I teach kendo in Tokyo

Mikako was still greeting Kazuma: "Come on! This barbecue looks very good, and the apple candies over there feel delicious too!"

Kazuma smiled and said, "It's good, just eat it and don't worry about me. I'll show up at the social office."

"Eh~~~" Mikako drawled a long sound to express her dissatisfaction.

Kazuma originally wanted to ignore her, but today she was too cute, and cute children can enjoy special treatment, so Kazuma reassured her: "I will go to the social office to show my face, and I will be back soon, and then I will go shopping with you." "

"Really? Come and pull the hook."

Seeing Mikako with such a luxurious figure making such innocent girlish movements, Kazuma couldn't help but obey her, stepped forward and hooked her little finger with his right little finger.

At this moment, He Ma suddenly wanted to copy a song called "Cooking Fingers and Swearing".

The Chinese motto when pulling the hook is that the hook will not change for a hundred years, while the Japanese motto emphasizes that those who break the promise will swallow a thousand needles.

After the hook was drawn, Mikako let go of his hand, and then patted Kazuma on the shoulder hard: "Go! Come back after the matter is done, and I will replace you with Qingliu Liu!"

Qingliu: "Huh? What? What do you want from me?"

Kazuma: "Please, Seiruru! Keep an eye on this monkey for me."

"Why are you calling me Seiryuu, Kazuma! Really..." Although Seiryu frowned, she still took a few steps forward and looked at Mikako, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it with you. ."

"I want to go over there and play throwing rings!" Mikako said.

"Don't you want to eat? Why do you want to wear a ring all of a sudden?"

"That's it when you get excited!"

Mikako skipped towards the center of the shrine square, and Haruyu followed her with an unhappy look on her face, just like Shin-chan in the comic Crayon Shin-chan who was forced to walk his dog.

The other girls from the Kiryu Dojo are now gathering in front of the stall selling apple candy.

Kazuma looked at each other and Tamamo, who was licking the candy apple happily, turned around and walked towards the social office.

Seiryu has the fighting ability to follow Mikako, and Tamamo looks at everyone, and there should be nothing to worry about.

God, please don’t be cold.

The shrine office was also newly decorated. There were three shrine maidens sitting in the sales window on the first floor. However, it was still early and not many people came to visit the festival, so no one visited the shrine office. The three shrine maidens were chatting idly.

The one sitting in the middle of the three miko was Hiroko, but she had put on makeup and used concealer to deal with the freckles on her face. She looked much more beautiful than when Kazuma met her before.

The other two miko may be Hiroko's friends.

Kazuma came to the sales window and asked, "The Lord God invited me over to talk about something."

"Eh? Ah, Mr. Kiryu!" Hiroko smiled, "The Master is in his office at the back, but I didn't hear him say he was waiting for you."

"He's waiting for me." Kazuma emphasized without any doubt, "Then I'll go over."

After that, he turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the social office.

When he turned around, he heard Hiroko's friend ask Hiroko: "Is this Kiryu-sensei? He is more handsome than expected."

"That's what boys in Tokyo are like. I wonder if he will be attracted to..."

"Don't think about it. I have a group of beautiful female apprentices. I've met a few of them, and they are all so beautiful that girls will be attracted by them."

Arriving at the main entrance of the community office, Kazuma met several strong men carrying festival flags and other decorations.

These people all wear Tourism Promotion Association armbands.

Kazuma passed by the group of people and entered the social office. He saw that the social office, which was quite neat when he came here, was now filled with all kinds of things.

A young man wearing a tourism promotion association armband was holding a writing pad. When Kazuma came in, he asked directly: "What are you here to get?"

"I'm here to see the Lord of God." He Ma said.

"He's in his office." The young man pointed to the passage leading inside.

Kazuma nodded and observed the young man carefully as he walked inside - it stands to reason that there should be no young people on the hot spring street. After all, even the hostesses in the hotel are all aunties in their thirties.

Suddenly seeing a young man in his early twenties, Kazuma naturally had to pay more attention.

"Is there something on my face?" the young man asked, noticing Kazuma's gaze.

Kazuma: “There don’t seem to be many young people in the local area, so I think it’s quite novel.”

"I have been responsible for clerical work in the village office. The young people who stay here are either working as clerks or killing time at the Fire and Disaster Mitigation Department." The other party explained with a smile, "Now there is not enough manpower, so I came out from the office to help. "

Kazuma said "Oh", stopped looking at the man, and strode into the passage leading to the back.

