Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 227 Death of the Audience

Chapter 227 Death of the Audience
"What is Ataka?" At another table, Suzuki Sonoko quietly asked a few friends.

Mao Lilan and Toyama Kazuha both shook their heads unclearly.

"One of the titles of Noh plays." Miyano Shiho answered her confusion.

An He also nodded, and then began to make up a story: "For example, Kaito Kidd, you read it separately as 'Kaito Kidd'."

Suzuki Sonoko suddenly realized: "I understand!"

Miyano Shiho rolled her eyes at Anhe in reproach, and then began to correct the wrong knowledge that Suzuki Sonoko had been instilled with.

"Don't listen to this person's nonsense. To be precise, the title of a Noh play is a distillation of the plot and a concentration of cultural symbols. Most Noh plays use historical legends as their themes, and some are based on famous sights. 'Ataka no Benkei' is a condensed version of 'the story of Benkei that happened in Ataka'."

"I see."

Suzuki Sonoko finally understood, and then looked at An He quietly: "Don't talk nonsense so seriously, Mr. An He!"

An He nodded insincerely.

Just then, Mizuo Harutaro on the other side had already started explaining the content of this Noh play.

"The story of 'Ataka no Benkei' is about how Yoshitsune and his retainers disguised themselves as ascetics to avoid being hunted down by Yoritomo, and planned to use this method to pass through the Ataka checkpoint."

"When Yoshitsune's disguise was about to be seen through, Benkei suddenly raised the diamond stick and hit Yoshitsune hard, pretending to punish his disciple."

Suzuki Sonoko listened to the story very attentively, and asked like a teacher's favorite student: "Why did he do this?"

"In order to deceive the guards at the pass," Mizuo Harutarou explained, "In that era, ordinary people would never imagine that a retainer would dare to hit his lord."

Miyano Shiho shook her head slightly and made a very sharp comment: "This deformed class oppression has not changed in hundreds of years."

Several adult men looked at each other, as if they wanted to say something, but after seeing Miyano Shiho's outfit and Suzuki Sonoko's face beside her, they didn't want to say anything.

As veterans who have made a living in Kyoto for many years, they still have a basic eye for the air.

Can't afford to offend
In order to prevent the atmosphere from getting any more awkward, Mizuo Harutaro coughed a few times, and then continued as if nothing had happened: "Afterwards, Yoshitsune and his party successfully passed the checkpoint, and Benkei immediately cried and apologized to Yoshitsune, but Yoshitsune did not punish him, but instead praised him for his quick response."

"This story was later often used to praise the deep bond between master and servant, and thus became a legend."

After the story was told, everyone obviously didn't want to go deeper into the topic, so they put their thoughts aside and started drinking without worries.

Time spent having fun always passes quickly. Even Conan and Hattori Heiji were infected by the atmosphere. They temporarily put aside their thoughts on the case and started playing chess around a small table.

The adult group seemed to have seen Anhe drinking alone at another table, so they invited him to come and drink with them, but Miyano Shiho declined their invitation on his behalf, saying that this would be the last pot of wine.

Compared to the adult men's group, Anhe still prefers to be at the children's table, listening to the interesting stories of Xiaolan and Yuanzi's afternoon play in Kyoto, and from time to time sharing some of his own experiences with Miyano teacher as feedback.

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

"Sorry, I'm a little exhausted. I didn't get a good rest last night."

The slightly overweight Ying Zhengzo was the first to give in. He found Mama-san and asked, "Excuse me, can you give me an empty room to sleep in?"

Mama-san was able to build this pub to this scale, so her emotional intelligence was naturally good: "There are not many customers today, so you can go to the next door to rest."

But Sakura Masazo had a lot of requests: "No, no, no, I'm more used to sleeping downstairs."

He rolled up the sleeves of his suit, and the hands on his shiny gold brand watch pointed to nine-fifteen.

"Well, please wake me up around eleven o'clock."

"Please enjoy yourself, everyone else." He said goodbye to the others with a smile, then strode out of the private room with Mama-san.

The departure of this savvy antique dealer brought about a dramatic change in the atmosphere in the private room.

