How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"It won't be that the car is broken, I'll go down and take a look."

Uncle Maori got out of the car directly, checking in front and behind the car, Conan in the car followed early, Xiaoran also went down in order to take care of Conan, leaving Kazama Tsuru alone in the car with a pale face.

In fact, he originally wanted to get out of the car with him, but Xiaolan saw that it was windy outside, so he held down Kazama Tsuru and let him stay in the car to rest.

Kazama Tsuru did not shirk, he was really afraid that he would cough up blood, and then he might not have any big problems, but he scared others.

Most people's thinking goes like this: coughing up blood = tuberculosis = contagious = staying away.

To sum up: blame this damn system for doing things.

Anyway, for now, this system will bring more trouble to Kazama Tsuru than it will bring him benefits.

The three Maori uncles looked around the car, and after less than half a minute, they found the problem.

"It's a flat tire, it's this stone, just ran over it directly, and the tire burst."

Uncle Maori touched his chin with his hand and stared at the obviously deflated tire in thought.

"Ah, if you have a flat tire, Dad, did you bring a spare tire?"

"How can a rented car have a spare tire."

Anyway, Uncle Maori will not admit that he forgot to bring a spare tire because of drinking.

"So what to do, now that I'm on the mountain, there are very few people, if you want to walk back the same way to stop the car on the side of the road, I don't know if Brother Kazama can hold it..."

said Xiaolan, lowering her head worriedly.

"Let's just say, why do you bring this little devil who is not in good health when you come out to play in the mountains."

"I know it's wrong, but what to do now, dad, you have to think of a way!"

Kazama Tsuru heard the sound of leaving the car, and a cold wind from the mountains blew through, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough.

"Ahem... Actually, I, I'm okay..."

"Brother Kazama, why did you come out!" If you're like this, don't be stubborn.

Xiaolan stepped forward worriedly, watching Kazama Tsuru coughing almost speechless, thought about it, and ran back to the car to find cough medicine.

Conan didn't pay attention to everyone's chat, he looked into the woods from a distance for a long time, and suddenly turned to Uncle Maori and said.

"Uncle Māori, look there!"

Watching Kazama Tsuru cough and thinking solemnly about what to do, Uncle Maori followed Conan's fingers and looked over.

Inside the woods in the distance, a temple looms around a corner.

At this time, Kazama Tsuru also eased up a little, looked over, and also found the temple, vaguely remembering some plots.

A man hanging high inside the temple... Cherry blossom...... Waterfall....

So it seems that in the original plot, how many people also lived in the temple?

"Ahem... Mr. Māori, go to that temple, it's getting late, and it looks like it's going to rain soon, and it's not convenient to go down. "

Brother Kazama, medicine."

Kazama Tsuru breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and took the medicine handed by Xiaolan and took a sip, it was cool and cool, and he felt that his throat was indeed much more comfortable.

"Thank you, Xiaolan."

"Okay, it's almost time and let's go, it's really going to rain, if we hurry up, we may be able to get to that temple before it rains."

The four men set off towards the temple.

The speed of several people going up the mountain is not actually fast, after all, the speed of a group is determined by the slowest person.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that it was not Kazama Tsuru who dragged everyone down the slowest, but Uncle Maori who did not exercise all year round.

Kazama Tsuru was only a little slower than Xiaoran because of his body.

"Whew... You guys...... Wait for me..."

Uncle Maori was behind him.

"Dad, you're faster, even Brother Kazama is faster than you, it's really bad."

Xiaolan turned around and looked at the way Uncle Maori was panting against the tree, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Uncle Maori's figure management is actually not bad, not as good as the normal middle-aged uncle's blessed body shape, but due to daily alcoholism, almost all exercise comes from chasing and escaping cats and dogs, and it has become what it is now on climbing.

Conan looked back at Uncle Maori and pretended to think of it casually.

"Well, when I watched TV before, I seemed to see that there was an introduction to the temple, and there seemed to be a very beautiful female host in the temple

!!..."

Kazama Tsuru looked at Uncle Maori with a flash of light in his eyes, and then instantly rode like a stimulant.

"Hurry up, you guys!"

Fanned the dust raised and coughed Kazama Tsuru for half a day: ......

The horns on her head were messed up for a moment: ...

Conan of Half Moon Eye: ......

Then the crowd sped up and finally reached the temple as the rain grew heavier.

The plaque on the top of the temple reads: Shanni

Temple Shanni Temple ah... Mist Tengu!!

Kazama Tsuru remembered the key.

This temple has the legend of Kiri Tengu!!

Who is he, a writer who writes travelogues and local folklore, and when he sees the mountain mud temple, does he have to think about how to solve the case for the first time?

He's not Conan's detective dog.

And what to stop the case from happening, he clearly remembers the few cases that are worth stopping, and the rest are the cases that are not worth stopping.

Die and die.

Unlike Conan, he has complete respect and protection for life.

If you want to talk about a person, he is more like the Poirot detective in the Orient Express murder case, when the murderer has a determination to bear the consequences, when the deceased should really pay the price of death for his actions....

Dead, then die.

"It's raining heavily."

"Now there is no choice at all, and it is impossible to go down tonight."

"I can only spend the night here."

Everyone walked up the temple's steps.

"Is anyone there?"

"Anyone?"

Just shouting, an eerie and hoarse voice appeared from behind.

"What are the noble things of the benefactors?"

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound, and it was an elderly host.

He had a bare head, a long gown, long eyebrows and a beard, a hooked nose, and a wrinkled face, which looked a bit of a monster on this somewhat dark rainy day.

Xiao Lan screamed in fright, and her face turned white.

Kazama Tsuru discovered this old host for the first time, but after turning around and seeing his face, he was also stunned.

Uncle Maori looked surprised, and then his emotions visibly low, and suddenly looked at the old abbot expectantly as if he had returned to the light.

"Excuse me, is there another host in your temple?"

Old host: ???

"Nope." The old host looked confused, and after answering the strange question of Uncle Maori he directly turned his head to look at Kazama Tsuru, who seemed to be a little more reliable, and did not care about Uncle Maori who was full of low air pressure.

"I mean, what are you doing here? It won't be a newspaper or TV reporter, right? "

Uh

Several people looked at each other, beanie eyes, not knowing what the old host was doing.