The shrine is extremely quiet at night, and all the villagers who came to help hold the memorial ceremony have gone back. In the huge yard, there seems to be no sound of insects or birds.

The shrine is on a hill, quite some distance away from all the villagers’ houses. Not to mention at night, even at ordinary times it is quiet and desolate here. When the wind blows, you can only hear the sound of countless leaves dancing, which can be the loudest.

To a great extent, it evokes the loneliness and fear in people's hearts.

But Shimabukuro Kimie seemed to have gotten used to it. The night wind blew the hem of her skirt into a mess and danced wildly. She pressed the hem of her skirt, holding a glass lantern, and walked calmly.

"Some people say that the basement of the shrine is a place where monsters are sealed, and others say that it was a place where people took refuge during the war. However, my great-grandmother once said that it was actually just a place to put pickles." Shimabukuro Kimie lowered his head slightly and said slowly.

He said slowly: "When I was a child, there were always several jars here with various pickles - perilla, radish, cucumber, celery, plum, and sometimes dried fish. Great-grandmother's

Her cooking skills are very good, and the pickles she makes are delicious, but now, it seems that no one has stopped making these things, and I didn’t have time to learn this craft before my mother passed away. "

Kitahara Sosuke, who was following behind, did not ask her why she didn't learn from her "great-grandmother", but said: "No one makes pickles anymore, probably because they all went to sell mermaid peripherals, right? They can easily earn more."

With so much money, you can buy fresh vegetables at any time, so who would want to live a hard life?"

Shimabukuro Kimie was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right! Although I also think it's silly to believe in mermaids, but seeing everyone's smiling faces, I feel... it's all worth it."

She walked to a warehouse in the corner, took out the key, opened the door, and then pulled the pull rope beside the door. The dim light flashed and turned on immediately.

This is a warehouse full of sundries, surrounded by some rusty farm tools and old furniture, and a pile of charcoal in the corner.

On the ground to the right of the entrance, there was a square mark and a small pull ring. Shimabukuro Kimie squatted down to pull it, but Kitahara Sosuke grabbed the pull ring first and said, "I'll do it."

The wooden trap door is not too light, but it is nothing to him. Kitahara Sosuke lifted the basement door, revealing a dark hole. A gust of cold wind blew up, as if someone made a sound

He also sighed coldly.

"Kadowaki Saori is down here."

After Shimabukuro Kimie finished speaking, he walked down the steps first. Kitahara Sosuke followed and walked on the narrow and dark steps. Only the lantern in Shimabukuro Kimie's hand gave off a weak light.

Kithara Sosuke suddenly felt very curious and couldn't help but ask: "Miss Shimabukuro, we just met this afternoon, why do you believe me so much? What if I am a bad person?"

Shimabukuro Kimie stopped.

Kitahara Sosuke slapped his forehead in annoyance - this kind of environment has its own terrifying atmosphere, which makes it easy for people to think too much. He still said this, doesn't it make girls scared?

Kitahara Sosuke was about to explain, but saw Shimabukuro Kimie turning around with a slight smile.

The eyebrows are stretched and stunning.

She said softly: "I'm not afraid."

This time, it was Kitahara Sosuke's turn to be stunned.

After Shimabukuro Kime finished speaking, he continued walking down. The basement was not very deep to begin with, and soon the light of the lantern illuminated the girl on the ground.

The brown-haired girl was lying on the ground. At first glance, she looked like a corpse. Her body was dirty and dirty, and her hands and feet were cold from the cold.

Her chest rose and fell slowly, and her breathing was very weak. Kadowaki Saori was already thin, and now she was even thinner, as if she had lost her shape, and her face was as pale as paper.

Kitahara Sosuke knelt down and felt her pulse. He noticed that the sleeve on one of the girl's arms was pulled up. He held the arm and looked at it, and found several needle holes on it.

Shimabukuro Kimie stood next to her with a lantern and said: "I was worried that something might happen if I woke her up, so I kept her in a coma for the past three days and only injected her with a bottle of glucose every day."

Anyway, she doesn't need Kadowaki Saori to live in good health. She only needs to live until the end of "Shimabukuro Kime". According to her original plan, this revenge can be completed within two or three days. By then, Kadowaki

Shaori will be burned to death in the warehouse instead of her.

——Just like her dead mother.

The girl's tone when she said these words was very cold and distant. It was different from the gentle and cheerful expression in front of Conan and others, and it was also different from the noble and majestic manner of the shrine maiden. The tone seemed to be saying——

Look, this is the real me!

I'm such a bad person!

"Has she woke up in the past three days?" Kitahara Sosuke raised his head and asked, "Does she know that she was imprisoned by you?"

