How can I live next to Conan when I vomit blood from time to time?

Conan looked at Kazama Tsuru who had just returned.

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

"Well, I looked around the temple inside and outside." Feng Jianhe smiled

"This temple is quite old. It should have been built in the Edo period. Although it is not very tall, the details of the building, ahem... it has the appearance of that time.……"

Feng Jianhe started coughing as he spoke. He took the water Xiaolan handed over and drank a sip. Then he felt better.

"Phew… The temple combines various Western furnishings and design details, but it also has a local Japanese look overall, with a tiled roof and a thick earthen wall as the base. Ahem… This is a typical"Kura-zukuri architecture", the same type of architectural style as the tourist attractions in Saitama Prefecture."

"This donor really knows all this stuff."

After knowing Feng Jianhe's identity as a writer, the host Tianyong always had a good face towards him.

Feng Jianhe felt a tightness in his chest, and the smell of blood in his breath became stronger and stronger, and each breath became more and more difficult.

It was like a balloon trapped in a container, reaching a certain limit, no matter how hard he inhaled, no oxygen came in.

Uncomfortable...

Feng Jianhe straightened his body, stretched his chest as much as possible, his face had a sickly blush, and he looked better than before.

"Phew… After all, I am writing this, so it is normal to know a little bit.……"

He did not have the original owner's memory, but after so many days of traveling through time, he did not fail to inquire about it.

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

Xiaolan watched Feng Jianhe kneel straight and look better, and she was secretly happy.

"Brother Kazama is indeed very knowledgeable!"

Shinichi is also, he knows a lot of things...

Suddenly thinking of Kudo Shinichi who had disappeared for a long time, Xiaolan was depressed.

Shinichi... where are you?……

"Ahem, the Edo period, also known as the Tokugawa period or 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 praising another man, and finally put down his chopsticks and proudly told a piece of historical knowledge.

"I know a lot!"

"Um... Dad, these are things you learn in middle school.……"

"Ah, ahaha, is that so?"

Uncle Maori scratched his head awkwardly.

Conan knew more, but... something seemed wrong with Kazama now...

Thinking about it, Conan didn't pay much attention to what Uncle Maori said. He looked up at Kazama Tsuru who seemed to be fine for a while, and said in an innocent and tender voice

"Brother Kazama, are you feeling unwell? I feel like your cough is getting worse."

""Eh?"

Xiaolan turned around and looked at Fengjian He's expression carefully, but before she could see clearly, the host Tianyong next to her interrupted.

"The donor's complexion was indeed not very good. It was cold in the mountains, and visiting guests would always get sick due to the cold. But he had been coughing for so long, and it seemed to be getting worse. It was really not good.……"

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

"Xiu Nian, go find some medicine for this donor. I remember……"

"Ahem...thank you for your kindness, host, but I don't think it's necessary. Phew...I've taken medicine before, and taking more won't help.……"

Feng Jianhe covered his chest and breathed heavily,"But I really don't feel well, so I'd better trouble Master Xiu Nian to take me to rest.……"

"Eh? Brother Fengjian, you haven't eaten yet……"

"I'll save some for Brother Kazama!"

"Let Kazama go to sleep first. If he wants to eat, he can go to the kitchen at night."

Uncle Maori made the final decision and finally got serious.

So Kazama Tsuru followed Xiu Nian to the room.

Xiu Nian had a good personality. Seeing that Kazama Tsuru was in an inconvenient situation, she helped him make the bed and made all the preparations. After Kazama Tsuru was lying down, she also pulled the quilt for him.

"Donor, I am not far away. If you need me, you can call me at any time."

After saying that, Xiu Nian stood up and prepared to leave the room.

"Wait."

Behind him, Feng Jianhe's voice, which had become hoarse due to constant coughing, sounded

"Master Xiu Nian... I know the truth about the Mist Tengu incident."!!!

Xiu Nian was shocked and stopped immediately.

Time passed little by little, and a lot of things happened overnight. Feng Jianhe heard the rumbling sound of the waterfall seemed to be a little louder, and heard a scream from Uncle Maori in the middle of the night.

In addition, he walked back and forth at the door of his room several times, approaching, moving away, approaching, moving away... hesitant footsteps.

However, perhaps because he was woken up several times in the middle of the night and exhausted his energy, Feng Jianhe felt that he was getting more and more tired as he slept, and in the end it was like he was being paralyzed by a ghost. He could clearly hear the sounds from the outside world, but I just couldn't open my eyes.

My chest was aching, and warm liquid was flowing to the corners of my mouth...

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

They all looked like they hadn't slept well and kept yawning. They were all woken up by Uncle Maori's scream last night.

Uncle Maori could only smile and touch the back of his head. It was all because of Xiaolan last night. Xiaolan didn't dare to go to the toilet alone. Not only did she wake up Conan and him to accompany her, but she even used the Tengu mask hanging on the wall to scare people.……

""Hey? Where did Abbot Tianyong go?"

A monk brought up the matter, and the complaining people realized that someone was missing.

"By the way, there’s also Brother Kazama. Brother Kazama is not here either!"

"Brother Fengjian, I came this morning.���I have seen it. His blanket is bulging. He should still be asleep."

"That's good"

"That means the host is missing!"

""Go and have a look!"

The four monks and Xiaolan scattered around to look for people. Soon, Kuannian, who was going to the meditation room, screamed, attracting everyone.

Uncle Maori stared at the abbot Tianyong hanging on the beam and shouted the classic words

""Xiaolan, go call the police!"

Conan also shouted out another sentence in shock,"It's the work of Mist Tengu!"

The body of Master Tenyong hanging high on the beam, a big hole in the wall next to it... everything is consistent with the legend of Mist Tengu.

Except for the beautiful girl.

Soon, Inspector Megure led the team to the scene.

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

But just as everyone was checking and explaining what happened, a police officer ran over

"Inspector Megure, it's bad! We found another dead person in another room!!"

"Another dead person?"

"The only one not present……"

""Brother Fengjian!!!"

Xiaolan screamed and ran over in a hurry.

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

"Brother Kazama... woooo……"

Xiaolan couldn't help crying when she saw the scene in the room. She covered her face and tried to hold it back, but she still cried a little.

In the room, Feng Jianhe's face was pale, one hand on his chest, his head tilted to one side, there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, the pillow was stained red with blood, and the scattered hair was stuck to the pillow by the dried blood.