Chapter 34: Day 34 of Cultivation
Chapter 34
Kanako begins preparing for school.
First, she needs a school bag.
Japanese elementary school students' backpacks are basically the same style, the only obvious difference is probably the color.
Two days ago, the system followed Kanako as she left the technical high school, went down the mountain and took a bus to pick out school bags and other stationery. Kanako's eyes quickly scanned the store, and then she walked straight to a display stand with a pile of red and pink school bags.
The clerk came over with a smile on his face and asked, "Little sister, do you want to buy a new schoolbag?"
She looked around as usual. It was a weekday, so there weren't many customers. Even so, she couldn't find the adults who were supposed to be standing next to the elementary school students, so she asked, "Where are your parents?"
"I came here alone," Kanako said. "I wanted to experience the joy of shopping alone, so I sent all the unreliable adults home."
Because the reliable adults are still in class! It is important to study hard!
Kanako lowered her head and thought for a moment, then added naturally, "I can handle such a simple matter by myself. There's no need to bother them at all."
The clerk sighed inwardly, "What a sensible child!" Then, helplessly, she thought, "Letting such a young child run around? What if he runs into a bad person?" What a careless parent!
Anyway, it’s not busy now and there won’t be many customers, so let her help the girl finish her shopping!
The clerk made a decision on his own, leaned down slightly, supported his hands on his knees and said to Kanako, "Which backpack do you like, little sister? Do you want a red one?"
Her gaze lingered on the girl's bright red eyes and her white pear-shaped hair, and she made this suggestion which seemed to be a fairly appropriate match.
Maybe pink would be a good color too? Girls might prefer pink, or other bright colors...
"Black." Kanako pointed to the display case next door.
The clerk was stunned: "Huh?"
Kanako walked to the front of the black backpack, crossed her arms, and examined it carefully. "Can I add some decorations? Do you accept additional customization when buying a backpack here?"
The ideas are particularly clear and the goals are extremely clear.
The clerk quickly recovered and, adhering to the professional code of putting customers' needs first, said, "Yes, if the additional customization is simple, you can pick it up on the spot. If it is complicated, you will need to wait about a week."
Although there was a moment of confusion when hearing the word black, the clerk respected every customer's preference.
"Can you add some skulls on both sides of the zipper?" Kanako took out her phone, opened the album and found a picture. "Those skeletons. The more domineering they look, the better!"
"If there is no skull, adding some vampire and zombie attributes will also work." Kanako pressed the button, and the next two schematic diagrams appeared.
The clerk stared at the three pictures and blinked, then fell into a strange silence: "..."
What the heck was that?! Why was the entire screen filled with red, unidentified liquid?! And even white liquid was gushing out! It reminded her of pig brains from hot pot... Wait, that had to be pig brains, right?
Is this what primary school students see as domineering? It's completely terrifying and scary, okay? QAQ
Fortunately, ordinary people can't see the shell of the cursed spirit. The system frantically reminded: [Kanako! Calm down! Don't scare ordinary people! ]
The clerk covered his face and said, "Okay, I'll pass the request on to the customization staff... Could you please fill in your address? Once the customization is completed, it will be delivered to your door."
"Okay, thank you!" Kanako answered simply.
She followed the clerk to the counter, took the ballpoint pen, wrote down a delivery point near the high school on the receipt, and wrote "the great and hard-working guardian of Xia Yu Mama" without hesitation on the recipient's name list.
"How do you pay?" the clerk asked.
Kanako's eyes lit up: "Swipe the card!"
She quickly pulled a black card from the pocket of her Tang suit, the card face gleaming brightly under the light. Then, using a pose she'd simulated dozens of times in bed, she swiped it across the card machine with a dashing gesture.
“Didi, payment successful.”
Kanako turned the bright black card twice on her fingertips, lifted her bangs, put it back in her pocket in a cool manner, and couldn't help but let out a happy smile of success in pretending to be cool.
The clerk wiped his eyes and said, "I must be half asleep... I actually saw a black card in such a small shop. It must be a card sticker, right?"
In order to protect the clerk's eyesight, Kanako obediently agreed with her and said, "Well, this card sticker looks very similar, right?"
