Detective Conan's Cafe Owner

Chapter 32 Misfits

It's raining.

Dark clouds gather in the sky, and lightning lights up from time to time.

The sound of "cracking" rain echoed in the mountains, and the cold rain also made the temperature drop a lot.

Qingming stood in front of the window, watching the rain scene outside.

It is relatively rare not to read the book.

There were not many people in the room, only Suzuki Ayako's friend, a handsome guy with long hair named Masaru Ota.

From Suzuki Sonoko's nympho expression, it can be seen that he is indeed a handsome guy.

There is also a Kakutani Hiroki who likes photography, along with a female screenwriter named Chikako Ikeda, ran out before it rained, saying it was a walk.

In addition, there was a simple-looking and fat man named Ryoichi Takahashi who wore black-rimmed round glasses and went outside to repair the roof.

Qingming doesn't need to do anything, just watch the scenery.

"Aren't you going for a walk together?"

Someone sent an invitation.

It was the one named Masaru Ota who walked up to Xiaolan and the others.

Suzuki Sonoko thought she was invited, but readily agreed.

However, the other party was just inviting Xiaolan.

I have to say, if you really want to talk about appearance and temperament, Xiaolan is indeed more likable than Suzuki Sonoko.

Qingming glanced at it, but didn't care.

Soon Xiaolan was pulled out.

Suzuki Sonoko and Conan also followed secretly, both of them looked very upset.

In the living room, only Qingming was left alone.

The world is quiet, only the sound of the rain can be heard, other than that, there is no sound.

Yes, there is no sound at all.

Not even footsteps.

In such a situation, a voice suddenly appeared from behind.

"Mr. Qingming, why are you left alone?"

The young girl's voice sounded.

It was so abrupt that Qingming was startled.

Hold your breath and turn your head.

After seeing clearly that it was Suzuki Ayako, Qingming breathed a sigh of relief, and her breathing became smooth again.

"They're all out for a walk."

Qingming replied like this.

It's just that I can't help being a little surprised.

He is a Taoist priest, far superior to ordinary people in all aspects, including eyesight, hearing and so on.

It stands to reason that if you want to hear it, you can even hear the sound of footsteps, heartbeat, and breathing.

Of course, the premise is that the distance should not be too far, and there should not be too many and too thick obstacles between each other.

Being able to do such a thing means that under normal circumstances, Qingming can detect people before they get close.

At this point, Qingming is very confident, thinking that no one can approach him without him noticing.

But Ayako Suzuki did.

I didn't hear any sound at all just now, whether it was the sound of walking, heartbeat, or breathing.

However, after looking back, I found that the sound of heartbeat and breathing could be heard.

"Could it be that I was distracted just now, so I didn't notice it?"

Qingming was a little skeptical about this.

Or maybe, Suzuki Ayako is really a monster.

Anyway, Qingming felt that it was a little dangerous. If there was any malice towards him, he might have been stabbed with a knife at this time.

Suzuki Ayako didn't know Qingming's mental activities.

A pair of squinting eyes looked around in the living room, then looked at Qingming again.

"Why don't you go together?"

"I don't want to go."

Qingming shook her head.

Give up redundant thoughts, turn around, and continue to look at the rain scene outside.

In this world, there are no monsters.

As a Taoist priest, he doesn't need to fear anyone.

Whether it's the one with the word "zi" in the name, the one with squinting eyes, or the sister of the monster.

But this kind of thing reminded him.

Perhaps, there will be more people who break the rules. As a Taoist priest, it is not absolutely safe.

"It looks like we have to think of a way."

Put your hand on the window sill and tap lightly.

Every time he thinks, he seems to be like this, like knocking on something.

Maybe he is suitable to be a monk?
Because the monks have to knock on the wooden fish every day, and they also have to chant scriptures.

Chanting scriptures or something is very annoying.

"Mr. Qingming, you seem to be a bit out of place."

Suzuki Ayako was still smiling, looking very kind and friendly.

It's just that squinting eyes always make Qingming very concerned.

It doesn't matter if you don't care.

Because no one knows what is hidden behind it.

"Humans are gregarious creatures, those who don't fit in will die!"

Although he still had a smile on his face, the words he said would scare many people.

Do misfits die?

maybe.

"This sentence, Ayako, you should tell that Chikako Ikeda."

Qingming didn't care about this.

If anything, that Chikako Ikeda was even more out of place.

I almost got into an argument with my partner before.

Because the companion who died two years ago was called Atsuko.

It is estimated that there is some tragedy hidden behind this.

But it is also a matter of course. Where Conan is, are you afraid that there will be no tragedy?
This is not to say that Qingming expects tragedy to happen.

It's just that some things are unavoidable after all.

Although if you want to stop it, Qingming can stop it now.

But why stop?

Qingming would not do it without a reason.

Regarding Qingming's words, Suzuki Ayako didn't say anything.

It's just that the expression on his face seems to have become a little helpless.

Qingming changed the subject directly.

"Ayako is cooking dinner, do you need help?"

"Ah, yes, I'm still cooking dinner!"

With that said, she seemed to remember.

"You don't need to help, just take a rest first, it will be fine soon."

Leaving a word with a smile, she turned and left again.

Qingming looked at her leaving back, feeling a little incomprehensible.

Since you are cooking dinner, what are you doing here?Just to scare him?

It's a bit baffling.

Shake his head.

Continue to look at the rain scene outside.

Fingers, still tapping on the window sill, the sound of "tuk-tuk".

This shows that he is still thinking.

It is too dangerous to let someone get close behind you without knowing it. It seems that relying on hearing alone cannot guarantee 100% safety.

So, what else can you do?

Like in some novels, relying on the so-called spiritual power, the consciousness formed by the soul power?

Maybe that thing really exists, but it's a pity that Qingming can't do it.

Among the spells he knows, there seems to be nothing similar.

It seems that he, a Taoist priest, is just getting started.

"Maybe try this."

Qingming stopped thinking.

He took out a pen from his pocket.

A special pen with special ink inside is used to draw symbols.

Scarlet ink.

On the palm of the left hand, draw characters, and on the back of the hand, draw characters.

One can emit weak electromagnetic waves to the surroundings, and the other can receive electromagnetic waves.

Yes, that is the principle of radar.

When the scattered electromagnetic wave encounters an obstacle, it will be reflected back and received by the receiving device to lock the target.

This is roughly the principle.

With itself as the center, electromagnetic waves are scattered towards the surroundings, and at the same time, the reflected electromagnetic waves can be received at any time, so that the surrounding situation can be monitored at any time.

At least the situation within seven or eight meters is no problem.

"Sure enough, technology should be combined with spells, so that we can do more things!"

Qingming thought so.

Perhaps it is necessary to study this new direction, not just study spells.

Everyone should understand the principle of learning from each other.

Zi once said: When three people walk together, there must be my teacher.

Who dares to say that he can do everything, and that he is number one in the world?
It never hurts to learn more.

After feeling it carefully, he wiped off the talisman on his hand.

"It has to be perfect!"

This thing really needs to be perfected.

However, is there really danger coming?Obviously, apart from himself, he didn't see any other Taoist priests or magicians.

Do you have persecution paranoia?

He knocked on the window sill, and curled his lips.

"Whatever, safety first, there will be no mistakes!"

(End of this chapter)