He walked to the door of the Divine Master's office with ease and gently knocked on the sliding door.

"Ota-san, I'm here."

There was silence on the other side of the sliding door.

He Ma was speechless—no way, right?

He directly opened the sliding door, and then saw the Lord of God lying on the table.

"Here comes someone!" Kazuma shouted loudly, "Something happened to the Lord God!"

He did not enter the office immediately because he suddenly had an idea, and a scene in some detective novels in which the first discoverer of the crime was framed as the murderer came to his mind.

The first person to arrive was the young man in charge of distributing supplies: "What's going on?"

"Lord God, something happened. Call the doctor!"

"knew!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, another middle-aged man's voice sounded: "What's going on?"

The young man who distributed supplies said: "Doctor Fujita! The one who said something happened to the Lord God."

"oh?"

A middle-aged man named Fujita appeared in Kazuma's sight carrying a box with a red cross, followed by the young man just now.

"The doctor came so quickly." He Ma said.

"Because I'm at the shrine office, preparing to deal with those injured in tonight's festival. The stone steps in front of this shrine are particularly easy to sprain your feet. Every year, there are a bunch of tourists who have to deal with them." Dr. Fujita answered while walking towards the shrine's office. Come.

Kazuma then asked: "Your accent doesn't sound like a local."

"Of course I am not. There is no doctor in this place, and you have to go to the town to see a doctor. But when we are developing tourism and building a hot spring resort, we can't just invite me here from Tokyo without a doctor. Please give in."

Kazuma stepped away from the door.

Dr. Fujita glanced at the office, and his tone immediately became urgent: "Taro, go call someone! Maybe you need to send him to a hospital in the town for emergency treatment."

"Understood." The young man following the doctor replied loudly, and Kazuma realized that his name was Taro.

While Taro turned around and ran away, Dr. Fujita stepped forward and squatted down in front of the shrine's low table, turned the shrine's hand over and felt for his pulse.

"I'm going to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation." He said seriously, "Come over and help me lay the person down."

Kazuma immediately stepped forward to help level the Lord God.

The doctor first checked the god's mouth and nose, then looked at whether there was any trauma on the body. Finally, he opened the skirt of the god's formal attire and started cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

At this time, Taro led several people from the Tourism Promotion Association over.

As soon as the leading uncle entered the office, he shouted: "Dr. Fujita, can he still preside over the ceremony?"

"You bastard! He can't even save his life!" Dr. Fujita cursed, while cardiopulmonary resuscitation did not stop at all.

Kazuma observed the man who came in and asked the god if he could still host the ceremony.

Judging from his expression, he should be considered a small boss, most likely a local, thirty to forty years old.

The man looked at the God Lord on the ground: "What's going on? Just now he was shouting and drinking at us in the square, and now he suddenly collapsed?"

"I don't know. Are the God's family members here? Can you tell me if he has a history of heart disease?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Taro answered on behalf of everyone: "The god's only relative is in Tokyo. Why don't you call Hiroko over and ask?"

"Shout here!"

Taro turned around and ran out of the room.

Kazuma was carefully observing the furnishings in the room.

He first tried to open the sliding door to the other side, and it opened easily.

——Hey, dear, this is not even a secret room. You can just open the sliding door from the outside and come in to commit murder. After you finish, you can just walk outside and run away.

He Ma steps out the door.

The outside is the edge, and going down from the edge is the muddy ground. The soil is very dry and hard, and there are no footprints.

So Kazuma looked up at the eaves.

He is a parkour master, and going to the bedroom is a routine operation for him.

——Not to mention the white-haired guy I chased for ten miles that night. He was Tarzan of the Apes who could fly among the treetops.

At this time, more people poured into the Lord's office.

"Mr. Fujita, what's wrong with the Lord God?" Hiroko also came in and asked anxiously.

"The situation is not very good, no, it is very bad. Does the Lord have a history of heart disease? Do you usually take any heart disease-related drugs?"

"No." Hiroko shook his head, "The Lord God has always been in good health, and he has always gone up the mountain to collect medicine this year, wearing that mountaineering suit. He may have stronger physical strength than me, and he can climb the stone steps in front of the shrine very quickly."

"That's strange." Dr. Fujita stopped CPR, felt for his pulse, and then shook his head, "I think it's better to let the police handle it."

"What? Let the police handle it? That's not okay!" the little boss just shouted again.

