Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

It sends chills down your spine.

Instinctively covering his mouth, Conan felt a churning in his stomach.

Although I've seen this kind of bloody scene many times before, seeing it now still makes me feel very uncomfortable.

Is Chiba a poisonous place?

After calming his churning stomach, Conan couldn't help but think.

I feel like every time I come to Chiba, I encounter some very bloody murder cases.

Although I often encountered murder cases in Tokyo, the ones in Chiba were particularly bloody.

'Luckily, Xiaolan didn't come along.'

Conan couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Although Xiaolan is very strong in combat, it still doesn't change the fact that she is a girl.

Seeing this scene would definitely make me throw up, and I'd have nightmares about it.

'First, rule out suicide.'

Conan carefully observed the scene, and thought to himself with amusement.

After all, the story of being shot seven or eight times in the back and ultimately ruled a suicide is absurd, but what's even more absurd is that it actually happened in reality.

It can only be said that novels require logic, but reality does not.

Conan makes these jokes to relieve some of his inner pressure.

Even he would feel a lot of pressure from such a bloody scene.

Not everyone can be like the characters in novels, remaining unmoved no matter what the situation.

Anyway, Conan himself couldn't do it.

Carefully stepping over the bloodstains flowing freely on the ground, Conan carefully examined the corpse in front of him.

His wide eyes looked as if he had seen something incredible or even terrifying.

Following the direction of his gaze, Conan could only see a white ceiling and door frame.

Frowning, Conan felt that something was amiss.

But I don't know what's wrong.

I only vaguely sensed something.

But I couldn't quite grasp that feeling for the time being.

The gaze remained fixed on the corpse, and behind the glasses, a serious expression appeared in the eyes that did not belong to a child of that age.

The body was badly damaged.

Frowning, Conan felt a sense of unease.

Crouching down and staring at the bleeding hand, Conan felt a voice in his head telling him that there was a very important clue here.

It could be intuition, or it could be a habit developed from years of solving cases.

When Conan sees a murder case, his first attention is always drawn to the victim's fingers.

Unless the victim is killed instantly without any resistance, there will always be some skin flakes or other debris remaining between their fingers...

Ok?

At that moment, Conan seemed to realize something.

So clean.

The gaps between this person's fingers are far too clean.

Although I work as a waiter during mealtimes, it's normal for my fingers to be clean.

However, in this case, there should be some residue between the fingers.

And on the door frame.

I turned my head instinctively and saw that there were some bloodstains on the opened cubicle door and door frame.

But that's too little.

The amount of blood ejected should not be this small.

There should even be some on the ceiling.

but.

Conan took a few steps back, staring intently at the corpse in the cubicle.

A tall figure, whose exact outline was not clearly visible, gradually took shape in Conan's mind.

Isn't he a bit too tall?

The moment the character's outline was completed, Conan realized the problem.

This height would definitely make someone stand out in a crowd.

But it didn't.

Is there anything I've missed?

Conan's attention returned to the case itself.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

This case seems to have exceeded his expectations.

"Oh my, this is really..."

At the restaurant entrance, a petite girl looked at the restaurant with some surprise.

I originally thought this era was the happy era that some teachers talked about, but now it seems that it is not entirely true.

Shinobu Kocho sighed slightly.

Indeed, that kind of era only exists in ideals; it doesn't exist.

Just like my sister's dream.

At this moment, Shinobu Kocho had already taken off her haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform.

She wore black trousers with purple patterns on her lower body, and a white and purple striped coat on her upper body, with a pure white short-sleeved shirt underneath.

She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her nose and a small, delicate purple wristband on her wrist.

It seems to fit Shinobu Kocho's own attributes quite well.

Don't ask her why she wears a coat in the summer.

I'm happy to answer the question.

Look at the Demon Slayer Corps members, they wear uniforms all year round, and many Pillars even wear a haori over their uniforms.

"Even though we live in a society governed by the rule of law, these kinds of things are still unavoidable."

Asukai Kiki, who was standing next to Shinobu Kocho, said.

Although Shinobu Kocho has spent most of her time studying systematically these past few days, she has unexpectedly become good friends with Kiki Asukai.

Perhaps it's because the two share similar views on many aspects.

The two chatted for a few minutes at the restaurant entrance before preparing to leave.

Murder cases are not within their scope of responsibility.

Just as the two were about to leave, an unexpected figure appeared at the scene.

"I remember you were the one next to Luo Zhen."

Yato, holding a long sword, looked at Asui Kiki and Kocho Shinobu with some surprise.

What a coincidence!

Chapter 741, Section 762: The twentieth memory erasure is complete!

"You are... Mr. Yato?"

Looking at Yato in front of him, Asukai Kiki was somewhat surprised.

If she remembered correctly, Yato had been investigating some case for some time now.

This was probably before Luo Zhen went to Tokyo.

Yato even ran all the way to Hokkaido.

Seeing this in Chiba now is somewhat unexpected.

"I'm tracking down a really troublesome guy."

"In the end, I came back to Chiba after going around in circles."

Seemingly sensing Asukai Kiki's confusion, Yato readily agreed.

As for Shinobu Kocho, who was by Asukai Kiki's side, Yato probably had some impression of her.

It seems that Luo Zhen acted as an intermediary during summer vacation and brought her back from another world.

Yato naturally knew that Ryouma could travel between worlds at will.

But Yato had no intention of going back.

Yato's original goal was to own a shrine through his own efforts and to have a place of his own in Takamagahara.

But for now, Yato's goal remains to strive to own his own shrine.

But Takamagahara and such.

Yato said he didn't care.

To be honest, he didn't have many pleasant memories of that world.

Compared to his days as the God of Night Divination, he was happier as the Five Elements God, Yato.

It's enough to occasionally go back and visit my few friends.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"nothing."

Yato waved his hand casually and said.

His gaze remained fixed on a certain direction within the restaurant.

Noticing this, Asukai Kiki and Kocho Shinobu quickly took their leave.

"Is this God?"

Shinobu adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and looked at Yato's figure with a somewhat enigmatic tone.

To be honest, most people have had a moment when they desperately wished that God was real and that God could hear their prayers.

Shinobu Kocho is the same.

But she later realized that God did not exist.

At the very least, a god who would have mercy on humanity does not exist in her world.

After that, Shinobu Kocho lost all faith in God.

Especially with the presence of Doma, that evil spirit who runs a religious cult.

"I guess so. Although he is a god, he is more like a powerful human being than the omnipotent gods in mythology."

Asukai Kiki shrugged and said.

At first, Asukai Kiki was also very shocked when she heard that Yato was the God of War.

But it was later discovered that Yato, this god, was more like a powerful human.

Even with full firepower, it's nothing more than cutting down a building or leveling a valley.

Although they are very powerful, they are nothing compared to the gods in mythology.

It has neither the immense power to move mountains and fill seas, nor any mysterious or unpredictable means.