Although there are many tourists, this is indeed a small island, and when I checked in, several people easily heard the news from the front desk in charge of reception.

"If you're here to find Saori, it looks like she hasn't been back for a few days since she left the island." The girl at the front desk who told them the news said casually, "This is the busiest time on the island, and she is suddenly absent from work, and the boss is very angry." ”

Hattori nodded his head in thanks, looked at each other with the others, and realized that Saori Menribi was probably having a big problem.

"She's working in a souvenir shop, right?" Heiji Hattori, who was a little more clean-faced, suggested, "Let's go out on the street like other tourists." ”

The size of the island is acceptable, but there are not many inhabitants, and there is only one concentrated commercial block on the whole island, except for the rest of the island, which is still in its original state.

The saying of high EQ is to maintain the original ecology of nature, and the low EQ means that there are few people and few money, and the overall degree of development is not high.

So it's only natural to take a walk around the shopping street and find a shop where Saori Motsuri works.

"Mermaid Omamori, Mermaid Eima......" Moriran bent down and looked carefully at the goods on the counter, "The mermaid belt, uh, well, it's quite distinctive, but this dugong steamed bun ......"

She stared at the mermaid figure on the packaging that blended with the surrounding waves with strange lines, and remembered the legend about "eating mermaid meat for immortality", and was a little speechless for a while.

"It's really a lot of mermaid products...... Toyama and Ye picked up a painting with a mermaid depiction, looked at the mermaid pendant in Conan's hand, was silent for a moment, and changed the subject, "So, what is a dugong?" ”

There are not many serious handmade products or local specialties here, and these mass-produced goods with obvious industrial traces are certainly impossible for such a small island with obvious shortage of human resources to have the ability to produce these.

Transporting goods from the island to the island for sale will inevitably increase a lot of transportation and storage costs.

At the end of the day, to travel here is to spend the price of a ferry ticket to a place far away from the island and buy a product that also pays for the ferry ticket......

Although this is the essence of many tourism projects, it is too bad to say it at this time, so she still chooses to ignore the complaints that come to her mouth at the first time.

"The dugong is a mammal in the ocean. From afar, it looks a bit like a human being. Following behind her, looking at these products that were hard to rub on the keywords, Hattori Heiji, who was also speechless, replied casually.

"So dugong means mermaid? It's no wonder that there is a 'dugong festival' on the island. Yuanshan Kazuha nodded.

"That's not it, the dugong is a real marine animal, but there is a theory that the dugong is the prototype of the mermaid, and it is the sailors who sailed away who saw the shadow of the dugong floating above it and mistakenly thought it was a humanoid creature with a fish tail, so there is a legend of the mermaid." Picking up a strange, abstract dugong steamed bun that looked a little out of the way, he sighed and added, "There are also legends that say that dugong meat is the ingredient that can support the elixir of immortality. I guess the people here are considering these two statements. ”

Conan nodded after listening to his words, and then looked at Tang Ze, who was holding a royal guard without saying a word: "Brother Tang Ze, why haven't you spoken?" ”

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Tang Ze stared at the words "American Shrine" on the imperial guard for a long time before reluctantly putting things back, "I feel that they are working hard to make money." ”

What do you want him to say? This is a kanji joke that is difficult to understand with the Japanese.

Theoretically, Tang Ze understood that since the Japanese do not refer to the United States as the United States in Chinese characters, the American island does not actually remind the Japanese of America, which is not the same meaning.

But it was hard for him not to think about the name.

Considering that Shimabukuro Kimie is actually a shrine maiden in an American shrine, he always has a kind of beauty that she should not engage in assassination or murder when she takes revenge, but should carry Gatling and carry an RPG to directly raise the enemy......

Tang Ze, who was afraid that he would be a prophecy, quickly looked away, picked up a badge again, glanced over at the price, turned it back and carefully looked at the abstract print on his face for a while, and politely put it back.

Forget it, you don't have to buy some gifts to give back to people, the souvenirs here give people a feeling that taking them back and giving them to coop will in turn lose their favorability.

"Dugong arrows?" Kogoro Maori, who was in charge of inquiring about Saori Katsuri's whereabouts with the clerk, repeated the word with a frown.

"Yes, that's the talisman of immortality that we have here." The woman standing at the cash register continued, "Saori lost the one she poked at last year's festival, so she's always afraid that the merfolk will punish her. ”

"Oh......" Although Mori Kogoro nodded, the expression on his face was still completely confused.

"That arrow is still very valuable, and many tourists come for it, which is the most valuable blessing of the festival." Sensing his disapproval, the woman continued, "It's normal for Saori to be scared. ”

"But that's just a talisman, is it really going to disappear because you lost it?" Mori Kogoro asked.

"Because mermaids really exist."

Hearing the voice of swearing behind him, Mori Kogoro turned his head to look.

