They all think I'm a boss

The case came to an end in this way. The police brought the boy back to the police station on the charge of intentional homicide. There were two other girls who went there together. They needed to go to the police station to cooperate with the police as witnesses of the case record.

Not long after the police car left, the student union brought the news of the postponement of the cultural festival issued by the school. The cultural festival, which had been prepared for a long time, was forced to stop because of a murder case. Compared with the passing of a human life, the negative emotions of the students are really nothing.

A few teenage boys from the Boy Detective Team were discussing the case just now. Both Ayumi and Mitsuhiko were regretting that if the dead Shiori Moriyama could tell the truth earlier, the tragedy like today might not have happened.

In that case, someone else will die.

Or the school was bombed.

Fujikawa stared at the rounded back of the head of a certain boy with glasses, and thought so.

Anyway, as long as this young man is around, this cultural festival cannot go on smoothly.

Conan suddenly felt a chill behind his back, and he didn't need to turn his head to know that it must be Fujikawa staring at him.

Brother, the case is over, can you stop staring at me?I'm just a naive and a little cute little friend now.

Ah, I'm so tired, I really want to go back to Tokyo.

I don't know if this voice of his heart "moved" God, but not long after, Wu Ji came back.

"Not long after I sent Kirihara-san to the medical room, several seniors from his club came to visit him. The doctor said that he was just frightened and nothing serious happened."

Wu Ji told his lord the diagnosis made by the doctor in detail, and he saw that the seniors in the tennis club seemed to have something to say to Kirihara, so he left directly.

"Ah."

Fujikawa nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Oh, right."

Wu Ji remembered something, and added a sentence later.

"Kirihara-san said thank you for the candy you gave him, and said that he wanted to go to Honmaru for a few days to play. I hope you can give him an omamori."

Before he left, Kirihara tugged at his sleeves and urged him to express his gratitude to his elder brother, and he also said that he hoped that his elder brother would consecrate the guard himself.

After meeting him once, Kirihara-san called Fujikawa Toki "brother" quite familiarly.

Wuji is a sincere and good boy. Although he felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Kirihara calling his lord's brother so naturally and unpretentiously, he still informed Fujikawa Toki of Kirihara's request.

Guardian?

Fujikawa blinked, Shizhi government/government closed down, and Wanwu disappeared with him, where did he go to get the guard for that kelp-headed boy.

"Um, I don't think what Kirihara-san wants is the kind of guard you bought for us. After all, that kind of guard is of no use to him."

What Kirihara wanted was the kind of academic guard that would allow him to pass the exam smoothly, and maybe he had some other careful thoughts, anyway, it was not the same kind of guard that the lord bought for them in Wanwu.

Wu Ji said hesitantly, "He seems to think that we opened a shrine, and then regarded you as the priest in the shrine..."

While saying this, he has been carefully observing his lord, for fear that he will be unhappy after hearing this.

After all, their lord was misunderstood as the priest of the shrine several times because of the uniform of the god judge on his body.

shrine?

Hearing Mukichi's words, Fujikawa lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He remembered that a place like a shrine seemed to be...

"Shrines can sell omori, Ema, right?"

Fujikawa was also not sure, he went to the shrine very few times, and only vaguely remembered that the props used to pray for blessings such as the guards and emas in the shrine seemed to be bought with money.

So this world is so realistic and cruel that even the gods who save all sentient beings are unwilling to take care of the poor.

Wu Ji nodded, "Hey, yes, but my lord, why are you asking this?"

and many more……

Wuji suddenly remembered something.

Ever since the Government of Time/Government disappeared, their lord seems to be particularly keen on making money. Could it be...

As if to confirm his conjecture, Fujikawa Toki expressed his thoughts in the next second.

"We can open a shrine in Honmaru and sell omori and ema."

Anyway, before he moved Honmaru, there was an abandoned shrine there, so to some extent, he had regained his old career.

No, my lord, you earn all this money?

Wu Ji was stunned. He knew that their lord was a hidden money fan, but he didn't expect that he was so rich that he even dared to earn money from the gods.

After hearing this operation, Bodo called him an expert.

"Then, my lord, which god are you going to enshrine?"

There are 800 million gods in Japan, but only a few famous ones can be enshrined by humans, such as the Inari god Oyatsu who prays for a good harvest, Ebisu who symbolizes wealth, and Amaterasu who is regarded as the ancestor of the royal family, etc. .

Each shrine will enshrine a god, and believers who want to pray to the god will choose the corresponding shrine to visit according to their own needs.

For example, people who want to pray for success in their careers will visit the shrines that enshrine the gods in charge of fame and fortune; If you have a good marriage, you will choose to visit the shrine that is in charge of the god of marriage.

Wuji didn't know which god their lord wanted to enshrine.

And obviously, the lord of their family didn't know it himself. When he heard Wu Ji's question, Fujikawa was stunned for a moment, and the whole face under the mask was full of bewilderment.

Wu Ji sighed silently in his heart, and just when he was about to popularize some knowledge about the shrine with his lord, he heard the people beside him speak slowly.

"Then enshrine Fusangshen, the weapon."

This time it was Wu Ji's turn to be stunned.

Fusangshen of weapons, isn't that...

"There are ready-made gods, isn't it more reliable than those gods who don't know whether they exist or not?"

Fujikawa said calmly.

Wu Ji's eyes froze, he stared blankly at his lord, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

At this time, a childish voice suddenly intervened, and several little bean dings opened their big round eyes and looked at each person and knife curiously.

"Ah? Brother Ah Shi and Brother Wuji, what are you discussing quietly? What shrine, Fusangshen, are you going to visit the shrine?"

