"Okay, it's getting late. I'll go to the bathroom first, and then we'll go eat." Hanyu Qing'an patted Yuzi's head, "We can't do this again next time. If you continue to eat snacks and not eat, I'll kill you
Stop all the snacks.”
"Oh..." Yuzi nodded obediently, not sure whether he remembered it or not.
"I'll take Yuzu there too."
Hanyu Qing'an entered the bathroom of the museum, found a cubicle, locked it, and entered the courtyard. He summoned a map to confirm that there was indeed no sign of a token. It was confirmed that it was just a normal daily activity, and then he returned to the museum.
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I pushed open the bathroom door and walked to the sink at the door. I saw an old man with ridiculously long eyebrows and beard standing there motionless, looking at the mirror.
Hanyu Qing'an gave him a strange look. He had seen people with such long beards, and it was really rare for people with eyebrows that could grow so long that they drooped down.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need my help to call an ambulance?"
The old man who originally looked like a sculpture moved and turned to look at Hanyu Qingan.
The old man's eyebrows were so long that his eyes were completely covered, so Hanyu Qing'an didn't know whether he could see anything.
Before the old man opened his mouth and heard nothing, his beard trembled three times before saying, "Thank you, young man, but no, I'm fine."
"That's good." Yuyu Qing'an nodded, turned and left, but suddenly a question came from behind him.
"Young man, have you seen the news of the past few days? Do you think there are gods and underworld in this world?"
Hanyu Qing'an looked back and could not clearly see the old man's expression. He replied concisely: "I have seen it, yes."
"That's it..." A sigh seemed to come from under the old man's beard.
"Shouldn't people of your age believe in this kind of thing more than young people? The devout believers in China are generally older people." Hanyu Qing'an asked curiously.
The old man shook his head slightly, "No matter how many devout believers there are, they are all devout pragmatists. As long as they can protect themselves, people will visit any god or shrine."
"If the gods are beneficial to people, then people will expect the gods to exist, but if the gods are harmful to people, people will start to fear the existence of the gods."
After the old man finished speaking, he walked away from Hanyu Qing'an. Hanyu Qing'an looked at his back and felt that the old man seemed to have some troubles, but everyone has his own troubles, and gods cannot solve them all.
The worries of older people are nothing more than illness and fear of death. This old man looks quite healthy, so it may be the latter.
He cannot reverse things like life and death.
After waiting at the door of the bathroom for a while, I heard the sound of Sonoko coaxing Yuzi to wash her hands inside, which seemed to be a children's song about hygiene and health.
"What's wrong?" Suzuki Sonoko pulled Yuzu out and asked when she saw Hanyu Qingan seemed to be thinking about something.
Hanyu Qing'an shook his head, "Nothing, what did you sing just now?"
Suzuki Sonoko blushed, singing children's songs and so on, it was really hard to say it out loud.
"It's quite nice. This is the first time I've heard you sing. Let's sing for a while."
"I'm not singing." Suzuki Sonoko made a face, pulled Yuzu and left.
Yuzi looked back at Hanyu Qing'an who was rejected, and comforted her with a bigotry: "Youzi can do it too, Yuzi sings to daddy."
"This is an art museum. It needs to be quiet. Go out and sing again." Suzuki Sonoko tugged on Yuzu and reminded her, then pulled her away.
After leaving the art museum, Yuzi sang the song that Suzuki Sonoko had just hummed. She went out of tune while singing, and Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but correct her, and ended up singing along.
"Why are you laughing?" Suzuki Sonoko turned around and glared at Hanyu Kiyosu.
"Nothing, it sounds good."
"Really?" Suzuki Sonoko was a little unsure. She sang pretty well, but singing children's songs was a bit weird.
"Well, from now on, you can sing lullabies to lull you to sleep at night and wake you up in the morning. Is this much better than an alarm?" Hanyu Qing'an suggested.
Suzuki Sonoko lowered her head and looked at Yuzu, "It's okay to sing a lullaby to coax Yuzi at night, but forget about singing children's songs in the morning. This little guy sometimes wakes up earlier than me."
Hanyu Qing'an corrected: "I'm talking about singing a lullaby at night to put Yuzu to sleep, and singing to wake me up in the morning."
"..." Suzuki Sonoko glanced sideways at him.
"It's best to hum softly in your ear." Hanyu Qing'an looked at her expectantly.
"What a nice idea! Let's go eat." Suzuki Sonoko snorted and pulled Yuzu towards a restaurant on the roadside.
It was now past two o'clock in the afternoon, which was considered very late to have lunch at this time. It almost overlapped with afternoon tea. They were almost the only people in the restaurant, so Kamel and others would not scare other guests.
…
While they were eating, the Maori family came to the art museum.
"Sister Xiaolan, didn't you say that sister Sonoko and brother Hanyu are here? Why didn't you see anyone?" Conan asked strangely.
"Wait a moment, I'll send an email to ask." Mao Lilan took out her mobile phone.
Mouri Kogoro on the side said dissatisfied: "I just finished eating and it's time to take a nap. Why do you have to come here?"
Mao Lilan pressed the button on the phone with one hand, clenched his fist with the other hand, and threatened without looking back: "Do you have any objections?"
Mouri Kogoro suddenly shrank his neck and said, "No, it's good to cultivate your sentiments by visiting an art museum, it's good."
But he turned around and muttered in a low voice, "I shouldn't have allowed her to learn karate in the first place, and then she became so violent..."
"Okay, I've finished sending, let's continue shopping~" Mao Lilan said with a smile and took Maori Kogoro's arm, and the latter was almost half lifted up and followed.
"The others have already visited the garden, but they said they didn't see any armor, so they went to eat first, but this place should be right. Let's look for it."
An hour later, Mouri Kogoro and Conan sat back-to-back, highly synchronized, slumped on the rest chair, not wanting to move anymore.
"Let's go find Brother Hanyu and have something to eat together..."
"I want to drink something to quench my thirst..."
The look of the two people made Mao Lilan very dissatisfied, "How long have you had lunch after you obviously had it? Are you hungry again? It's so rich at noon."
Mouri Kogoro corrected him: "I'm thirsty, not hungry."
Conan explained: "I didn't eat much for lunch..."
He really didn't eat much and was just looking around.
Mao Lilan didn't listen to the two of them's excuses at all, and was looking around, "Huh? It's passable here. The no-entry sign just now disappeared. We only have this room left to see. The moving armor said
Maybe it’s here!”
"Oh..." Mouri Kogoro and Conan both looked unmotivated.
Mao Lilan encouraged: "Hurry up, let's go meet Yuanzi and the others after visiting here, and then go home, okay?"
Mouri Kogoro and Conan sighed, reluctantly cheered up and stood up, following Mourilan as softly as if they were boneless.