Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Chapter 1047 Strange Mask

The next morning, Conan walked listlessly down the street.

The fatigue on his face was clearly visible, and the prominent dark circles under his eyes proved that Conan had not slept well last night.

Although he really wanted to sleep a little longer, the oppressive atmosphere at home made him unable to resist running out.

After saying those things last night, Kogoro Mouri gave Conan almost no chance to refute him.

And then the Kudo couple, who were originally abroad, also rushed back.

Actually, Kogoro Mouri had been thinking about this for a while, so he contacted Eri Kisaki to discuss it with the Kudo couple.

Although Conan has some mental issues, the Kudo couple are actually quite nice people.

Kogoro Mouri felt that there shouldn't be any major problems.

The Kudo couple expressed their understanding and had been preparing for their return to Japan some time ago.

I happened to return to Japan yesterday afternoon, and I was originally planning to pack up and chat with Kogoro Mouri and Eri Kisaki today.

But I didn't expect that Conan would cause trouble again.

As Conan's father, Yusaku Kudo could probably guess what the kid was thinking.

After all, Conan's skills are basically all learned from Yusaku Kudo.

We still don't know exactly how many skills Shinichi Kudo learned in Hawaii that summer.

Back to topic.

Last night, Conan's mind was in a daze.

Perhaps it was out of guilt, or perhaps for some other reason.

But in the end, Conan was taken back to his home by the Kudo couple.

Although the Kudo residence has been uninhabited for a long time, it only needs a little tidying up.

To be honest, Conan's brain hasn't fully processed it yet.

All of this happened so fast.

After taking Conan back, the Kudo couple didn't say much.

I only gave a few simple instructions.

But this attitude only made Conan more uncomfortable.

Conan knew very well that if nothing was wrong, his mother would definitely tease him in various ways, playing little pranks or something.

But this attitude shows that his parents might really be disappointed this time.

Conan is aware that he has some problems, but he doesn't know how to bring it up.

After all, teenage boys are often too competitive and concerned about saving face.

It's funny, but it seems that Conan has spent too much time in elementary school, so his mental age has regressed along with it.

At the beginning, he considered the issues very comprehensively, which showed that he had thought about them very seriously.

But now, he gives people the feeling of a genius but willful child.

That's true, after all, a 17-year-old high school student is indeed a child.

He can hardly be considered a mature adult.

"Eh......"

Sighing, Conan felt utterly lost.

On the bright side, at least it will be much easier for me to continue investigating the case later.

With my parents' connections, I should be able to find more useful information.

Conan slapped his face hard, forcing himself to cheer up.

Although she ran away from home because she couldn't stand the atmosphere there.

But to be honest, Conan himself doesn't know where he should go right now.

Maybe I should wander around and wait for cases and murderers to come to me?

Thinking of this, Conan chuckled self-deprecatingly.

I might actually have some kind of unlucky constitution.

Even Sonoko has complained about this.

She's hardly ever seen any delinquents in her life.

But I've seen plenty of psychopathic killers, kidnappers, and terrorists.

They've even gotten used to it.

Really.

Before he knew it, Conan had arrived at a shrine.

Mihana Shrine is a shrine with a relatively long history.

It is said to have a long history, but in reality, it is only about fifty years old.

But there are indeed no older shrines nearby.

Conan remembers that when he and Ran came here in elementary school, there were quite a lot of people who came to worship.

But there aren't many people there now.

The shrine was once on the verge of falling into disrepair.

Some time ago, this shrine was acquired by a wealthy person and turned into a semi-open shrine.

Simply put, outsiders can come in to pray and worship, but there will be no guides or other services that a shrine should provide.

You can worship by yourself, and leave on your own after you're done. Don't touch anything or come towards this temple.

That's probably what it means.

Lost in thought, Conan unconsciously wandered into the shrine.

Although the Beika Shrine, which was renovated after being acquired, has lost its original charm, it is still much better than its previous dilapidated and desolate state.

At least it has been passed down.

"Someone's already taken."

Conan was surprised to find that people were actually worshipping at this time when he arrived at the temple.

And it looks very special.

As a detective who idolizes Sherlock Holmes, Conan has always strived to emulate Holmes.

For example, one can determine a person's profession and habits through 'simple' observations.

Although they are still a long way from being Sherlock Holmes, they can still make some simple judgments.

The tall, muscular man in front of him made Conan unsure of what to do.

Even though his tall stature was covered by a large brown robe, one could still see the explosive power hidden within him.

A very long scar ran across his entire forehead.

Buddhist prayer beads were wrapped around her neck and in her hands.

Although there was some distance between them, the sound of them chanting Buddhist scriptures could still be faintly heard.

Strangely, the burly man in front of me, who was reciting Buddhist scriptures, had his eyes closed and was in tears.

Why would a monk come to a shrine?

Conan was a little confused.

and..........

A glance at the part of the man's robe that was exposed revealed clearly showed signs of training.

The abnormal calluses on his palms further proved that this person's identity was far from simple.

"It's just a child."

Sensing something, the burly man turned around and looked at Conan.

Upon seeing that it was a child, the abbot of Beiming Island chanted "Amitabha."

Then she closed her eyes again.

Although his eyes had been healed after arriving in this world, he still habitually kept them closed.

Sometimes, closing your eyes and not looking can prevent you from seeing a lot of dirty things.

As Gyomei Himejima made his move, Conan also noticed the other hand that wasn't being used in a greeting.

He held a strange mask in his hand.

The crimson mask had a gaping, ferocious mouth, and its gray eyebrows shot upwards.

It looks like the face of a demon or monster.

For some reason, Conan felt a brief moment of disorientation when he saw that mask.

...It must be because I didn't sleep well last night.

Chapter 1048 The Heroic Duo

Conan forcefully shook the dazed feeling out of his mind and continued to scrutinize the man in front of him.

This man didn't seem like the kind of person who lived in the city.

Instead, he seemed more like a monk practicing asceticism alone in the deep mountains and forests.

Moreover, he's a martial monk, the kind who can kill wild beasts with his bare hands.

It's no wonder Conan thought that way; Gyomei Himejima's muscular physique was simply too intimidating.

It has a strong visual impact; those who like muscles would probably be unable to take their eyes off it at first glance.

In fact, Conan is the same now.

Men's pursuit of 'big' is ingrained in their bones.

They pursue size in everything.

This is an instinct etched into a man's DNA.

In other words, those who smelt copper are not human (crossed out).

It's said that moderate exercise attracts the opposite sex, while excessive exercise attracts the same sex.

That's probably the reason.

Feeling Conan's gaze, Gyomei Himejima calmly placed the mask in his hand into a suitcase.

There were two suitcases at his feet.

One is used to hold masks, and the other, which is slightly larger, doesn't seem to have any use for the time being.

"Have you got everything sorted out on your end?"

Just as Conan was sizing up the man in front of him, a strange voice came from behind.

Turning around, he saw a fierce-looking man with short white hair, bloodshot eyes, and covered in wounds staring at him with displeasure.

He also had a bag that looked like a sword pouch on his back.

How could there be a child?

Frowning, Sanemi Shinazugawa said with a displeased expression.

His expression looked extremely displeased, as if he was about to rush up and kick Conan at any moment.

But in reality, Sanemi Shinazugawa simply felt that the child in front of him looked somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember it for the time being.

Although he has already joined the branch in Tokyo, Sanemi Shinazugawa is more like a lone wolf most of the time.

He wasn't particularly interested in what happened inside the base; he just kept carrying out missions, resting, and then carrying out more missions.