The next morning.

Since the tram can be reached directly, it is much faster than driving by itself, and there are not many flights to the destination, so it will not appear crowded. Chi Feichi decisively gave up driving by himself.

The two teams of Maori Plague God trio and Ikemi gathered at the station and took the tram to Kanagawa.

When he arrived at the destination, Jiro Kuroki was already waiting in the station. When he saw Kogoro Mouri, he came forward enthusiastically, "Mr. Maori!"

"Kuroki," Kogoro Mori walked forward with a smile, "I want you to come and pick us up, I'm really trouble you!"

Chi Feichi followed and observed the nearby area.

This is a small town, not that prosperous, but quiet and leisurely enough.

There are not many passers-by, and there are almost no people coming here to travel. Most of the people entering and leaving the station are locals who want to go to other places or come back from outside.

Jiro Kuroki is a strong young man with his hair tied back in front, revealing his forehead and a line of eyebrows, a square face and thick palms. Compared to the apprentice of a well-known painter, he looks more like a sumo wrestler.

However, Chi Feichi noticed the thick cocoons that Jiro Kuroki had paintbrushes all year round, as well as the pink pigment left in the cracks of his nails, and a little trace of black and gray charcoal powder that penetrated deep into the joints on the side of his palm.

Drawing does not require flexibility in fingers, and it is not only good-looking hands that are suitable for picking up a brush.

Let’s not talk about the ideas and talents for now. It can be seen that Kuroki Jiro himself is a diligent person. As long as his talent is not so bad that it is outrageous, his works will not be too bad.

However, the morning river and quiet mountains are famous for their sketches, but are their disciples still taking care of painting gouache?

"Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Kuroki I told you last night," Kogoro Maori smiled and introduced the people he brought to Jiro Kuroki, "This is my disciple Ikeki!"

"Hello."

"This is his little sister Xiao Ai."

"Hello."

"This is my daughter Xiaolan, and Conan who is currently living in my house."

"Hello, Mr. Kuroki."

"Hello, please give me some advice."

"Please give me some advice," Jiro Kuroki responded with a smile, taking the duffel bag from Kogoro Mori's hand and walking outside the station. "Mr. Maori, I rode a bicycle and I can tie things to the back seat of the bicycle. We walk over and we can arrive without spending too much time."

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Outside the station, Jiro Kuroki put the duffel bag that Kogoro Mori brought with him in the back seat of the bicycle, took the bag that Chi Feichi brought with him, put it on, and tied it tightly.

When Kogoro Mori was waiting for Jiro Kuroki to tie his luggage, he talked about the serious matter, "Actually, on the phone last night, I had a rough understanding of the situation. Is Master Shizuyama's trough really that serious this time?"

"Yes," Kuroki Jiro looked worried, "In the past three months, the teacher has not even made a single work."

"How could this happen?" Maori Kogoro was puzzled.

Jiro Kuroki continued to tie his luggage, "I was thinking that he was already seventy years old, which may be a reason, but he seemed to have no inspiration for creation. He was so anxious that he even started to shake his fingers recently."

"That's very serious..." said Kogoro Mouri.

"The teacher hasn't eaten well recently, and his mood is not very stable," Kuroki Jiro tied his luggage and looked at Kogoro Mouri, "Sometimes he is very excited, and sometimes he seems unusually silent."

Maori Kogoro said with a heavy expression, "So, I finally had the idea of ​​committing suicide..."

"Well..." Kurokijiro responded and quickly said, "Anyway, I'll take you there first."

On the mountain behind the station, houses are sparsely located on both sides of the loess path built along the mountain. Behind the bamboo forest at the end is the residence of the Jingshan Mountain in the Zaohe River.

Jiro Kuroki pushed the bicycle and carried a group of people's luggage to lead the way. "The reason why I invited Mr. Maori to come here today is mainly because I hope to help the teacher change his mood a little. You are a busy person and have caused you trouble."

"Where," Kogoro Mouri scratched his head and smiled, "I have been making friends with the master for many years, so of course I want to help him a little too!"

"Since there is a hotel with wine and hot springs here, of course, the uncle will not refuse," Conan, who was walking behind, exposed Kogoro Mori, "Right? Sister Koran."

"It's totally correct." Ran Maori said with a smile.

Maori Kogoro turned back speechlessly, "What are you talking about!"

"But when it comes to drinking and shaking hands," Ai Haibara looked at Chi Feichi, "Can it be a hepatic encephalopathy related to cirrhosis?"

"It's impossible to judge," Chi Feichi recalled, "hepatic encephalopathy related to cirrhosis will be accompanied by wing-like tremors, and the arms will shaking involuntarily. It is chronic, repeated changes in personality and behavior, and I can't judge if I don't see it."

"By the way," Kogoro Maori asked Jiro Kuroki, "Have Master Shizuyama never went to the hospital for a check-up?"

"You also know that the master is a man who wants face and is a bit stubborn," Kuroki Jiro smiled helplessly. "When I went to have a physical examination last year, the doctor did say that his liver was not good and asked him to control his alcohol consumption. However, he didn't like to go to the hospital. He said that it was the kind of old man who was treated as a disease everywhere. Of course, his condition didn't seem to be that serious, but his fingers sometimes trembled slightly, which affected his painting. I advised him twice, and seeing that he was in a worse mood, he could only let him go."

