"What did you say?" After the others left, when Maori and the others entered the inner room of the temple, they heard the shocking news, "That Yakushi Nyorai Buddha statue has been stolen?" ”

"That's right." Monk Long Yuan sighed, "As early as eight years ago, this Buddha statue was stolen. ”

"Then, why didn't you call the police?" Xiaolan looked at Long Yuan in surprise and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Actually, at that time, I advocated calling the police immediately." Monk Long Yuan smiled bitterly, "But he was stopped by the host, and his old man said that if there is fate, he can meet this Buddha statue sooner or later, so ......"

“...... I really want to open it. Maori was stuck in his throat in one breath, and only after a while did he spit out a sentence.

"......" Asaka and Conan glanced at each other, and each saw a hint of speechlessness in each other's eyes.

Should we say that this old monk is a cultivated monk with a profound mind, or should I say that he is stupid?

"And just like that, eight years passed quickly." Long Yuan offered fragrant tea to everyone and sighed lightly, "Just five days ago, I found a letter in the mailbox of the temple, so I invite you to come. With that, he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Kogoro Mori.

"No stamps, no sender?" Maori took the envelope and looked at it for a long time, and finally frowned slightly, opened the envelope casually, and took out two pages of stationery.

"As long as you understand the contents of the picture, you can find the location of the Buddha statue?" Asaba and Conan lay on Maori's back, looking at the handwriting written on the first piece of letter, and couldn't help but read it out, "So ......"

"This picture ......" When Maori opened the second piece of letter, the three of them froze.

"What are you drawing?"

At the same time, a motorcycle was quietly parked in front of an izakaya in front of a street in Kyoto.

"Thank you, uncle." With a hearty chuckle, the curtain was lifted, and the figure of a teenager walked out of it, the teenager was wearing a sports jacket and slightly dark skin, it was none other than Hattori Heiji who had come from Osaka.

"It's really hard to find eyewitnesses in the early hours of the morning." Hattori frowned, "So these guys ...... Well? Just as Hattori was thinking, suddenly, as if he had felt something, he jerked his head up to look at the other side of the street, and at the same time, a female scream suddenly rang out.

"Catch ...... Catch the robbers! ”

Hattori raised his head and saw not far away, a man riding a bicycle was snatching the handbag of a middle-aged woman dressed in a rather classical style, and was speeding in his direction, yelling at himself with a fierce face, trying to get Hattori out of the way.

"Interesting." Hattori chuckled, casually removed the wooden frame with the curtain from the door of the izakaya, waved it twice in his hand, looked at the man who was getting closer and closer, his eyes flashed, the starting hand of the kendo flashed, and the wooden frame was directly and accurately stabbed in front of the calf of the man's right leg, and the man screamed in pain, and fell directly from the bicycle and fell hard.

"You wait for me!" The man burst into tears of pain, and he couldn't take care of his handbag, so he immediately ran away with his right leg in his hands. And Hattori didn't have any intention of chasing, just let the man disappear on the other side of the street corner, smiling slightly.

"I hit the 'Benkei Tears', it's no wonder you don't hurt." Hattori chuckled lightly, casually put the wooden frame in his hand back on the eaves of the izakaya, then picked up the handbag that had fallen on the ground, turned around and smiled at the middle-aged woman behind him.

"Thank you so much." The middle-aged woman looked quite graceful, smiled at Hattori, and took the handbag, "This little brother was really angry just now." ”

"It's nothing, it's just a gesture." Hattori smiled and was about to turn around and ride a motorcycle away, but his eyes suddenly stopped behind the middle-aged woman.

To be precise, he noticed that behind this middle-aged woman, there was also a young woman.

"I opened a tea house near Miyagawa Town, and my name is Tae Yamakura." The middle-aged woman smiled, handed Hattori a business card, then turned to the young woman behind her and said, "You can come and say hello too." ”

"My name is Chizuru Suzuru." The young woman smiled at Hattori, gave him a blessing, and handed Hattori a business card, "Please advise." ”

Taking the business card, looking at the name written on it in flowers, Hattori silently recited it in his heart a few times, and then raised his head and looked at the young woman.

The woman was a young woman, who looked at most like herself, dressed in a very classic kimono, with her long hair combed into the temples and a thick layer of white foundation on her face, which looked very similar to the costume of courtesans in some Japanese custom shops.

But what Hattori cares about is not the woman's appearance and clothing. On the contrary, when the woman handed her the business card just now, a band-aid was attached to the upper and lower part of the thumb of her left hand, which made Hattori's gaze pause slightly.

Wounds in such places...... Hattori's gaze flickered slightly, what could be the cause?

This kind of wound seems to be a little familiar to me...... Hattori frowned, but it seemed a little different......

"Next time, come and sit in my shop." Tae Yamakura smiled at Hattori, interrupted Hattori's thoughts, and said, "Thank you for your kindness this time." ”

"It's nothing." Hattori, who was interrupted from his train of thought, could only give up this somewhat useless thinking, and hurriedly smiled and waved his hand, and got on his motorcycle, "Okay, when you go back, remember to be careful." As he spoke, he twisted the handlebars of the motorcycle and left with the rumble of the motor.

In a certain alley, a figure stood quietly in the alley, looking at the motorcycle speeding by at the entrance of the alley, the man's face showed a slight fluctuation.

There was a slight squirm in the pocket of his jacket, and then a small furry head protruded from the man's pocket.

The man affectionately touched his pet's little head, and then slowly raised his head, still without the slightest expression on his face.

At this time, the Maori group in the Sanno Temple was still studying the second strange picture.

The reason why I say the picture is because the second picture looks like a child's stick figure, and the center of the picture looks like a five-story bookshelf and a five-story tower, because the lines are so rough that you can only imagine what the building is.

However, the painting on the building, which looks like a bookshelf and a tower, is still quite clear.

"This is ......" Asa Yu looked at it for a while, and his brows suddenly furrowed.