"This...she hasn't woken up in the past three days, but I was with her before she fell into coma, so...she should know, right?"

"How long will the medicine take effect?" Kitahara Sosuke asked again.

"...About two hours." Shimabukuro Kime replied.

"That's enough."

Shimabukuro Kimie watched Kitahara Sosuke bend over to pick up Kadowaki Saori and walk up the steps, her heart gradually sinking to the bottom of the cold lake.

She is not afraid that Kitahara Sosuke is a bad person, but she is afraid that he is a purely good person.

She was scared.

She was afraid that Kitahara Sosuke's gentleness towards her, what he had said to her, and the previous plan... were all a strategy to rescue Kadowaki Saori.

After all...they were originally detectives hired by Saori, weren't they?

Touching the dagger in her arms, Shimabukuro Kimie's eyes flickered and she hesitated in her heart. Finally, until Kitahara Sosuke walked out of the steps, she stood motionless, as if her body was rusted.

Shimabukuro Kimie let go of the dagger dejectedly and smiled wryly to himself.

So what if they were deceived? What's wrong with them performing their duties to save people? Is she really going to become the kind of crazy murderer who makes countless mistakes just to cover up one mistake?

It’s just...it’s just...I’m really unwilling to do so!

My mother's revenge has not been avenged, and...

You said it so nicely, did you actually lie to me?

A tear slipped quietly and hit the ground, leaving mottled marks.

"Miss Shimabukuro?"

Kithara Sosuke's voice suddenly came from above his head: "Did you forget to take something?"

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"The lights are in place!" Conan shouted from the roof.

"Mirror, put it in place!" Hattori Heiji turned his hat and said with interest.

"The candles are in place!" Yuan Shan and Ye ran over holding a box of candles and looked at their arrangement curiously.

"Ketchup... in place." Mao Lilan always felt a little shy to join them, but to be able to participate, her eyes also shone with vague excitement.

Kithara Sosuke looked at her and nodded, secretly saying in his heart: Emperor Ou, take your place!

He flicked the almost transparent thin wire in his hand, looked again at the mechanism designed by the two famous detectives, and said: "Piano wire, put it in place."

"That... doll, get in position." Shimabukuro Kimie walked over with difficulty holding a box half a person's height. Seeing this, Kitahara Sosuke quickly took it over.

Shimabukuro Kime breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I made it temporarily according to your request. It's a bit rough and may be visible if you get close, but if the lights are dim at night, it should be fine."

"Sorry, none of us are good at special effects makeup, so we have to ask you to come." Kitahara Sosuke looked down at her and sighed: "The production process must have brought back bad memories for you, right?"

"It's okay. If my mother knew the purpose of making this doll, she would definitely understand me." Shimabukuro Kime smiled, suppressed her sadness, walked into the warehouse, took a look, and exclaimed: "Okay.

It’s amazing, almost everything was arranged in such a short time!”

"Well, now there's just one last thing left...oh, here he comes." Kitahara Sosuke looked to the side and said with a smile.

I saw Mouri Kogoro holding a box under one arm and holding two large plastic bags in the other hand. The bags contained several remote-controlled toy cars. He climbed up the mountain panting and almost collapsed at the door.

"Kitahara...huh...huh...you, what are you...huh...is it necessary...is it necessary to have someone...send it specially...from Tokyo...huh...?"

Kitahara Sosuke ignored the toy cars and took the box and looked at it. He saw a simple drawing drawn with black pen on it, which looked like a small bottle cap with "one" written in the middle.

He couldn't help but smile, opened the box and looked at it. It was exactly what he needed.

"Brother Beihara, what is this?" Conan came over, looked at the silver-white powder inside, and asked in an innocent child's tone. Others also gathered curiously.

"It's a cold fire material I asked a magician friend to send over." Kitahara Sosuke said.

Conan and Hattori Heiji suddenly understood.

"Leng Huo? What is that?" Yuan Shan and Ye squatted down and asked with doubts on their faces.

"That's it." Beihara took a little powder and lit it with a lighter. The flames instantly rose, and then he directly covered it with his hand.

"Ah!" Several girls exclaimed.

"It's okay, look!"

Kitahara Sosuke opened his palms, and there were only thin marks on his palms left when he pulled the piano wire, but they were not burned by the flames.

"What...what's going on?" Toyama Kazuki couldn't help but grab his palm and turn it over, with surprise on his face. Hattori Heiji felt a little irritated and pulled her hand away.

"It just takes advantage of the relatively low ignition point of certain substances. When ignited, the flame looks scary. In fact, the temperature is very low, about 30c-50c, and it won't hurt anyone at all, right, Beiyuan?"
Chapter completed!