"Xiao Lin!" Dr. Fujita roared angrily, "Do you know that this person is dead?"

"So what? Doctor Fujita, do you know how many people in this hot spring street point to the tourist season for a year, and how many people are counting on this festival to subsidize their families? The festival will be stopped when the police come! No, this is absolutely not possible! "

Doctor Fujita pointed at the nose of the person named Xiaolin: "You! How could you say such rebellious words?"

"How could I be so rebellious? I didn't say that I couldn't call the police. I just didn't want to call the police now. After the festival is over, let the police come and investigate. It can't be like last year! Last year, it was because a college student died in the mountains. The huge battle directly scared away a bunch of tourists!

"If we do this again this year, everyone in the hot spring street will drink the northwest wind!"

Kazuma couldn't get a word in anyway, so he continued to investigate the room.

Unexpectedly, Xiaolin suddenly saw Kazuma, pointed at him and asked loudly: "What's going on with this strange face here?"

"Ah? Me?" Kazuma was stunned for a moment, but immediately explained, "The god called me in the evening and asked me to come to the shrine to meet him, saying that he had made an amazing discovery."

"What discovery?" Xiao Lin asked.

Kazuma: "How do I know? He should have made the call in the main hall of the social office. He said it was difficult to tell because there were so many people and asked me to come over and discuss it in detail."

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, Taro nodded and said: "Yes, the god did make a phone call in the evening, but I didn't hear what he said clearly. His voice was very low, and there were many people in the main hall of the social office at that time. Noisy."

There is a telephone in the main hall of the entire social office, and Hiroko, who sits at the sales window of the social office, usually answers the phone.

Xiaolin frowned and stared at Kazuma: "Why are you so mysterious? Who are you? What are you doing here?"

An uncle behind Xiaolin said: "He is Teacher Kiryu who lives in the hotel on the mountainside. He is a musician who comes here to create music."

"You are a musician at such a young age?" Xiao Lin shook his head, "How can a musician and a god master have such important matters and still avoid everyone in a mysterious way?"

Kazuma: "I am Kiryu Kazuma, a student at the University of Tokyo, and a student detective who has helped the police solve important cases many times."

He felt that if he didn't reveal his identity at this time, he would lose even his investigative powers.

A group of uncles led by Xiao Lin all showed surprised expressions.

Taro suddenly said "Oh": "I remembered! You are Kiryu Kazuma in that newspaper!"

The three words "in the newspaper" had great power on these country people, and Xiaolin and the others immediately looked at Kazuma with a different expression.

Kazuma: "Yes, I am the Kiryu Kazuma in the newspaper. I came to this hot spring resort for vacation and wrote some music. After the god knew that I was the Kiryu Kazuma, he entrusted me to investigate what happened last year."

The uncle behind Xiao Lin immediately started talking:

"What happened last year was about Meiji University, right?"

"That was an ordinary accident. That's how the police concluded it."

"No, it could also be a murder of love. My wife said she saw the girl from Meiji University arguing with the dead boy."

They kept talking about things that Kazuma already knew, but none of them were enough to constitute conclusive evidence to accuse Akanishi Kaede of killing her childhood sweetheart.

And Kazuma is more concerned about the Lord's affairs now.

Kazuma returned to the master from the door leading to the courtyard, squatted down, and asked Mr. Fujita: "Can you determine the cause of death?"

Dr. Fujita looked at the Master's face and shook his head: "I'm not a forensic doctor. I can only tell you that there are no obvious injuries on the body, no strangulation marks on the neck, and... well, there are no marks of blunt force blows on the top of the head. So I just said The first reaction was to suspect a heart attack.”

Kazuma nodded, then turned his gaze to the low table in the office.

There were tea cups, banknotes and other scattered items on the table. All of these were still placed on the table, indicating that the Lord God did not struggle when he died.

As long as he struggles, the table cannot be so tidy.

He should have died in a very peaceful state.

——Poison?

But can poison kill people so quietly?

Kazuma thought as he took out his gloves from his pocket - he got these gloves from the god, but he didn't have a chance to use them after taking them, so he didn't expect to use them now.

This is really a bit of black humor.

Taro saw Kazuma putting on gloves and sighed: "It feels so professional."

Kazuma glanced at him and asked casually: "Are you sure you saw the god on the phone in the evening?"

"Yes, didn't you also receive a call from the Lord God?"

"Then, the time of death should be between the time of the phone call and the time I break in." Kazuma put on his gloves and began to look through the objects on the table.