The system applauded: [Cool! I knew this move would be useful after practicing it!]
"Wait—"
A man's deep voice appeared at the counter.
He sneaked in while the clerk was serving Kanako, closed the glass door at the front as soon as he entered the store, and then deliberately walked around several display cabinets and shelves, hiding behind the filled goods and temporarily concealing his figure.
The man gasped and pulled out a black gun from his coat. He pointed it at Kanako and the clerk and said with trembling fingers, "Hand over the money."
The clerk's pupils suddenly constricted: "!!!"
On the other hand, Kanako was extremely excited: "Wow, this is a robbery live broadcast that I have never seen before!"
man:?
The system couldn't bear to watch it anymore. It felt sorry for the man's fate and mourned for him in silence.
"Would you mind showing some mercy?" the system said with pity.
"Your suggestion is good. I agree with it." Kanako nodded.
Kanako cleared her throat, raised her hands, and said, "I don't have any money!"
The man was stunned for a moment, and chose to put the strange words he just heard behind his mind. He returned to the state of robbery and said viciously: "Hand over the card too!"
"Please wait a moment! I'll open the cash register now." The clerk's voice diverted the man's attention. She bit her lip and dealt with him calmly.
The clerk walked up to the counter and quietly stepped on the raised alarm button in the dark.
"You need to enter a password and permission to open the machine... Please wait a little longer." She made excuses to delay time.
Sure enough, seeing the clerk cooperating with his robbery, the man subconsciously leaned towards the counter and urged the clerk to take out the money.
Kanako, who had seen everything, tilted her head in confusion.
The clerk was in a state of extreme shock when he was talking to her just now, so how come he was so calm when faced with a robbery?
And this robber had no professionalism at all. He looked very nervous and his whole body was shaking slightly.
It's so hard for ordinary people to understand...
Kanako raised her chin towards the system, and the system immediately understood what she meant. It rushed behind the man, opened its mouth, grabbed the back of his collar, and dragged him out!
“Ah!!” The man screamed as he was dragged to the ground. He twisted his neck with all his might and found that there was no one behind him. His face turned even paler. “It’s haunted… It’s haunted! Help!!!”
The clerk watched as the man was dragged out of the store by something invisible, and finally his clenched fists slowly loosened.
Just as Kanako was about to comfort her, the clerk suddenly raised his foot, stepped on the gun that fell to the ground accurately, and snorted angrily.
"You can scream even if you scream your throat out, but no one will come to save you!" The clerk immediately took the initiative.
The man howled, "Broken throat! Broken throat!"
Within a few minutes, a police car arrived outside the store with sirens blaring, and they rushed forward with trained tactics and pinned the man to the ground.
"Ms. Kuko Umekawa, are you okay?" After arresting the man for attempted robbery, a police officer greeted the clerk in a familiar, casual tone. "This must be the second time this month, right? I don't know what's going on lately, with so many people breaking the law and committing crimes. And they're all newbies."
System: […Isn’t today the fifth day of this month?]
"Please don't call me by my full name," said the shop assistant, Kuko Umekawa... sorry, it was Miss Umekawa, shrugged. "Does it still seem strange to you? I'm used to it."
"Look at the department store next door. Two murders happened there last week alone. After the murders were solved, the cleaners there could go in and clean up without blinking an eye."
"For example, the day before yesterday, there was an explosion at the newly opened exhibition hall. Fortunately, there were no casualties. From a distance, it was more like watching firecrackers and fireworks."
"Compared to the bizarre murders that are popping up everywhere, this is just a mere robbery. He's still weak!" Miss Meichuan shook her head, feeling extremely disgusted with the man. She advised him kindly, "Next time you go out, you need to practice your robbery skills well, okay? Every industry has similar professional ethics. Don't let 'clients' like us discover your unprofessionalism, otherwise you will get a bad review. Do you understand?"
The man didn't listen at all and continued to struggle: "There's a ghost! It was a ghost that pulled me out! You saw it too! There was clearly nothing -"
Ms. Umekawa: "It's an illusion."
The policeman also responded: "It's an illusion."
