It only says:

No. 311: Very bad luck.

Clouds covering the sky bring chaos to the family, and illnesses and nightmares make the family busy and toilsome.

Entering the spring at night is like a dream, the Wu hook locking the moon hurts relatives and friends.

Vertical comment: It is not advisable to travel far these days.

Conan was dumbfounded.

Sakaki Makoto and others were also dumbfounded.

this...

It’s really what you say!

"It's over, it's over..."

Conan said with a sad face:

"What kind of Guanyin is this? I just worshipped it and it turned around and gave me a fierce attack..."

"Don't be afraid, you can hang the paper on a tree nearby and let the monks burn it to get rid of the bad luck!"

There was a big tree with a few pieces of paper hanging on it next to Hattori Heiji.

"Alas, this is all I can do..."

Conan was feeling a little depressed.

Next, it was Hattori Heiji's turn.

He shook the lottery tube like Conan, and in two moves...

Snap!

No. 82.

"Good luck, good luck...it must be good luck!"

Closing his eyes, Hattori Heiji drew the lottery paper blindly. He didn't dare to look at it himself. He handed it directly to Toyama Kazuha and asked:

"He Ye!"

"Is it Daji?"

"You're half right..."

Yuanshan Heye looked at him with pity.

"half?"

After careful consideration, Hattori Heiji's eyes lit up:

"lucky?"

"No, bad luck."

“.......”

Something is wrong...

Sakaki Makoto also looked surprised.

If this is a coincidence...

It's a bit stiff.

Is this Sensō-ji Temple really that magical?

Sakaki Cheng didn't believe it at all. He went forward and grabbed the lottery tube, and just as he was about to shake it...

It was held down by a hand.

Miss Miyano said seriously:

"I'll go first."

"good."

After handing over the lottery box, Miss Miyano took a deep breath...

Crackle, clackle, clackle...

Snap!

“Number 19!”