monk.

The interior decoration is simple and elegant, with a pot of green plants placed next to it. The nun walked in and pushed open the shoji doors and paper windows, revealing the beautiful courtyard scenery outside.

Perhaps because the dark corridor and the weird old woman had greatly lowered their expectations, when they saw this comfortable dining environment, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

This is very satisfying indeed.

The nun didn't care about everyone's reaction. She just turned around, bowed slightly, and left the room.

"It's a nice place here. It would be even better if we could see a geisha performance." Kogoro Mouri sighed subconsciously.

Mikata Anzi was originally helping everyone pour tea. When she heard what Maori Kogoro said, she was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Sure, if Mr. Maori likes, I can perform for everyone..."

"Ah, haha, no thanks. We can't thank Miss Anzi enough!" Mao Lilan suddenly nudged the eccentric Mao Li Kogoro with her elbow, and smiled and thanked Mikata Anzi, "Thank you very much, Miss Anzi, for bringing us here. If it weren't for Miss Anzi, I'm afraid we would have missed the beautiful scenery here."

"Yes, yes, let's be friends. Miss Xingzi, please continue to recommend one or two to us in the future!" Yuanshan Heye joined in and changed the subject.

Hattori Heiji raised his hand to cover his mouth and said to Conan helplessly: "Uncle is really shameless. The lady is beautiful and kind-hearted. She brought us to a private restaurant, but he even wanted to ask her to dance. I feel embarrassed for him."

Conan understands Maori Kogoro very well: "Uncle is probably outspoken, and he only speaks in a flowery way. You'll just get used to it."

Hattori Heiji held his forehead: "Alas."

While everyone was talking, Shirakawa Qiu in the corner glanced at Sanfang Anzi who was pouring water, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers...

……

The food prepared by the nun was just as Sanfang Xingzi said, not only was it delicious, but also it was filling. Even though the seven of them were trying hard to eat, they couldn't help but hold up their waists at the end, feeling the strain.

Conan lay on the cushion and said with some emotion: "I suddenly understand why Yuanta likes eel rice."

The eel rice made by this nun is really delicious! Conan suspects that if Kojima Genta came in person today, he would probably eat his way to a pulp.

Toyama Kazuha was already discussing with Hattori Heiji about their next visit: "Heiji! Next time we come to Kyoto, let's eat here too!"

Hattori Heiji nodded and agreed readily: "Okay!"

Maori Kogoro pulled Shirakawa Akira to drink: "Shirakawa-kun, you can drink quite a lot!"

Baichuanqiu put down the wine glass in his hand, feeling somewhat helpless: "Mr. Maori, you should drink less. You still have to continue shopping in the afternoon."

It would be inconvenient if I got drunk.

Maori Kogoro didn't seem to be that drunk either. He shook his bottle and promised, "I'll just drink this one."