"It's just a paranormal incident. You'll get used to it." Miss Meichuan comforted the man, smiling and lowering her voice. "Sir, since you dared to rob the store where I work, I hope that ghost or something ghostly will always follow you while you're in jail..."
“……Ah!!!” The man was going crazy.
"Okay, Ms. Umekawa, stop spouting the truth. I'll contact you another day when I'm free." The police officer quickly got into the driver's seat and picked up the intercom. "Ah, it seems another homicide has occurred."
Miss Meichuan watched the police car with its sirens blaring drive away. The next second, she turned around and instantly transformed herself into an ordinary store clerk. She said kindly, "Thank you for your patronage. The customized backpack will be delivered to your door in a few days!"
Kanako: "..."
She was a little confused, but deeply shocked.
Kanako quickly took out her phone and looked at the map, and found that the store was right on the edge of Beika Town.
"Yika Town has always been like this..." Kanako couldn't think of an exact adjective for a moment.
"Warm?" Miss Umekawa volunteered the word. She clasped her hands together and confidently introduced herself, "We in Beika Town have always been so warm and welcoming. Life here is truly warm!"
"As long as you live a good life and don't have any intentions to harm others, danger won't come your way," said Ms. Umekawa. "Although people were a little worried when the death rate started to rise, it's no longer surprising after a while."
Umekawa: "Besides, every time a murder occurs, the real culprit is caught immediately on the spot. Our Beika Town has a strong ability to handle cases. Please rest assured!"
"Okay... since you said so, then it must be the warmth unique to Beika Town!" Kanako began to accept the new regional culture.
After this ups and downs shopping experience, Kanako inevitably developed a stereotype of Beika Town.
Murders are happening everywhere, and ordinary people in Beika Town have long been accustomed to such sudden events, and have even spontaneously developed an orderly order.
Back at the technical high school, Kanako sat in a chair and pondered for a long time.
In order to be fully prepared for admission, Kanako visited people everywhere to get advice.
Naoko Ieiri discovered that her hair had grown a lot longer, from its original short hair to a pear-shaped bun that almost reached her shoulders.
Ange took out two thin bow hair ties and tied two small braids on both sides of Kanako's neck.
Nanami Kento repeatedly warned them, "Pay attention to your manners when going to school. Don't say anything that might scare ordinary people. Always follow the rules and adapt to the new environment."
Kanako patted her chest and assured, "Don't worry, I've already done some on-site research and will definitely follow local customs!"
Nanami Kento: "Okay, I believe you."
After changing into the common elementary school uniform and carrying a brand new black schoolbag with a skull pattern, Kanako said goodbye to everyone on the first day of school and got into the black car provided by the auxiliary supervisor.
Teitan Elementary School, in the 1st grade Class B classroom.
The homeroom teacher, Sumiko Kobayashi, briefly explained the transfer student before the class. Amidst the welcoming applause, Kanako walked up to the podium with firm steps.
Write the big words "Gojo Kanako" on the blackboard.
"My name is Gojo Kanako. You don't need to care about my last name. Just call me Kanako." Kanako looked at the people below the stage with the momentum of a speech.
"My hobby is eating, and I prefer mayonnaise with white rice. My most confident subject is physical education, and I'm not very good at foreign languages..."
Kobayashi Sumiko breathed a sigh of relief. Her previous call with the parents was indeed effective.
Today we also prevented the birth of a hidden naughty child!
"Finally, it's about hobbies and interests..." Kanako came up with an answer that she had carefully considered, perfectly combined with local traditional customs, and was very suitable in her mind.
"I'm very happy to watch and solve murders. If you need help, feel free to come to me!" Kanako put her hands on her hips.
"Just call the hotline, and we'll rush to your door in five minutes and apprehend the murderer and the bad guys without breaking any law!"
After he finished speaking, the primary school students in the audience burst into exclamations one after another, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.
System: [Wait, is this the self-introduction you spent all these days thinking about?! How can you be like an ordinary person?!]
Kanako was puzzled: [Huh? Isn't this an ordinary person from Beika Town?]
"How could this happen...QAQ" Kobayashi Sumiko covered her face with her hands.
