Conan was rushed to the hospital.
The child said: The child can't tell the difference, the child really can't tell the difference!
Yuzuru even kindly sent a message to Yukiko, warmly reporting on her "son's" heroic performance.
However, this kind and loving older sister only replied with one sentence:
"Is he dead? If he's not, don't keep me from watching my show."
The post was followed by a heart emoji, as if to say, "If you love him, you should let him go and let him do whatever he wants."
Hmm... Let's observe a moment of silence for the great detective for 0.5 seconds, no more than that, since Yukiko's drama is nearing its finale.
.........
The precious sword was recovered, and although the process was extremely absurd, the entire Feng family was still extremely grateful to Yu Sheng Nan and the others.
To prevent the Phantom Thief Kid from returning or causing any more trouble, the matriarch of the Mine family warmly invited them to stay overnight.
The martial arts hall may not have much else, but it has a lot of guest rooms.
There are so many that you could open a "Feng's Chain Hotel" and even get a free "treasure sword viewing ticket" once a day.
Kogoro Mouri had long since forgotten about "catching Kid" and was now arm in arm with Juro Tetsuken. The two had set up a drinking table in the yard, drinking like brothers and even forming a duo called "Juro."
They vowed to roam the world together, their first stop being the kitchen to add more wine, their second stop being the toilet to add more wine, and their third stop being their dreams to add more wine.
Hanyu Nana, Ran, Shimabukuro Kimie, and Nakamori Aoko were arranged in a spacious Japanese-style guest room.
Night deepened.
Mine Shizuka thoughtfully brought over a late-night snack and hot tea.
The four sat around on the tatami mat, listening to the off-key singing and clinking of glasses that could be faintly heard from outside the window by Kogoro Mouri and Juro Tetsuken. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.
"Just drinking tea is a bit boring."
Yuzuru Nan, resting his chin on his hand, suddenly took out an ordinary-looking metal bottle cap with strange patterns engraved on it. "Try this? The 'Drunken Bottle Cap.' Screw it onto the beverage bottle, and when you pour it out and drink it, it's like drinking alcohol. You'll feel a little tipsy, but you won't actually get drunk."
"A drunken bottle cap?" Nakamori Aoko picked up the seemingly ordinary little gadget, her eyes filled with the excitement of a curious child. "You can taste alcohol just by twisting it on? Really? Where do you get so many strange and wonderful things, Yuzuru-kun?"
"As an inventor who makes it a hobby, it's normal to have a few gadgets, right?" Yuzuru smiled innocently and casually screwed the cap onto the juice bottle for her. "Want to try it?"
Aoko eagerly poured herself a small cup, took a careful sip, and her eyes widened instantly: "Wow! It really is! It tastes like sake! How amazing! But... my head feels so clear?"
She shook her head, finding it all incredibly novel.
"I already said I wouldn't get really drunk, just a slight buzz," Yuzuru explained, like a patient product manager.
The chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) girl seemed to have a new world opened up for her.
She used to drink secretly, but her mother wouldn't let her, saying that when she got drunk she would talk nonsense and act crazy, and wouldn't behave like a girl at all.
But...she doesn't drink alcohol, so surely a soft drink is okay?
Who can stop a young girl from drinking juice?
Seeing the girl already drinking one glass after another, Yuzuru smiled slightly and suggested, "Just drinking 'alcohol' isn't very interesting, how about we play some games?"
"Okay, okay!"
Xiao Lan was the first to respond.
She has always been confident in her luck, and no matter what game she plays, she will not lose too badly—after all, she is the chosen one who can get five SSRs in ten consecutive draws in gacha games.
"I will obey the deity." The shrine maiden unconditionally supported her.
"By the way... why do you call Yuzuru-kun 'God'?" Aoko looked at the shrine maiden curiously. She had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but since they weren't familiar with each other before, she was too embarrassed to start this kind of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) conversation.
Shimabukuro Kimie shook her head: "There's no reason why, because God is God."
Qingzi: "..."
Okay, so it turns out she's not the only one with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).
She had come to regard Shimabukuro Kimie as a shrine maiden with severe delusions, just like herself.
As for whether Yuzuru Hanyu is a deity...
She's also the chief saintess under the deity!
Getting back to the main point, the group discussed it and decided that the four of them were just the right number to play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).
The naive and somewhat immature girl, Aoko, was completely unsuspecting and found it novel and interesting, so she agreed without hesitation: "Okay! But what are the rules?"
“It’s very simple,” Yuzuru smiled like a fox. “The loser drinks ‘wine.’ The landlord lost three cups, and the peasant lost one cup.”
He pointed to the extra-large juice jug next to him, which had been treated with a "drunken bottle cap".
"no problem!"
Aoko was full of confidence, thinking that even if her luck was bad, she could still win a few rounds—and then she witnessed the harshness of society.
Seated at the card table are: Nan, a god with precognitive abilities; Junhui, a shrine maiden who can subtly perceive the intentions of gods through contracts; and Lan, the lucky one being embraced and kissed by the goddess of fortune.
Gods, priestesses, and lucky players play cards together.
It was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities, with only Qingzi getting beaten up in the mortal realm.
Xiao Lan's luck was ridiculously good; she often won hands in a row, leaving Qingzi speechless.
But a certain god and his priestess worked together so well that they came up with all sorts of card counting, card control, psychological tactics, and techniques. Even the Macau casino legends had to admit they were experts, and even the God of Gamblers would have to offer them a cigarette.
Aoko, on the other hand, was completely reduced to a "charitable little farmer" who was ruthlessly exploited.
Her cards were either incredibly bad, or she would finally get a good hand and become the landlord, only to be targeted by the other three players, making her question her existence.
"Oh no! I lost again!"
"Waaah...does this card have a grudge against me?"
Why is it that my bombs are always completely crushed?
"Hanyu-kun, are you cheating?!"
Although the glasses used for pouring the drinks were small, after each glass of "specially mixed juice," the girls' fair cheeks quickly flushed with a lovely blush, their eyes began to glaze over, and their tongues started to slur their words.
The effect of the "Drunk" bottle cap is a little stronger than I imagined... roughly the level where "slightly tipsy" instantly turns into "slightly crazy".
"Waaah..."
Time passed slowly, and Qingzi was the first to give in.
Holding the empty cup, she looked at Yuzuru with hazy eyes, and suddenly her nose stung, and tears began to fall. "Why...why do I always lose...it's like...like every time I happily prepare a bento box and make plans, it always ends up being nothing..."
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