Without this smooth businessman, the adult men began to compliment each other less. Maybe it was because of what Miyano Shiho said earlier, but under the influence of alcohol, they started talking about the boring decrees issued by the government recently.

Now the young people, who have the numerical advantage, have taken the initiative and become the main theme of this cocktail party.

Mao Lilan pulled the slightly older girl, but only 19-year-old Chiga Ling, and chatted casually with her. Toyama Kazuha sat next to Conan and Hattori Heiji, staring at the chessboard intently. She caught Hattori Heiji's little movements several times, causing him to protest repeatedly that he was not allowed to watch the game.

Miyano Shiho seemed to be feeling a little sleepy. She snuggled up to Anhe, took out her cell phone and selected new toys suitable for Amon and Ai online, and occasionally looked up to ask Anhe for his opinion.

He sat quietly on the straw, allowing Miyano Shiho to lie at the most comfortable angle, and occasionally gave his opinions.

Ai found a place under the table where she wouldn't be disturbed, curled up and began to snore, while Amon buried his head in the empty wine jug.

Scratch——

Suzuki Sonoko gently pulled open the screen opposite the private room door and looked out curiously.

It turned out that there was an open-air balcony outside the room, and beyond the balcony was a wide and calm river. The river reflected the tranquil cherry blossom forest under the lights on the opposite bank, and flowed quietly into the distance at the urging of the wind.

A quiet night, twinkling lights on buildings, and scattered cherry blossoms.

"It's so beautiful!" Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but stare at it in a daze.

After the adult men got drunk, Miss Chiga Ling's job became easier, and she also came over and smiled beside her, "That's Kamogawa."

"Xiaolan and Ye Zhibao, come and take a look with us!" Suzuki Sonoko immediately ran back and took her good sisters to see the scenery together.

"Oh, really!"

“So romantic”

Miyano Shiho was a little dazed when she was pulled up from Anhe's side, but soon she was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.

“It’s really beautiful.”

Ms. Chiga Ling pointed to a small river under the balcony and introduced: "Although it is nice for couples to sit by the Kamo River and enjoy the cherry blossoms in the evening breeze, it is also a different experience to admire the cherry blossoms on the other side of the small stream called 'Qinghe River' below."

"Huh?" Toyama Kazuha, who was more observant, saw a band-aid on the base of the thumb of the white-faced princess. "Ms. Chika Ling's hand is injured?"

"Oh, yes, I hurt myself accidentally." Miss Chiha Ling smiled and withdrew her hand without dwelling on this topic.

“Although Kyoto is known as the capital of cherry blossoms, it is only at this time of year that such spectacular cherry blossoms bloom.”

Yuanshan Heye didn't pay too much attention to the detail just now, and followed her good sisters to look at the other side, admiring the beautiful cherry blossom scenery.

Conan and Hattori Heiji, who had already decided the winner, put away their chessboards. Seeing a few girls chattering over there, they came over curiously.

"Hey, look at that guy over there!" Hattori Heiji pointed to the riverbank and saw a tall and thin figure wearing a well-tailored suit.

The banks of the Kamogawa River were filled with couples in love, but this figure was the only one standing out, standing out from the crowd.

"It's the police officer who stopped us this afternoon." Miyano Shiho recognized him.

Conan couldn't reach the top of the railing, so he had to hold the wooden pole with both hands and squeeze his face as hard as he could to look over there. "What is he doing over there?"

An He pulled Amon out of the wine flask, then gently nudged Ai's foot to wake her up from her deep sleep, and walked to the balcony. "You can try to go to the terrace on the lower floor, where the view will be better." An He gave Suzuki Sonoko and the others a suggestion, "I saw in the weather forecast that the clouds will disperse early tonight, so the moonlight should be good."

"really?"

"Let's go take a look."

Several girls couldn't resist the temptation of the beautiful scenery, and they pulled each other out of the door and went downstairs.

Mao Lilan was still a little concerned about the other two, so before leaving, she asked Conan: "Conan, do you want to go with us?"

"I'll just stay here." Conan shook his head.

Mao Lilan turned to look at Hattori Heiji.

"Me too." Hattori Heiji bared his big white teeth.

Yuanshan Heye, who had already stepped out of the door halfway, paused vigilantly and turned his head to look at him: "Why?"