Edogawa Conan's face twitched, and he remembered a similar situation he had seen in high school before his body became smaller. He thought uncertainly:...school bully?
Kobayashi Sumiko spoke up in time to remedy the situation and finally quieted down the originally noisy class.
"Gojo, please sit by the window." Kobayashi Sumiko pointed to the only empty seat.
Kanako ran straight there carrying a small black backpack with a skull pattern on it.
She couldn't help but think: The window seat... It seems that the protagonists in many novels and comics are in this position. To be more precise, it is the second to last row, next to a half-open window. When you look up, you can see the cherry blossom trees outside, and when you look down, you can feel the breeze on your face.
As expected, she is the protagonist! Kanako is very satisfied. She must be the protagonist of a storybook called Kanako!
The bell for the first class rang soon and the English teacher entered the classroom.
Kanako stood up along with her classmates, bowed and greeted everyone, then sat down again.
Turning to the middle of the textbook, Kanako discovered that this was a text she had learned by herself two months ago.
Even so, she didn't dare to neglect it at all. She took out her pencil and wrote on the blank space following the teacher's instructions, concentrating her attention without slacking off at all...
More than ten minutes passed and Edogawa Conan yawned out of boredom.
After the body becomes smaller, it is already uncomfortable to live with the tone and behavior of a child and not be able to reveal it, but putting these aside, the overly simple elementary school classes sometimes seem to be torture.
His mind gradually wandered away.
It is rare for new transfer students to join the class in the middle of the semester. Most Japanese parents choose to wait until the beginning of a semester to let their children enroll. This is to allow the children to integrate into the new environment and not be left behind by their peers and studies.
As for mid-semester enrollment...most of the time it is due to some unavoidable special circumstances.
Conan Edogawa looked towards the window. Gojo Kanako's speech at the podium just now really shocked the audience and left a deep impression on him.
From the first moment he saw Kanako, Conan quickly saw some clues from her appearance as if he had a professional disease.
He has a rare appearance of white hair, but his features don't reveal any foreign tendencies. Perhaps he is mixed-race? He is cheerful and outgoing, not concerned about other people's opinions. His uniform is neatly kept. He is likely from a happy family or a wealthy family.
Uh...especially that overly eye-catching backpack style, which can really highlight the unique aesthetic preferences.
The above content was the conclusion drawn in a very short time. When Conan turned his head, he saw Kanako lowered her head, staring at the book motionlessly.
After a few seconds, the hand holding the pen opened and closed on the book, and Conan witnessed the whole process of Kanako drawing a stick figure in the blank area.
Halfway through the painting, I realized that the page was not spacious enough, so I had to move it up and draw a few clouds on the edge of the table.
Conan: ...
Weren't you paying attention to the class before? Is it really okay to learn to be distracted so quickly?!
Well, this has nothing to do with him... Conan complained in his heart and originally planned to turn back after taking a look, but the next second, Kanako held the pen in her right hand and supported her chin with her left hand. Her upper body was still standing straight, but her head tilted to the side, and she fell asleep in a very tricky posture.
With his eyes tightly closed and his mouth slightly open, his body rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing. Conan had never seen a more standard sleeping posture than this.
The English teacher had a clear view from the podium and naturally noticed Kanako's abnormality.
He simply paused after finishing a paragraph and checked the newly added name on the student list: "Gojo, please answer this question."
Kanako suddenly woke up, stood up, and repeated the question accurately, saying in a resounding voice: "I was listening carefully, but English is something that I still can't understand no matter how long I study!"
The English teacher was speechless: "Okay... please sit down."
Kanako nodded, and within three seconds of sitting down, she was once again in that deep sleeping position.
Edogawa Conan was stunned: ...Is it really possible for someone to listen to a lecture while sleeping? Or is it some new learning method that he hasn't learned yet?
With the experience from last time, the English teacher noticed that Kanako was sleeping again and had no reason to wake her up. Just when Conan thought that Kanako would sleep until the get out of class was over, in less than half a minute, Kanako suddenly opened her eyes and took out a bag of candy from the drawer.
She looked at the blackboard with bright eyes, nodded slightly from time to time to interact with the teacher, showing an expression of thoughtfulness and careful thinking. While the teacher turned his back to write on the blackboard, her hand under the edge of the table threw the opened candy to her mouth at lightning speed.