A woman with a trimmed mushroom head wearing a clerk's uniform, saw his puzzled gaze, and said firmly, "The Dugong Arrow is tied with the hair of the goddess who has given divine power, and those who possess this arrow can realize their dream of immortality." It was a magic weapon with divine powers, and if you lose it, it's normal for Saori to want to escape. ”

After saying this, the woman looked at the room full of people staring at her, as if she had suddenly woken up, stunned, smiled awkwardly, and turned her head in disguise.

“…… Who's that? Mori Kogoro asked strangely as he watched her turn around and tidy up the shelves.

"Oh, she's Naoko Kuroe, a childhood friend who grew up with Saori." The woman at the cash register sighed, "O young people from the island, alas. ”

Aside from the sudden rudeness of interjecting into the conversation, and her mental state being a little erratic, there was nothing unusual about this woman.

But the subtle blue-black underneath her eyes, and the slightly pale, bloodless complexion, always made it seem that something was not right.

Tang Ze put down the things in his hand, silently looked at Kuroe Naoko's back, squinted his eyes, and quickly opened the third eye.

Although it is impossible to distinguish a person who exists in a temple or a shadow with the naked eye, the special sensory vision of the third eye can more or less detect some anomalies.

This is especially true when it comes to issues related to the ability to perceive the world.

In the next moment, Tang Ze suddenly covered his mouth and nose, coughed and staggered back two steps, almost hitting the cabinet behind him.

"Eh, Tang Ze, what's wrong with you, are you okay?" Mao Lilan, who was still looking at the goods and taking pictures by the way, hurriedly supported him and looked at Tang Ze's feet.

There are no obstacles, why can't Tang Ze stand up straight as if he tripped over something.

“…… It's okay, I saw something strange, and suddenly I choked on my saliva. Tang Ze opened his tightly closed eyes, slowly lowered his hand, maintained his usual complexion, and smiled at Mao Lilan, "Mermaid electric fan or something, it's too ......."

"That's it......" Glancing at the things in Tang Ze's hand, Mao Lilan also smiled, "In order to seize this opportunity, everyone on the island is working hard." ”

What a strange merchandise, it's all like I want to stuff everything with the word mermaid in the store.

"The goddess is the chief priest of the festival, and the most famous representative of our island, the grandmother of the Shimabukuro family." The woman was still eagerly introducing Mori Kogoro, "You've heard of it, that long-lived old man. ”

"Oh, the old man who is said to have lived for more than a hundred years, right? What is her actual age......? ”

"Ah, some say it's one hundred and eighty years old, others say two hundred years old. Actually, everyone on the island is not so clear, if you are interested, you might as well go directly to the shrine to see? ”

Tang Ze listened to their conversation in his ears and quickly adjusted his breathing.

The strong smell of salty seawater that permeated his mouth, as well as the sharp fishy smell that lingered on the tip of his nose, were all ignored by him, and he watched them continue to inquire as if nothing had happened, and made the decision to go to the shrine.

His heart was turbulent, as if he had just seen the scene.

Why is it that as soon as he opens the third eye, it is as if he has been pressed into the sea, whether it is the pressure that drowns in an instant, the waves that rush to his face, or the sea water that is about to fill the alveoli directly along the respiratory tract......

What's wrong with the impression space here?

Kexue world is really full of surprises......

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"Ah, fortunately, we are planning to go to the island as tourists, otherwise it would be too tiring and boring to ask questions like such headless flies." Heiji Hattori, who was standing in front of the booth, sighed quietly while lining up.

There are indeed not many residents on this small island, and it is very convenient to inquire about people, but just as Tang Ze guessed before, when he asked about the specific whereabouts of Saori Menrib, they were all vague, or they were chatting, and the topic forked to the legend of the mermaid.

The island's aborigines seem to be keen to turn everything to the upcoming dugong festival, or the mermaid legend as a local attraction, like a group of enthusiastic sales, three sentences without merchandising, and the effective information is really limited.

"Then as I just said, let's move freely for half an hour, and then after eating, go to that American shrine and ask for news from Saori Katori and the goddess?"

Mori Kogoro took the box handed over by Hattori Heiji, looked at the words "dugong maruko" on it, and suddenly couldn't poke it with the hand holding the skewer.

Theoretically, of course, he knew that this thing was most likely an ordinary octopus ball, but after writing such a line, he suddenly had a feeling that he was eating three no-products.

"Well, you can also ask the owners of different stores about the situation by the way." Hattori finished dividing the snacks he bought and said the next activity plan.

In fact, after hearing Kuroe Naoko's words, his enthusiasm for commissioning has waned a lot.

The crooked handwriting on the commission letter, as well as the babbling of this group of people, further set off this unreliable commission as if it were an oolong made by a mentally unstable guy.

If Saori Monori was really as they said, because he lost that arrow, he had a serious paranoia of being killed, and he thought that he would be cursed by divine powers, so he fled to the main island overnight......

