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

Conan looked at Kazama Tsuru, who had just returned.

"Brother Kazama, have you finished reading the temple?"

"Well, I looked inside and outside the temple." Kazama Tsuru smiled.

"This temple is some years old, it should be a building that was built in the Edo period, although the whole is not tall, but in the details of the building, cough... But there is, it looked like it was at that time..."

Kazama Tsuru coughed as he said, took the water handed by Xiaoran and took a sip, which was better.

"Whew... The temple combines various Western furnishings and design details, and the whole has a local Japanese appearance, with tile roofs, thick earthen walls as the base, cough... This is a typical "Tibetan building", which is the same type of attraction building as Saitama Prefecture.

"This benefactor really knows a lot about this."

After knowing Kazama Tsuru's identity as a writer, Tennaga has always had a good face in the face of him.

Kazama Tsuru felt a panic in his chest, the smell of blood in his breathing became heavier and heavier, and every breath became more and more difficult.

It's like a balloon confined in a container, reaching a certain limit, no matter how hard you inhale, no oxygen comes in.

Uncomfortable....

Kazama Tsuru straightened up, stretched his chest as much as possible, his face was sickly red, and he looked better than before.

"Whew... After all, it is normal to write this, understand some, and it is normal..." He

really did not have the memory of the original owner, but after so many days, he did not inquire at all.

At least he read the books written by the original owner carefully, and recorded the places that the original owner had been to in the books, and memorized the special people he met during the journey.

Xiaolan watched Kazama Tsuru sit up straight, her complexion was better, and she was secretly happy.

"Brother Kazama is indeed very knowledgeable!"

Shinichi too, knows a lot of things....

Suddenly thinking of Kudo Shinichi, who had disappeared for a long time, Xiaoran fell low.

Shinichi... Where are you....

"Ahem, the Edo period, also known as the Tokugawa period and the shogunate period, comes from the rule of the Tokugawa family and the shogunate, which controlled the entire country at that time..."

Uncle Maori listened to his daughter praise another man, and finally put down the chopsticks in his hand and proudly said a piece of historical knowledge.

"I know a lot!"

"Hmm... Dad, these are all things that will be learned in middle school..."

"Ah, ahhhh, is that so?"

Uncle Maori scratched his head in embarrassment.

Conan knew more, but...

Kazama doesn't seem to be in a good mood right now....

Thinking about it, Conan didn't care too much about what Uncle Maori said, looked up at Kazama Tsuru who was in a state of nothing, and then said in an innocent and immature voice.

"Is Brother Kazama uncomfortable? I feel like you're coughing harder~" "

Huh?"

Xiao Lan turned her head when she heard this and looked at Kazama Tsuru's face carefully, but before she could see it clearly, the Tenyong host next to her interjected.

"This benefactor's face is indeed not very good, the wind is cold on the mountain, and the visiting guests are always uncomfortable with getting sick, but after coughing for so long, it looks more and more serious, and it is really not good..."

Host Tianyong thought for a while and looked at Xiu Nian next to him.

"Xiu Nian, you go and find some medicine for this benefactor, I remember earlier..."

Thank you for the kindness of the host, but it should be no need, phew... I've taken medicine before, and it's not good to eat more

..." Kazama Tsuru covered his chest and gasped heavily, "But I'm really not very comfortable, or bother Master Xiunian to take me to rest..."

Brother Kazama, you haven't eaten yet..."

"I'll leave a little for Brother Kazama!"

"Let the Kazama kid go to sleep first, if he wants to eat, just go to the kitchen at night."

Uncle Maori hit the nail on the head, and finally became serious.

So Kazama Tsuru followed Xiunen to the room.

Xiu Nian has a very good personality, seeing that Kazama Tsuru's current situation is inconvenient, he helped him make his bed, made all the preparations, and when Kazama Tsuru was lying down, he also helped him pull the quilt.

"Donor, the little monk is not far away, if the donor needs it, you can call me at any time."

After that, Xiu Nian got up and prepared to walk out of the room.

"Wait."

Behind him, Kazama Tsuru's voice, which was a little muted from coughing, sounded.

"Master Xiunian... I know the truth about the Kirito Dog incident in the first place. "

！！！

Xiu Nian was shocked and suddenly stopped.

Time passed little by little, and a lot of things happened overnight, Kazama Tsuru heard the rumbling waterfall water as if it was a little louder, and heard a scream from Uncle Maori in the middle of the night.

Also, walking back and forth several times in front of the door of my room, approaching, moving away, approaching, staying away... The sound of hesitant footsteps.

However, maybe it was woken up several times in the middle of the night and lost his mental strength, Kazama Tsuru felt gradually getting more and more tired from sleeping, and in the end, it was like a ghost pressing the bed, obviously he could hear the outside world vaguely, but he couldn't open his eyes.

There was also a sharp pain in the chest, and the warm liquid gradually flowed to the corners of the mouth...

Conan, Xiaolan, Uncle Maori and a group of monks got up early in the morning and gathered together in the dining room to prepare breakfast.

Several of them looked like they hadn't slept well, yawning constantly, all of them woken up by the screams of Uncle Maori last night.

Uncle Maori could only laugh and touch the back of his head, all of which Xiaolan made trouble last night.

Xiaolan didn't dare to go to the toilet alone, and even woke him and Conan up to accompany him, and even scared people with the tengu mask hanging on the wall...

"Huh? Where did Tianyong host? At

this time, a monk mentioned this matter, and the complaining crowd realized that there was one less person.

"By the way, there is also Brother Kazama, and Brother Kazama is not there!"

"Brother Kazama, I went over to see it in the morning, his quilt is bulging, he should still be asleep."

"That's good."

"That's the host is gone!"

"Go check it out!"

The four monks and Xiaolan scattered to look for someone, and soon, Kuan Nian who went to the Zen room let out a scream, attracting everyone.

Uncle Maori stared at the Tianyong host hanging on the beam of the room and shouted out the classic sentence.

"Xiaolan, go to the police!"

Conan also shouted out another sentence in shock at the same time, "It's the masterpiece of the Mist Tengu!" "

The body of Tianyong who hangs high on the beam, a big hole in the wall next to it... Everything is consistent with the legend of the Kiritengu.

Except for the beautiful girl.

Soon, Officer Twilight led the team to the scene.

As soon as he arrived, he immediately cordoned off the scene and followed a monk to the Zen room.

But just as everyone was checking and explaining what had happened, a police officer came quickly.

"Twilight Police Department, it's not good! We found another deceased in another room!!

"Another deceased?"

"The only ones who were not at the scene were..."

"Brother Kazama!!"

Xiao Lan exclaimed and ran in a hurry.

At the door of the room, several police officers were standing to guard the "scene".

"Brother Kazama... Whew..."

Xiaolan couldn't help crying when she looked at the picture in the room, she covered her face and tried to endure, but she still showed a little broken cry.

In the room, Kazama Tsuru's face was pale, one hand was on his chest, his head was tilted to the side, the corners of his mouth were still stained with blood, the pillow had been stained red with blood, and the bits and pieces of hair were stuck to the pillow by dried blood.