Several members of the Boys Detective Team only heard a few key words, and thought that the two of them wanted to visit the shrine.

"No."

Fujikawa shook his head, and changed the subject, "I have already contacted Ran and Imaken just now, and they will come over later."

"really?"

As soon as they heard that they would be able to see their old friends later, the three little bean dings immediately threw the "shrine" and "fusangshen" aside.

Only Conan still looked thoughtful, Fujikawa Toki glanced at him lightly, Conan shivered, and immediately put on an innocent and well-behaved look, "Ah, I'll see you later I am with Jinjian and the others, I am looking forward to it~"

"Huh? How do I remember Conan, you know that Brother Ah Shi and the others seem to be quite happy after they moved."

Ayumi looked suspiciously at the little friend beside her who was acting a little abnormally.

At that time, she thought that Conan didn't like to play with Ran and Jinjian. After all, every time he ran into them, Conan's expression would become quite subtle, as if he was facing an enemy.

To a certain extent, Ayumi guessed Conan's mind, but she didn't know that it was not Ranhe Imaiken who made Conan feel "like an enemy", but came with them. Guardian, Mr. Fujikawa Toki.

At this moment, Mr. Fujikawa Toki is staring at him with his beautiful black eyes. Although Conan has never seen the face of Fujikawa Toki's mask, he has seen it through the two small holes in this man's mask. The man's eyes.

Those were probably the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen before. The white part of the eyes was not mixed with any impurities, and the pupils were extremely pure black, like the deepest night sky in a starless and moonless night, but it could not be compared with these eyes. Look at each other for too long, or you will easily get lost in this vast night sky.

Conan subconsciously leaned towards the tea-haired young man on the side. In fact, if he really wanted to say, this man whose real name is Akai Shuichi who is now aliased as "Okiya Subaru", his eyes are comparable to that of the opposite Mr. Fujikawa Toki It's much tougher.

But for some reason, Conan would feel an inexplicable guilty conscience every time he met Fujikawa's calm gaze.He has always been a staunch materialist atheist, and he couldn't help but wonder if he dug up this person's ancestral grave in his previous life, which is why he was so cowardly in front of him in this life.

……

Wuji didn't know that the cultural festival had been cancelled, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard that Fujikawa wanted to contact the knives.

"Master... Brother, don't you want to go to the art exhibition?"

"Don't look at it."

Fujikawa Toki shook his head and told him about the postponement of the cultural festival.

When he learned that today's cultural festival was cancelled, Wu Ji was stunned for a moment, and then an imperceptible depression flashed across his eyes.

The cultural festival has been cancelled, which means the cultural performance in the afternoon...

"what happened?"

Fujikawa looked back at him.

This Wakizashi boy has always maintained a positive and sunny image. Even when he was kidnapped last time, he was well-behaved and sensible, but at the moment he seemed a little depressed, and Fujikawa soon noticed that There was something wrong with him.

"It's nothing."

Wu Ji shook his head, and the bright smile of the past returned to his face, as if the moment of depression just now had never existed.

"I just feel a little regretful. It's rare to be able to bring my brother to our school to play, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. In the end, the cultural festival was cancelled."

Fujikawa stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned around and looked at a certain boy with glasses hiding behind the brown-haired youth.

"Will you come to the next cultural festival?"

"will not!"

Conan replied very resolutely, as long as Fujikawa is still in Yokohama for a day, he will not set foot in Yokohama [unless the headquarters of the black organization is here]

Then he realized that his reaction seemed to be overdone, and immediately added something in a low voice pretending to be obedient.

"It's almost time for our school exams at the next cultural festival, and we have to study at home, don't you think so?"

Conan blinked his big innocent eyes, looked at his friends, and winked at them secretly.

And it was obvious that Conan's brainwaves were not connected to the same channel as these teenagers today. When they heard that they would not come next time, the faces of the three of them were full of undisguised disappointment.

"Eh? But I still want to come here to play again..."

"I also want to see the famous 'Lihai Grand Cultural Festival'..."

"The takoyaki and fried noodles here are super delicious. I want to come here to eat again."

Conan, who didn't expect his teammates to be so weak: "..."

There is no way, Conan can only resort to the last big move, "Hey, you guys, the doctor told me that if you can all get a good grade in this final exam, the doctor will take us to Disneyland."

No child can resist the temptation brought by Disney. Sure enough, when the word "Disney" was mentioned, the eyes of the three little bean dings suddenly changed, and they forgot about the cultural festival in a blink of an eye, and kept asking When will Dr. Conan take them to Disney.

"It looks like there won't be any surprises at the next cultural festival."

Fujikawa Toki turned his head and looked at the boy Wakizawa beside him.

"Wait until the next cultural festival, and you can bring me here again."

As long as this Conan boy does not come, the next cultural festival should be stable.

Wu Ji widened his eyes in surprise when he heard this sentence. He and the other short swordsmen thought that it was a special case for the Lord to agree to come to participate in the cultural festival this time, but they didn't expect that there would be a next time.

Compared with Wuji's surprise and joy, Conan on the side was left speechless.

Fujikawa Toki's words obviously meant to express that as long as he doesn't come, there will be no accidents at the next cultural festival, as if he caused the accident this time.

And just as Conan finished complaining in his heart, there was another commotion not far away, and only someone yelled loudly.

"No, someone jumped off the building!"

Fujikawa Toki silently turned his gaze to the glasses boy who was aside.

There were two accidents in the same place in one day... It's been a while since I've seen him, this young man's skill has improved...

Conan was dumbfounded.

grass!This time it really has nothing to do with him!