"Are you attracted to any dancer?" She narrowed her eyes and spoke in a subtle tone.

Hattori Heiji looked a little speechless: "Please, don't make random guesses about something that didn't happen, okay?"

"Hmph, Ran and Shiho, let's go and ignore him." Toyama Kazuha snorted, took the hands of Mouri Ran and Miyano Shiho and prepared to go downstairs.

However, before she could grab Miyano Shiho, another hand got there first.

"Sorry, Heye." Anhe took Miyano Shiho's hand and smiled: "Miyano teacher has an appointment."

Miyano Shiho also looked at Toyama Kazuha helplessly, and the look in her eyes probably meant "I can't do anything about him."

Under the gazes of Yuanshan and Ye Suanliu, Anhe took Miyano Shiho's hand and left the izakaya, walking towards the nearby Kamogawa River.

"If you want to enjoy the scenery, this is the best place."

He blinked: "After watching from afar for so long, it becomes romantic to join the game."

"Is it because a murder is about to happen?" Miyano Shiho was not fooled by this mysterious excuse and could guess what it was.

An He nodded.

Miyano Shiho didn't think much of it.

Childish ideas like "Awa-kun has extraordinary abilities, so he must save everyone" were not even within her consideration.

Putting aside the question of whether some people need to be saved, the world is so big that it is impossible to save them all.

In Miyano Shiho's eyes, these murders are actually like the laws of nature's self-operation. When humans observe nature, the best choice is not to interfere, so as to ensure its normal operation to the greatest extent.

Of course, when it comes to big aspects, human intervention and control are definitely needed, just like nature reserves and the artificial sperm-egg combination of endangered species.

It's like they brought the spark of "extraordinary" to this world.

However, murder cases, which only involve a very small number of individuals and have complicated grudges and right and wrong, are not problems that can be quickly resolved through macro-control. The crime rate problem can only be left to time and for civilization to solve itself.

Miyano Shiho is actually a very open-minded and strong person.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible for me to achieve what I have today after living alone in a foreign country for so many years without any support.

An He looked at the fairly full moon in the sky and suddenly chuckled.

Those who succeeded in their plots were complacent, while those who failed cried out in pain. One after another, interesting or boring events took place in places that people may or may not know about.

The murderer, the victim, the suspect, everyone's identity is clear, and everyone's fate is determined, just like a clichéd detective story written by a third-rate writer.

He just stood by, watching the murder happen, the murderer make excuses, and the detective show off his power.

He knew everything clearly, knew which helpless lamb was going to be killed, and knew which butcher knife the murderer would choose.

He didn't think about who had to be saved, nor did he think about who had to be judged.

But for some reason, on this ordinary night, looking at an ordinary moon, he suddenly felt that he understood more deeply what "audience" is.

The "audience" is like a moon hanging high in the sky.

The moon is something that is sometimes incomplete and sometimes full; sometimes it hangs in the blue sky and sometimes it is hidden behind clouds.
But no matter what people do, it always exists so quietly above the sky, silently overlooking the earth.

It's always watching you, whether you're looking at it or not.

Anhe is not the moon.

When he picks up the pen, starts writing stories, starts to have extra interest in certain things, and starts to be reluctant to give up certain things, he can no longer be a qualified "audience".

Only writers have the obsession to modify the plot. The audience just watches, occasionally criticizes the bad script, and then forgets about it, allowing time to decay it and turns to the next drama.

Looking at the bright moon, An He's eyes were blurred for a moment.

It’s actually quite funny, the audience is not neutral, the thief is upright, and the fortune teller doesn’t believe in fate.

A touch of warmth came up gently from behind, and brown hair brushed against the back of his neck.

An He was slightly stunned, and a pair of hands gently wrapped around her waist.

"Don't be confused."

Miyano Shiho's gentle whisper appeared in his ears.

"I will be your eternal 'anchor'."

"It doesn't matter even if it's foggy. We can hold the torch together to see the way forward."

"I will always believe in you."

Anhe's heart suddenly calmed down.

He put his hand over Miyano Shiho's hand and suddenly smiled bitterly.

What a failure, as a viewer.