Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Sakura Snow Festival?"

During the meal, Gao Cheng visited Aunt Jimmy's husband who was not in good health, and suddenly heard that the village would hold a festival.

"Yeah, the day after tomorrow," Auntie Jimei smiled when she was helping Xiao Ai with food, "Originally he was also going to help, and it was a ceremony that lasted for three hundred years in this village."

"But why is it called the Cherry Snow Festival?" Gao Cheng asked strangely.

"It's different from Tokyo here," Aunt Jimmy laughed softly, "The cherry blossoms in full bloom will be covered with snowflakes...

"Every year from April 21st to 25th, there will be a spring snowfall in this village at around 6 am. This phenomenon has lasted for more than 300 years..."

"And every time it snows for an hour, and then it rains, the morning of these five days will always be like this, so the village has believed in mountain gods, sea gods and snow gods since ancient times," said Jimmy's husband, still not very happy Healthy coughed weakly, "If you're not in a rush, you can go to see the 300-year-old Sakura Snow Festival the day after tomorrow..."

"I'll be there."

Gao Cheng thought about Tokyo.

The office doesn't have much work, so it doesn't matter if you stay for a few more days, and it doesn't matter if Xiao Ai asks for a day off.

The spring snow covering the cherry blossoms is a rare sight...

"Right? Xiao Ai..."

Gao Cheng looked to the side expectantly, but couldn't find Xiao Ai immediately.

"what?!"

"Xiao Ai has already finished eating and returned to her room." Aunt Jimei served Gao Cheng a bowl of soup.

"..."

...

It is officially the season of cherry blossoms. On the way from the village to the temple on the mountain, there are cherry blossom petals blowing in the wind everywhere.

Under the blooming cherry blossoms, a funeral procession left the village, and the silence added to the sadness. Relatives walking in front, a woman in black funeral clothes held a portrait of a young girl in her blooming season. In the photo, the girl was sweet Smiling, as if still alive.

Gao Chenggong stood next to a cherry blossom tree and watched the team pass by. His unfamiliar face immediately attracted the attention of several high school students behind the line, and the small high school student was inside.

"Ah, it's that person!" The little man said in surprise.

"Xiaozhu, do you know him?"

A few girls beside him accidentally looked at the quiet Gao Cheng in the rain of petals. He was a young man whom he had never seen before, giving people a completely different feeling.

Standing under the cherry blossom tree like that, it seems to be a person from another world...

"Ah," the little man lowered his head and said softly, not daring to meet Gao Cheng's gaze, "It seems to be the person who came with me, maybe he came to visit relatives."

"He's from Tokyo..."

Following the custom handed down in the village since ancient times, the girl's body was placed in a coffin filled with flowers and placed in the temple for one night. Three "upward arrows" like darts were placed on the body, representing the sea god, Mountain God and Snow God.

It is said that the souls of the dead will be taken to another world by the 3 gods who bless the village.

A group of students sent their classmates off at the temple for the last time, feeling quite depressed.

Death shouldn't be something to bear at this age. The death of a classmate deeply stimulated high school students who didn't have much idea of ​​death in the past.

"The day after tomorrow will be the Sakura Snow Festival that lasted for three hundred years, and Haruna has been looking forward to it..."

"By the way!" A boy said in an active voice, "How about we go to Xuekage Junior High School together? After Xiaosuke moved to Tokyo, he hasn't been back for a long time."

"OK."

Gao Cheng just walked around the village casually, taking a look at the cherry blossoms blooming on the mountain,

I happened to see the nearby Xueying Junior High School, which was separated from the village by the Xueying River.

From this point of view, Xueying Village should have been quite prosperous in the past, because I heard that there was a Xueying High School, although the number of students was decreasing.

The funeral today is for the students of Xueying High School.

"The school is still the same!" The little high school student returned to the junior high school with his companions, with a look of nostalgia, "I wish I hadn't moved to Tokyo, so I stayed here with everyone, junior high school, high school..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" A beautiful straight-haired girl laughed, "Stay in this kind of village all the time, no matter how you think about it, Tokyo is better? If possible, I would like to change with you, Xiaosuke. "

"what?"

The little high school student noticed Gao Cheng again, standing alone in the middle of the playground, looking at the classroom as if in a daze.

"It's that child again..." The straight-haired girl murmured and looked at Gao Cheng.

Alone, it looks strangely lonely.

"Shall we call him together?" A lively girl suggested, "It's too pitiful for one person."

"Yeah, let's make friends with him."

"But is it okay? Although they are all from Tokyo, they seem to be completely different from guys like Xiaosuke..."

Gao Cheng, who had sharp ears in front, heard a group of students talking to themselves, with black lines all over his head.

Does he look pitiful?

It's just that I went out for a walk alone after eating...

"Are you the classmates of the dead girl?" Gao Cheng turned around and asked, "Did she really commit suicide?"

"Ah?" Several students including the little one were stunned at the same time.

"Sorry, I'm more concerned about it for some reason..."

Gao Cheng came to his senses and explained with a wry smile.

"It seems that there are always homicides wherever I pass, so..."

"So it is!"

The little ones looked stunned, and nodded in understanding and sympathy.

"That's why I have no friends. If you don't mind, you can come with us. You are here to visit relatives, right?"

"Uh... I'm staying at Aunt Yoshimi's house, but I'm going back to Tokyo after watching the Sakura Snow Festival."

Gao Cheng scratched his hair.

Aunt Jigme can be regarded as half of his relatives, so it is no problem to visit relatives.

"Ah," a girl whispered, "it really is from Tokyo, a high school student in Tokyo!"

"High school student?"

Gao Cheng looked dazed, and before he could explain clearly, several girls surrounded him and asked non-stop, most of them were about Tokyo. These students who have not stepped into the society seem to have a lot of fantasies about Tokyo, a metropolis .

"Really," the little man wiped his nose depressedly, "I also came back from Tokyo, why didn't you ask me?"

The short-haired, sporty boy next to him smiled and said, "You're still the same after five years, you haven't changed at all."

"Of course, it's only been five years, and I've spent all my time studying..."

The little man looked at the girls and other classmates surrounding Gao Cheng.

But everyone who stayed in the village has changed a lot...

In the past, Uozumi, who aspired to become a professional guitarist, often had to help the fisherman's father, his slender and slender hands were now as rough as the fingers of a sailor, and he had little time to play the guitar.

Others have also changed more or less. The unremarkable straight-haired girl now dresses herself up beautifully, yearning for Tokyo wholeheartedly. Haruna, who used to dream of becoming a painter, also...

"So," Gao Cheng's voice woke up the little man, "is Haruna still committing suicide?"

"That's right," the girls said with restrained smiles and a slightly heavy voice, "She left a suicide note with traces of tears on it, and it was her handwriting..."

It was already night when I returned to Aunt Jimmy's house, but in the end, Gao Cheng couldn't explain his identity clearly, and was completely regarded as a high school student from Tokyo who had no friends.

"Well," Gao Cheng propped his chin and thought for a while, then asked Xiao Ai, who had already got into the bed beside him, "Do I look immature? I have already graduated from high school...".

Xiao Ai yawned with heavy eyelids, and said sleepily, "I have to learn crafts from my aunt tomorrow, so think about it slowly."

"Hey……"