Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

There might be some reason for that, but Toru Tono has never cared about the life or death of people other than those close to him. Even though Ai Haibara is one of his favorite characters, he and Akemi Miyano are not really close.

For the points rewarded by the system? But just as she said, she clearly had more than 100,000 ways to make her obey, but she chose the one that was most advantageous to her.

why?

Shiho Miyano watched him quietly, and he watched the waterfall quietly.

They were all waiting for an answer.

On the top floor of the mountain temple, shrouded in mist, Toru Tono finally remembered the only scene in "Detective Conan" that had moved him.

After Professor Hirota's murder, the shrunken Shiho Miyano lost control of her emotions for the only time. She grabbed Conan's collar and cried out in despair.

The woman from the Black Organization, who is usually calm and strong and exudes a strong sense of pressure from the moment she appears, is actually just an 18-year-old girl.

"Probably so that you wouldn't cry anymore." Tohru Tohru blurted out his thoughts, which he almost never said aloud.

“Cry? I don’t have that kind of cowardly emotion.”

"Who knows."

Shiho Miyano looked into his eyes but couldn't detect his usual playful mood.

She fell silent, gazing at the fallen petals below the mountain, imagining how she would feel when she learned of her sister's "death" from Gin.

Maybe I really will cry.

But that feeling will never come again.

The corners of her mouth gradually curved into a beautiful smile.

......

In the evening, Amuro Tooru was reading by lamplight.

That's not entirely accurate, since modern electronic products have screens that emit light, so they can work without the lights on.

But that's not good for his eyes, so Amuro Tooru kept the lights on while replying to the intelligence sent by his subordinates.

After dinner was his busiest working time of the day. Compared to the intelligence gathered from both the black and white lines and the numerous and complex work orders he needed to issue, his daytime odd jobs were as leisurely as a vacation.

After replying to all the emails, it was nearly midnight. Amuro Tooru put away his work phone, stared blankly at the ceiling, and tried to relax his overthinking brain.

Although it was normal sleeping time, Amuro Tooru's cerebral cortex was still in an excited state. After tossing and turning for a while, he decided to go out for a walk.

Walking down the now pitch-black corridor, I suddenly recalled the sanctimonious expression of the temple abbot, and felt a wave of nausea.

His move into this temple wasn't due to some coincidental "flat tire," but rather a mission assigned by the Black Organization.

—The seemingly virtuous and noble monk Ten'yō actually has some kind of cooperation with the most profitable part of the Black Organization for money.

He not only attracted tourists with the legend of the Fog Tengu and made a fortune by charging high prices for accommodation, but also sold the information of these tourists to the Black Organization, allowing them to expand their "business".

The thought of those powdery items sold to curious travelers weighed heavily on Amuro Tooru's mind.

There were even school children among them—or rather, it was precisely because they were young that they were more easily corrupted.

Every time Amuro Tooru thought about this, his hatred for the Black Organization deepened. Although he would switch the accommodation information he obtained this time, it was only because he was passing by. What would he do next time?

Amuro Tooru wants to destroy this "nest" of information dumping.

But what should they do? The monks don't like to go out, and unless something serious happens, it's almost impossible to attract the attention of the police... They also can't be too obvious, or the Black Organization will notice.

With that thought in mind, he strode toward the top floor of the temple.

Chapter 114 Temple Horror

I just wanted to see the scenery and clear my head, but I unexpectedly ran into someone I knew.

"Tono? Can't sleep either?"

He walked to the railing and glanced at Tohru Tono and her assistant, Ai Haibara, who were standing side by side.

For some reason, he felt that "Ai Haibara" looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen her before.

Perhaps a fashion magazine has a model whose image matches hers? After all, good-looking people easily leave a deep impression on others, and there's no reason why they wouldn't recognize someone they've met before.

"Ah, Mr. Amuro, I really couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come out for a walk." Tohno Tooru had already noticed someone approaching and guessed that it was Amuro Tooru.

He was curious about why the other person was there. The tire had just blown out and there was no spare tire. For an undercover agent who relied on caution to survive, it seemed more like an excuse.

However, there was no need to ask. At least the encounter was real, and even if there was another purpose, it posed no threat to me.

Amuro Tooru leaned against the railing next to Tohno Tooru, smiling as he looked at the very aloof Miyano Shiho: "You say you're an assistant, but are you actually her girlfriend?"

"Huh? How could that be? She's actually my sister's best friend, she has nothing to do with me." Tohno waved his hand with a smile.

"I see." Amuro Tooru nodded thoughtfully, as if he was pondering something.

"By the way, don't you think that old abbot is acting very strangely?" he continued to ask.

“Abbot Ten'ei? There are indeed some. His reaction when the legend of the ‘Mist Tengu’ was mentioned was too strange.” Toru Tohno tried his best to act in a manner consistent with his “detective” title. “It seems that there is more to this so-called legend than meets the eye.”

“Hmm.” Amuro Tooru nodded, seemingly agreeing. “Perhaps he deliberately spread that rumor.”

"Is Mr. Amuro also interested in solving cases? He has a very keen eye for observation."