While talking, a group of people also entered the bamboo forest.

On both sides of the loess path, green bamboos stand neatly and green.

Fei Chi quietly leaned over and looked at the clear green bamboo forest and grassland, and instantly became energetic, "Master, the scenery here is really nice!"

"That's it, but your teacher's life is really good," Kogoro Maori was still talking to Jiro Kuroki with a smile, "Can you have an understanding apprentice like you be by your side."

Jiro Kuroki still has the honesty of a sumo wrestler, "It's just that I can have today with a teacher, but I didn't expect that Mr. Maori also has an apprentice."

"Yes, he is my chief disciple," Kogoro Mouri smiled, and glanced at the cold side face of Ikeki who was walking beside him. He leaned close to Jiro Kuroki's ear with a black thread and whispered, "He is very capable, but he has no intention of becoming a detective in the future, and he has nothing to do with understanding."

Chi Feichi didn't even give Kogoro Mouri, "Oh, I'm sorry."

Maori Kogoro: "!"

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His voice is so low that he can be heard?

The crisp and leisurely bird songs came from the bamboo forest.

"Human! Human!"

Maori Kogoro found the target to change the topic and looked up, "Oh? It's Huang Ying!"

Conan laughed dryly. The uncle faced his apprentice like a mouse meeting a cat, and it was beyond help.

Jiro Kuroki also found it interesting and smiled. In conjunction with Kogoro Mori's change of topic, "There are many yellow orioles in this bamboo forest."

Maori Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Chi Feichi: Look at other people's apprentices, can this kid be gentle to the teacher... No, the requirements are too high, can he be more kind?

Ikeki glanced at Kogoro Mori's resentful face and looked away: childish.

Maori Kogoro: "..."

How to break if you feel despised by your disciples, how can you maintain the dignity of being a teacher in front of such disciples, online, etc.

"It was from here," Maori Ran was really distracted. He didn't notice the silent contempt and contempt between the master and apprentice here. He walked to the bamboo forest and looked deep into the bamboo forest, "Huh? This person is..."

In the bamboo forest, an old man dressed in gray and quaint and gray hair was left behind his neck sat on the stone, with his back facing the road, and placed painting tools at his feet, focusing on the painting on the easel in front of him.

"Master Jingshan!" Ran Maori recognized the other party.

Ai Haibara walked to the bamboo forest, looked at the back, nodded slightly, and he did have a bit of a master's demeanor, and he didn't look so bad.

Maori Kogoro took a group of people into the bamboo forest and greeted Mount Hayakawa.

Hayakawa Shizuyama put the painting aside and let Conan and Ai Haibara take it to see it. He laughed at Kogoro Mori, "Tsai said, it's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. That's the case. If you can't find it, you'll come here."

Maori Kogoro as he had agreed to Kuroki Jiro before, pretending that a group of people were just visiting, and laughed, "When I saw the Honyu Station, I suddenly thought of the master's appearance, so I brought these juniors to visit, disturbing your purity. Please don't be surprised!"

Conan and Ai Haibara looked at the painting aside and walked closer with it.

"It's okay," Zaohe Jingshan said with a smile, "It's a good thing to be lively occasionally."

"However, it's great to see your body so strong!" said Kogoro Mori.

"Don't look at me as old, I'm getting stronger!" Zaohe Jingshan was still sitting on the stone, with long white beards left. The wrinkles on his face were a little curved with a smile, which made people feel kind at a glance. He turned around and pointed at the bamboo forest and said, "Take it just now, I'm sitting here to sketch the bamboo forest, hahaha..."

Kogoro Mori approached and stood beside him, lowering his eyebrows and staring, and Jiro Kuroki, who was extremely respectful, muttered in a low voice, "Why can't I see at all the pressure on the master?"

"Can't you still see it?" Kurokijiro opened one of his eyes and said seriously, "He doesn't want others to see his lonely appearance, so he insists on calming down."

Maori Kogoro turned around and observed the Mount Hayakawa.

Is it pretending?

Chi Feichi also observed the state of Jingshan Mountain in the morning and always felt that he didn't look like a person who would commit suicide.

A yellow oriole flew across the bamboo forest chuckling, attracting the attention of Ran Mori and Ai Haibara.

Maori Kogoro looked up at the yellow oriole, "This is the sound made by the yellow oriole when it crosses the valley."

Zaohe Jingshan stood up. He was not tall, about 1.6 meters tall. He was probably older, with a little thin body, and looked a little shorter. "Actually, that's their warning voice. Sorry, I have to ask you to leave here first. This bamboo forest is a sacred and inviolable holy land for these yellow orioles..."

The yellow oriole sang and flew around and landed on Chi Feichi's shoulder. He still called his friends with a crisp cry, "Here, here."

The spirituality is not enough to make it express it too clearly. It just feels that the person makes it feel comfortable and feels like seeing his companions. I want to ask the companions to come and see it and witness its new discoveries.

Conan, Ran Maori, Ai Haibara was silent.

Saikawa Shizuyama and Kurokijiro also fell silent.

Is this Huang Ying’s warning?

All fell on someone else's shoulders.

Maori Kogoro secretly observed Saikawa Shizuyama's slightly surprised and embarrassed expression, and felt sweaty.
Chapter completed!