Today's phone call, even if it was really something happened to her, it was very likely that something happened when she went to sea, so that she fell into the sea or was shipwrecked or something.

Even the previous phone calls were never answered, and there was an explanation - when sailing at sea, no cell phone signal was the norm.

The casualties in this case, whether they should be considered accidents or suicides, are all things to be discussed. Heiji Hattori couldn't help but be a little skeptical.

"Okay, then we'll split up...... Eh Conan, don't run so fast, have you got your phone! As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the small figure had swam into the crowd like a fish, and only had time to raise his voice and shout.

Conan just raised his hand and waved, not knowing if he heard her voice, and there was no shadow.

"Really, troublesome fellow." Mao Lilan looked in the direction he disappeared, muttered softly, and then withdrew his gaze and followed the distant mountains and leaves.

They just said they were going to the dessert shop to have a look.

Tang Ze, who stood in place and took in all her reactions: "......"

Just look at her bland reaction now, Conan, I'm afraid your matter is about to happen.

With an irrepressible smile on the corner of his mouth, Tang Ze turned his head, paused when he was habitually about to open the third eye and check the position of his teammates, and then took out his mobile phone.

It's a bit of a hassle to have a strange impression space or something.

In fact, Conan may not know that he acted alone very deliberately at this time, but he really can't care so much now.

As soon as he got on the island, he noticed the person who was suspected of being a joker, but he couldn't get in touch with him until now, and he was really anxious now.

Speeding through the dense crowd first, Conan found a quiet spot on the side of the street, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to make a call to Joker.

A hand suddenly reached out from behind, slapped his mouth, and dragged him backwards into the alley behind him.

“！” Conan, who was startled, was about to struggle, but the hand behind him had already been released.

With his feet firmly on the ground again, Conan looked back and saw a pair of brown eyes as calm as stagnant water under the black-framed mirror.

"You're, you're the ......," Conan pointed abruptly at the other.

"Teru Hoshikawa." Calmly reporting his name, Hoshikawa pointed to the inexplicable alley behind him, "The leader called you, follow me." ”

Well, he had only been separated from the army for a few minutes, and they were so accurately found that it seemed that Joker was really staring at them.

Muttering in his heart, there is no doubt that his Conan raised his foot to follow the steps of the person in front of him.

Teru Hoshikawa, who led the way, pulled his hood and listened to the sound in the headphones.

"You take him around a little bit, and I'll change my clothes in another minute." Tang Ze, who was speeding up, said a little panting.

Well, it seems that being discovered by Amuro brought great frustration to Tang Ze, and he suddenly began to hide his multiple identities very seriously.

Forget it, it's not him who is tired and tired in exchange for it anyway.

Hoshikawa suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, followed the direction indicated by Noah, and began to walk.

So two minutes later, Conan, who was taken by Hoshikawa Hui to walk between the buildings, went upstairs and downstairs, and turned a little dizzy, and finally saw the familiar white-haired back.

"Yo, long time no see, little detective." Sitting at the table with his chin propped up, Tang Ze, who was watching the people coming and going outside the window, turned his head and raised his hand towards Conan, "The space here is a little strange, it's better for you not to run around from the crowd." ”

"Strange space?" Conan stood beside him and asked rhetorically, glancing at the few people at the table.

It was a booth at a drink shop, and Teru Hoshikawa led him straight through the back door to the table.

It's a sunny afternoon, and I don't know where Joker looked, but it's like a visual blind spot, half of which is hidden in the shadows.

On the edge of the table in the square, there was a person sitting on one side, and Hoshikawa Teru, who had brought him over, walked over without saying a word and sat down on the last empty chair.

In addition to Teru Hoshikawa and Amamiya Ten, who he had seen, there was also a man with long hair, wearing a gray-black trench coat, who was holding a pen and scribbling on the white paper in front of him.

The four people, including Hoshikawa Hui who had just brought him over, were all dressed in gray, white and black, wearing sunglasses, pulling their hoods, their faces were hidden, and they couldn't see their specific appearances, and when they sat there silently, there was an indescribable momentum.

Standing in front of them, Conan, who inexplicably felt a sense of oppression: "......"

Suddenly, there was a real feeling that the Monster Thieves were an underground organization.

"yes, the space isn't quite right." Eyes moved away from Conan's face who was stunned, Tang Ze quickly glanced at his teammates who were all holding back a smile, relying on his strong expression management ability, he managed to maintain the aura of the Riddler, and continued, "Once you leave the crowded area, it is easy to get lost." You'd better draw your own topographic map, kids. ”

Damn, this group of guys is relying on the presence of outsiders, and they are blatantly laughing at him.

Isn't it because of the loss of a wave of horses, and I want to do a good job of covering up the vest seriously, what's so funny!

(End of chapter)