"Is that so? I do indeed have plans to become a detective," Amuro Tooru said with a smile. "A detective's income must be much higher than a part-time job, right?"

"I don't know, I'm not a professional after all." Although he said that, Tohno Toru was willing to guarantee that Kogoro Mouri's income on the surface was definitely equivalent to the money that three Tooru Amuro would earn working part-time.

In the world of Detective Conan, only detectives can guarantee they'll never be unemployed, and they always get to take on big cases.

The two leaned against the railing, chatting idly. Shiho Miyano looked at the scenery in the distance without saying a word.

[Ding, Detective route system quest triggered: The Legend of the Mist Tengu Murder Case]

Mission Objective: To uncover the modus operandi of the "Fog Tengu Murderers".

Mission completion reward: 200 Detective Points, Transformation Potion

"Transformation potion"? Can it turn you into a mist tengu?

Lately, the system has been acting strangely, occasionally giving out some odd item rewards, but most of them are useless.

The last bottle of fire resistance potion was just like that. Tohru Tohru went back and tested it, and it basically had the same effect as the fire resistance potion in Minecraft.

The problem is that the most important factors causing death in fires are inhalation injuries from inhaling dense smoke and lack of oxygen, with skin burns being the last.

This medicine is only for preventing burns... Toru Tono can hardly think of any occasion where it could be used. Perhaps its biggest use is for performing magic tricks.

Tohno Toru withdrew his arm from the railing.

The system notification sounded, and a heat source on the infrared detection glasses he had been watching suddenly disappeared.

This fully proves that the deceased has appeared.

"It's getting late, let's go back and rest." He ignored the other person's questioning look and pulled Miyano Shiho back.

"Ah, in that case, I'll go back too." Amuro Tooru looked at the scenery at the edge of the cliff, but didn't find it very interesting, and was somewhat disheartened.

The three of them went downstairs together.

Under Toru Tono's deliberate or unintentional guidance, they bumped into the little monk Shunen at the staircase connecting the second and third floors.

"Ah...the guests are still awake so late." Xiu Nian looked terrified, and in the moonlight, you could see that his bald forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

What are you doing here so late?

Amuro Tooru frowned, suspicion creeping in.

He knew the abbot of the temple was not a good person, so he was wary of his disciples.

After all, birds of a feather flock together; if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will likely also be corrupt.

He was rushing around, sweating profusely—was he going to steal something? But the guest rooms weren't on the third floor...

"Ah, that's me... I've been reading scriptures until now, and I'm going upstairs to enjoy the scenery and relax."

Tohno noticed that the killer was hesitant and stammering, and he felt that this year's killer wasn't very mentally strong.

Even an amateur detective like Amuro Tooru could see that you have a problem, right?

As expected, Amuro Tooru's gaze became even more intense, carrying the imposing aura of a seasoned policeman.

Xiu Nian felt his gaze and didn't dare to lift her head.

"Judging from the direction you came from, it doesn't seem to be your own bedroom, does it?" Tohno Tooru was speechless at Amuro Tooru's attitude of trying to force the prisoner to tell the truth through intimidation. He remembered that the heat source disappeared in the direction of the solitary confinement cell.

Leaving the few people standing there, he walked down the stairs, turned a corner, and pushed open the door to the half-closed solitary confinement room.

The old monk Tianyong lay on the spot, his eyes wide open in death.

"Oh, so the old abbot has died." He calmly beckoned Amuro Tooru to look this way.

"Huh?" Amuro Tooru was startled. He grabbed the terrified Xiu Nian by the shoulder and pressed his face against the wooden wall like a prisoner being detained.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Tohno Toru.

Then I saw that he had calmly taken out his phone and called the police.

Such strong mental fortitude?

......

The next day.

"What's going on here?" Tachibana Mayo, who couldn't fall back asleep after being woken up in the middle of the night, slumped helplessly on the low table and complained, "Is it because you're just unlucky, boss?"

"I think it's because of you. I've never encountered anything like this when I go out on my own."

Toru Tono is determined to make non-stick pans.

The police officer who came to handle the case was Inspector Megure. According to him, he also handled the case two years ago, but unfortunately, there was insufficient evidence (no detective was present), so the case could only be closed as a suicide.

Toru Tono wasn't too surprised. It's said that due to customs and traditions in Japan, the profession of forensic pathologist is very rare. Many criminal cases are hastily closed as suicides because there's no way to conduct an autopsy. After all, without a modern system of criminal investigation, detectives aren't omnipotent. At least, detectives can't catch murderers who run away after committing a crime.

After Amuro helped Inspector Megure finish the case and watched the police leave, he suddenly approached Tohno Tooru: "Do you... have time to talk to me?"

"Huh?" Tohru Tohru was taken aback. "Is there something you need?"

Amuro Tooru glanced at Miyano Shiho and Tachibana Maya in the room.

Tohno Toru roughly understood what he meant, closed the door, and left the room.

Amuro Tooru led him to his room, brought him a cup of tea, and then stammered, "You... do you know 'Starlight'?"