The atmosphere was a little stalemate all of a sudden, and Mao Lilan thoughtfully hugged the little white pigeon back, and apologized for Bai Chuanxing.

Although Shirakawa didn't like this kind of behavior, he didn't need her help to apologize.

Seeing this, the proprietress hurriedly came out to play a round:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please try our special Japanese sweets, and there will be a popcorn event later."

The Japanese sweets are beautifully made, in the shape of a maple leaf, a rabbit, and a flower......

There are nearly 20 kinds of shapes, in short, the appearance is very high, which makes the three Maori exclaim again and again.

Shirakawa Xing had no appetite, and was even visibly unhappy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang served a plate of beautifully decorated Chinese pastries in time, which made Bai Chuanxing's face soothe.

"Wow, this one is pretty, too."

On the white plate, a few round pink pastries are arranged, lightly decorated with mint leaves, and the enticing fragrance fills the air.

Mao Lilan suddenly lost interest in wagashi, after all, wagashi is not good to eat, it is only suitable for taking pictures.

And what Zhufu Jingguang brought out was full of color and fragrance, and it was delicious at first glance.

"Hydrangea pastry, an ordinary Chinese pastry. Try it, and if you like it, let Mr. Midorikawa continue to do it."

Shirakawa Xing didn't plan to eat, but looked at the mountain opposite a little distracted.

The proprietress also brought tea: "Please drink tea."

Shirakawa Xing said to the proprietress as if unintentionally, "Miss Takehara, I see that the trees on the mountain behind you seem to be smaller than the trees here, were they planted later?"

The hostess saw that the guests were interested, and also sat down to chat:

"yes, about eighteen years ago, there was a fire here that burned almost two mountains, and those little trees only grew later. So it looks very different from the tree in front of it."

Eighteen years ago, that is, when he left Nagano Prefecture.

Zhu Fu Jingguang immediately came to his senses and asked, "Do you know what caused the fire?"

The proprietress was puzzled: "I'm not from here, I don't know what's going on."

It happened that the boss walked out at this time, and when he heard this, he answered Zhu Fu Jingguang's question casually:

"I've heard that in a village over there, a child accidentally lit a firewood house, causing the fire to spread to the mountains and not stop for a while. I heard that the fire spread so fast that it burned a lot of people."

Fire? The fire burned the mountain?!

Zhu Fu Jingguang was in a trance, as if he saw a vague figure holding a torch.

The boss looked a little embarrassed, and then said heartily: "These things have passed, the wild boar on our side tastes very good, I will make you a peony pot at night, I don't know if you like it or not."

His wife is different, he often runs outside, and yesterday he recognized Shirakawa Xing, who was in the newspaper, and knew that this was a big benefactor.

Shirakawa Xing seems to like this very much, if he can use this store that was originally intended to be sold, and get next to Shirakawa Xing, then the day when he will soar is not far off.

"Peony pot!"

Maori's eyes widened:

"I like it the most!"

Bai Chuanxing intimately explained to Xiaolan: "The peony pot is a kind of hot pot made of pork, which tastes pretty good, and in this environment, it is very appropriate."

When the boss heard Bai Chuanxing's affirmation, his smile became brighter, and he said modestly:

"Hopefully I'll be lucky enough to catch the boar."

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Maori laughed out of a pig's voice, looking so hungry that he couldn't do it:

"May you go well with your hunting and return with a full load~"

Bai Chuanxing's eyelids jumped, pinched up a milk glutinous rice cake, and looked at the boss for the last time.

With Uncle Maori's words, I'm afraid this boss won't be able to come back alive, right?

It's miserable.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was more interested in the fire that the boss said, and asked the boss's wife:

"Excuse me, you know that fire

Where has the village gone? I don't seem to see a village on the map."

The proprietress thought for a moment and said, "I remember, it seems that there is a big boss who is going to develop an amusement park over there, so everyone has moved away. Later, the amusement park was not built, maybe there was an accident, or it was too remote to have no guests."

Conan was more interested, and he touched his chin and thought, "If it's a big family, the firewood house is usually far away from the residence, right? Why did so many people burn to death? Could it be that there was something that ignited the fire before that family's house? The fire started in the middle of the night, and no one noticed?"

Conan's question is obviously out of line, and the proprietress who married her said she didn't know: "Ah, it's time to show popcorn, I'll go and help prepare."

Then they drove away, and only a few of them were left in the courtyard for sightseeing.

Shirakawa Xing saw Conan thinking with low eyebrows, and chuckled:

"Conan, are you curious?"

Conan scratched his head embarrassedly:

"It's just a little hard to figure it out."

Shirakawa Xing looked at the fiery red maple tree in the distance, and spoke as if narrating a movie:

"On that day, most of the people in that household were given sleeping pills. Someone poured gasoline between the houses, and the gasoline passed through the firewood house and spawned all the way to the forest behind, on a firewood pile that had already been prepared. And then all it takes is a little bit of a spark......."

Shirakawa Xing seemed to remember something happy about, and couldn't help laughing:

"It only takes a little spark to bloom the brightest fireworks, the most beautiful fireworks irrigated with blood."

Maori frowned, he didn't like Shirakawa Xing's way of speaking, like a perverted murderer:

"You mean it was a murder? But that was eighteen years ago, how do you know?"

"Well, maybe it's because the family's surname is Kurosawa, and I happened to be surnamed Kurosawa before I was adopted."

Bai Chuanxing raised his cup and wanted to take a sip very forcefully, but he felt that this cup of light and slightly bitter tea did not fit the artistic conception at this time.

"Mr. Midorikawa, can you help me get a bottle of Cointreau? Would you like to have two drinks together, Mr. Maori?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't move, staring straight at the table, his pupils dilated, as if the three souls had lost seven spirits.

Shirakawa sighed, "Forget it, I'll go by myself."

Conan frowned and pushed Fu Jingguang: "Brother Green Chuan, are you okay?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was pushed awake, grabbed Conan's hand, and pushed him to the ground.

Hearing Xiaolan and Maori's exclamations, he reacted and apologized in a panic:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Maori said dissatisfiedly, "Really, what are you doing?"

Conan was held in Xiaolan's arms, and said very generously, "Brother Midorikawa just heard the story that Brother Shirakawa said, and he was in a daze, are you also from that village?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled a little reluctantly: "No, I'll go find the young master first."

Bai Chuanxing came over with wine, and when he saw Fu Jingguang, he looked restless, and said thoughtfully:

"Mr. Midorikawa should be tired these days, so why don't you go and rest first."

Only when you calm down can you recall more.

Although the events of the year have nothing to do with you, from your point of view, it should be very painful, right?

Shirakawa's smile was shallow and sincere.