Kanako: Chew, chew.
By the time the teacher came back, he had already swallowed a candy.
After a few minutes of multitasking, Kanako finished the whole bag of candy. She licked the corner of her mouth, piled the books in the drawer on the table, and took out a cell phone from her pocket openly.
Start playing with your phone.
Throughout the class, her activities weren't completely unrelated to her studies; they were incredibly enriching. When the bell rang, Kanako stretched and sighed, "What a fulfilling class!"
Hearing this, Edogawa Conan roared in his heart: "Where is it fulfilling? You are not paying attention to the class at all!"
Primary school students, please study hard!
"Hey, Conan, Conan!" After class, the three members of the Junior Detective League gathered around Conan's desk, "About that new student..."
"Did you hear what she said when she introduced herself?" said Ayumi Yoshida.
"Ah...I heard it." Conan responded.
Yoshida Ayumi: "That sounds super cool!"
Kojima Genta muttered, "Next time I introduce myself, I'm going to say the same thing, and then include the honor of our Junior Detective Team..."
Conan imagined such a scene and felt ashamed of bragging. He immediately frowned: Don’t add it!
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya and Conan had the same idea, but they made the wrong point: "Everyone's speaking time will be limited. Genta, if you introduce all the cases we have solved, you will be kicked off the stage before you finish!"
"How could this happen!" lamented Kojima Genta.
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was about to say something when he looked aside: "Hey, where's Ayumi?"
"While you were chatting, I had already set out to find new classmates." Haibara Ai said softly.
The two boys from the Junior Detective League hurriedly followed Ayumi's footsteps, and Conan found that the window was now surrounded by a group of people.
Sure enough, the charm of new things is irresistible to children.
Haibara Ai was flipping through a book. Without even looking up, she said, "The surname Gojo has been appearing quite frequently lately."
"The only general information available online and in the media suggests it's a low-key family business. They provide detailed descriptions of their subsidiary companies, but from a professional's perspective, it's mostly empty talk, deliberately mystifying the company. Their primary means of survival remains unknown."
"Recently?" Conan asked, "Did it start last month?"
Haibara Ai: "That's right. It started when the whole atmosphere in Beika Town became strange."
Edogawa Conan couldn't help but fall into thought. Since last month, the number of homicides in Beika Town has not fluctuated much, but the crime rate has risen by several percentage points.
Among them, 90% of the criminals were arrested on the spot due to various reasons such as negligence/unfamiliarity with the method/sudden inspiration. According to statistics, they were ordinary people with no criminal records.
The reasons these ordinary people commit crimes are varied. Some drop their newly bought ice cream, become mentally devastated, and seek revenge on society. Some, unable to finish their work, stab themselves on the street. There's even one who loses a race with a dog and, in despair, drags someone into the water, intending to commit suicide together...
It was as if they were all bewitched.
High emotional intelligence: a hundred flowers bloom.
Low emotional intelligence: demons are running wild.
The residents of Beika Town were not surprised by this and adapted to this environment in just a short period of time.
Conan had a hunch that there must be some underlying reason behind this change.
After listening to his thoughts, Haibara Ai seemed to agree.
While she was collecting information in her spare time while doing experiments, she accidentally came across information about the Gojo Group and had some impression of this surname.
A white light flashed in his mind, and Edogawa Conan thought of something, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Have you come to any conclusion?" asked Huibara Ai.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly understood why Gojo Kanako looked so familiar to me..." Conan said.
That carefree personality, that peculiar train of thought that made him constantly want to complain, coupled with the seemingly wealthy family background...
Isn’t that Suzuki Sonoko!
At this time, Conan, or you could say Kudo Shinichi, had not yet realized that he had made an extremely wrong judgment.
*
At the end of the day's classes, Kanako discovered something.
My classmates are so enthusiastic!
Fortunately, she is also very enthusiastic!
With Kanako's energy, it was more than enough for her to deal with more than a dozen people of her age (a difference of one or two years is still considered the same age!) at the same time. She even specially took out two bags of her own snacks to share with her classmates.
