"You met the gang?" The next morning, when Chiba heard Ayumi and their narration, she feigned a stunned expression. "That curator hid drugs and was robbed of them all?"

"Hmm," Conan said, grimacingly. "If I hadn't taken them into hiding, our lives would have been lost."

"How many people died?" Qian Yu frowned. In his impression, people on the dark web should be out day and night, trying to avoid acting when there are people, how could it be this time?

"No one died, just a few of us in the library." Mitsuhiko said speechlessly.

"Just a few of you?" Chiba was surprised.

"It was night," Conan explained. "We were looking for hidden bodies in the library."

"Corpses... Where is it? ”

"It's at the top of the elevator in the library. Wait, you noticed? Conan was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized the hidden meaning of Chiba's words.

"There's a smell," Chiba nodded. "Especially when the elevator goes up, so I guess the corpse and the elevator are in a bound state, especially maybe on the top of the elevator, otherwise I should have smelled a stronger smell when the elevator came down from the upper floor."

"Okay... Conan was speechless. "You're a dog's nose...

"Everyone," Mitsuhiko said with a sudden expectant look at the calendar on the wall. "If you look at the calendar, it looks like you're going to have a great holiday!"

"Huh?" Chiba and Conan were slightly stunned, and then looked at the May calendar that Mitsuhiko had flipped to—today was April 28th, and it had already appeared on the May calendar.

Ah, it looks like it's Golden Week!

Sure enough, after school, the teacher announced the school's plan for the next vacation.

April 29, Showa Day, holiday.

May 3, Constitution Day, is a holiday.

May 4th Green Day, holiday.

May 5, Children's Day, holiday.

Saturday, May 7, holiday.

May 8th, holiday.

The Japanese Constitution stipulates that two holidays that are one day apart or next to each other need to be taken one day in between, so there is also a compensatory day off between these four holidays.

April 30 compensatory leave 1.

May 1 compensatory leave 2.

May 2 compensatory leave 3.

May 6 compensatory leave 4.

In this way, the 10 days from April 29 to May 8 are all holidays, which is definitely the longest vacation in years.

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"Hanging out?" Thousand Feathers raised an eyebrow. "This holiday?"

"Hmm," Mitsuhiko said excitedly. "Dr. Asasa has a friend who works as an engineer at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant, and this year is the 15th year that the No. 2 reactor he is in charge of has been in service for 15 years, so they decided to have a party on May 1st, and they also invited Dr. Asasa to invite Dr. Asasa with him, so Dr. Asasa brought the five of us with him."

"Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Station?" Qian Yu hesitated. "But I've got something to do this holiday...

"What's the matter?" Ayumi has an expression of "I'll cry to you if you don't go".

"I need to go to a reclusive agency master and ask some questions about the agency." Qian Yu looked helpless.

"Trick master?" Yuan is too curious. "Is it a powerful god?"

"It's not a god, but it's pretty much the same," Chiba chuckled. "Ifukube Nokuhisa, a high-ranking person who lived in seclusion twenty years ago, was nicknamed "Yoshiemon"

"Where is that master, can't you stop by the way?" Conan asked.

"A small town, it should be in Ashikaga City, Tochigi Prefecture...

"Tochigi Prefecture?" Conan was speechless. "Then a little south of Fukushima, it's completely easy to cut down!"

"Oh, yes... Chiba is really not familiar with this kind of detailed geography. "Then I'll go with you, but I'll leave a day to go to that town!"

"It should be fine," Mitsuhiko suddenly remembered something. "I suddenly remembered that it was about to be the very famous Lady Chaihime festival in Ashikaga City!"

"Fork Yiji?" Yuan was too confused. "What's that?"

"Hmm-" Mitsuhiko replied after a moment's thought. "Yesterday's storybook about myths and legends, there was talk of the goddess Tsukihime, who is said to be the local protector of Ashikaga, and her predecessor was... Well, her predecessor was... ”

"The former was a young girl who was exiled here, and she protected this place with the power bestowed on her by the gods who admired her, and after successfully protecting it, she passed away and was worshipped as a god by the local residents." Conan added.

"Well, is there eel rice at the festival?" Yuantai's sudden question directly distorted the topic of discussion.

"Well, I don't think so... Mitsuhiko's face was black.

"Possibly... Conan hesitated. "If I remember correctly, the area of Ashikaga City is very faithful to Cha Ihime, so many shops bring their own proud products to the festival."

"Probably so... Ah, you guys go back first, I'll flash first. Halfway through Qianyu's words, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said.

"What's the matter," Mitsuhiko said, with an unhappy expression. "Why don't you always go to the same place with us, Qianyu!"

"I can't help it," Qian Yu said, pointing to a furniture store not far away. "I've ordered a piece of furniture here, and I'm going to have them deliver it to my house, and we'll make an appointment that I'll lead the way today."

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"Huh?" When Chiba walked into the furniture store, she immediately felt that something was not right.

"Little friend," behind the counter, a middle-aged man said kindly. "Who are you looking for?"

"Where's your store manager?" Qian Yu asked with a frown. "I ordered a special wooden cabinet from him two months ago and he told me to come here today and pick it up."

"Pinglang him... The middle-aged man's kind expression froze instantly, and then he sighed. "Don't talk about that, if you want to make a special wooden cabinet, please tell me your article number. Really, though, did you really order it? Are you a little kid the 'Mr. Tachibana' who originally ordered? . . ”

"Item No. 729, this is a bill of lading, my name is Tachibana Chiba, what's wrong with the store manager?" Sensing that something was wrong, Chiba slapped the bill of lading on the counter and asked.

“729！ Oh, 729... It turned out that you ordered it... The middle-aged man's affection was very emotional at first, but finally he muttered dejectedly, his nails scratching the counter, and then he began to speak in a cold voice.

"Twenty days ago, when Hirahiro and his wife were retrieving Your Excellency's Cargo No. 729 and an imported wooden cabinet from the port, and returning in a car," the middle-aged man tried his best to keep his voice steady, but Chiba could still hear the sadness in it. "Crushed by a big drunk truck."

Qian Yu listened to the middle-aged man's narration blankly, then stretched out his hands and looked at his palms in a daze.

Did I hurt them? Although subjectively this is not my responsibility, objectively I am indeed the murderer who killed them. Have I killed innocent people?

In a trance, the palms of his hands seemed to be full of blood.