Among all the female classmates, Kanako was the first to remember Ayumi Yoshida.
She is a very proactive girl, good at socializing, and very thoughtful. When a group of classmates gathered around Kanako, Yoshida Ayumi consciously organized them so that they would not ask too many questions at once, and also helped Kanako learn the names of those classmates who asked questions.
"What about you? You've been introducing yourself to everyone for so long, what's your name?" Kanako asked.
"My name is Yoshida Ayumi, and I'm a member of the Junior Detective League," said Yoshida Ayumi. "We've helped the police solve many cases!"
Oh, Kanako understands this. It’s similar to a student club, right?
Solving cases should be a local club activity in Beika Town, after all, cases happen everywhere.
"That's awesome! Can I join?" Kanako regretted what she said. It was too sudden and might scare ordinary people.
She remembered the little piece of knowledge Nanami Kento had forced her to cram before school: "Maintaining an appropriate sense of boundaries with others will make you respect them more," and immediately changed her words: "No, I meant to help."
Kanako took out a stack of white postcards from her schoolbag and handed one to Ayumi.
"This is our family's contact information," Kanako explained. "If you encounter any unsolvable problems or terrifying supernatural events while investigating a case, be sure to call this number!"
In fact, it is the phone number of the auxiliary personnel of the Gojo family who is responsible for assisting the sorcerer in carrying out the mission.
"By the way, I almost forgot to give one to everyone." Kanako quickly stood up to make sure everyone had a copy before school officially ended.
Conan was still curious about the connection between the Gojo family and the strange phenomena in Beika Town, when the clue (business card) appeared in his palm.
Conan was in a complicated mood: this was the most exciting time.
In the afternoon, the auxiliary supervision black car stopped at the street corner. Kanako said goodbye to the new classmates she had just met and was about to turn around and get in the car when she was stopped by someone.
"Gojo-san, it's like this. Because of special instructions from the technical high school, we need to improve Gojo-san's new persona at the start of the school year, strengthen the sense of ceremony, and at the same time protect him from discrimination on campus and put an end to bullying on campus..." After he finished reading the lines, he looked like he had prepared himself mentally for a long time.
The man put on a pair of white gloves and clapped his hands gently: "Pa pa."
Four men in black suits and black sunglasses quickly jumped out of another black car at the intersection. They took out a roll of red carpet from the trunk and laid it all the way from Kanako's feet to the back door.
The leading assistant supervisor cleared his throat and read aloud firmly, "Welcome Miss Gojo home from school!"
The four of them repeated: "Welcome Miss Gojo home from school!"
Kanako didn't feel embarrassed at all. She and the elementary school students at the school gate cheered, "Wow, so cool!"
Conan and Haibara Ai were silent at the same time: "..."
Okay, now that they’ve confirmed that she’s from the Gojo Group and that she’s the eldest daughter, there’s no need to prove it to them anymore!
After getting on the bus, Kanako took out her cell phone to edit a text message, ready to share what she had learned from the first day of class with everyone in the technical high school.
Just then, the screen lit up and two reports were sent to her phone.
"The latest status of the Panxing Sect's activities after Tianyuan announced the end of assimilation, and "Analysis of the physical constitution of Tian and Jufu who have no magical power and have developed adaptability to magical power."
Seeing the titles of these two documents, Kanako had a strange premonition.
Time to start changing history further :D!
【Author’s words】
The people in Beika Town are simple and honest (?)... You can tell what I'm talking about =w=, this time they are really simple and honest!
Resident: Thanks, what's this? A murder! Just passing by to take a look.
I won't be covering the main storyline of Detective Conan. My personal setting is that Wakasa Rumi hasn't transferred to become an English teacher yet, and her previous English teacher is an ordinary person.
Conan will be the background board for a long time (everyone knows that Kanako is in compulsory education, so that's ok!), the abnormality of Beika Town is laid out, and Kanako's personal action is to deal with the matter of the Danpanxing Cult first, and then to mess with the Death God elementary school students (Conan: Don't come over here) (buhi)
Psychic powers will be introduced in the next chapter! For those who haven't read it, it should probably not affect the reading experience (stacking buffs)!
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