“Conan!” Ran Mouri frowned at Conan.
For a moment, she didn’t know whether to scold Conan for being rude first or comfort him about the possible bird droppings on his head…
“Conan seems to have been quite unlucky lately,” Yu Quan remarked.
“Yeah,” Ran Mouri nodded in agreement.
A couple of days ago, after returning from Yoko Okino’s place, Conan had accidentally tripped and fallen several times.
He even dropped his water glass while taking a sip, smashing it hard onto his own foot, leaving it swollen…
Thinking about that day, Ran Mouri hesitated, “Yu Quan, could it be because Conan rashly touched the soul of Fujie Akiyoshi?”
Ran Mouri swallowed, her gaze drifting to the hand Yu Quan used to grab the soul that day.
“It shouldn’t be,” Yu Quan stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“The soul of Fujie Akiyoshi has already achieved enlightenment, the impact should have disappeared by now. I think—,”
“Conan must have encountered something unfavorable recently. Maybe he’s being targeted by someone…,”
“Me!” Conan hastily took the tissue from Yoko Okino and wiped himself, glaring at Yu Quan.
It’s all just coincidence!
“Is… is there a way to solve it?” Ran Mouri pursed her lips and looked expectantly at Yu Quan.
Yu Quan wouldn’t have the audacity to prescribe a remedy after administering the bad luck charm himself.
Not that he wouldn’t want to make money, but he mainly wanted to see Conan suffer…
“Actually, I told Conan about this before. Conan’s constitution… is a bit special. Bad things tend to happen around him,”
“Like the murder cases he’s encountered before, accordingly, Conan himself can sometimes be unlucky, but it won’t be life-threatening.”
“As for the solution, perhaps he could go to a shrine and pray.”
Hmm… It would be best if those shrines were simply wiped off the map.
Thinking this way, Yu Quan added another bad luck charm to Conan.
“I see.” Ran Mouri nodded thoughtfully, already pondering the major shrines in Tokyo.
Conan didn’t know what to say. Originally—
Conan thought Yu Quan would try to trick Ran Mouri into buying a talisman, then swindle some money along the way.
He didn’t expect that Yu Quan would actually ask him to pray at a shrine. He had already taken his pants off, so to speak!
No, that’s not the point!
He had become a plague in Yu Quan’s words?
What did he mean by bad things always happening around him? It was all just coincidence!
“Ran-nee…,” Conan tugged at Ran Mouri’s sleeve, unconsciously wanting to say something.
Yu Quan suddenly spoke up, “I wonder if Ran-nee is interested in the medieval art museum?”
“When Mr. Maeda entrusted me with the case, he gave me several tickets. If Ran-nee is interested, you can take Conan and Kogoro-san to see it.”
Regarding the medieval art museum, Yu Quan was also well-informed. There were bound to be dead people there.
What Yu Quan wanted to do was bring the Grim Reaper with him, so that if the Grim Reaper was absent, the soul wouldn’t even be there…
“Is… is that okay?” Ran Mouri pursed her lips, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation.
If there are real ghosts, yikes, so scary!
But if Yu Quan is there, nothing should happen, right?
Thinking about the soul of Fujie Akiyoshi being held by Yu Quan, Ran Mouri felt inexplicably reassured.
“Okay! Thank you Yu Quan-nii, I really want to see if there are any souls at the art museum.” Conan readily took the museum tickets from Yu Quan’s hand, deliberately emphasizing the word “soul”.
Last time, Conan deliberately took a sample of Yu Quan’s talisman water and brought it back to Professor Agasa for testing. The result… nothing!
According to Professor Agasa’s analysis, the water sample was no different from ordinary water.
How could that be? He saw with his own eyes that Yu Quan melted the talisman into it!
This time, he would have to keep a close eye on Yu Quan to see what tricks he was up to!
Then—
As Conan took the tickets, his hand twisted accidentally…
It wasn’t a fracture, but it was painful. In that instant, cold sweat beaded on Conan’s forehead.
“Hiss—,” Conan sucked in a breath.
“Conan?” Ran Mouri’s gaze fell upon Conan.
“Ran-nee, I’m fine.” Conan took a deep breath and said nonchalantly, but inwardly he was gnashing his teeth.
“If that’s the case, let’s go after we finish lunch,” Yu Quan nodded slightly.
Looking at the tickets in Conan’s hand, Ran Mouri said a little awkwardly.
“Yu Quan, since you just moved in, why don’t you come to our place for lunch today? I’ll cook.”
“I’d be delighted.” Yu Quan nodded. He heard that Ran Mouri was a good cook.
Although he was wary of many Japanese foods, Ran Mouri’s skills were indeed exceptional.
The most important thing was, there was a comedic source of entertainment at the table.
For the entire lunch, Yu Quan and the others witnessed Conan choking on his water, gagging on his food, breaking his chopsticks, and dropping his bowl, experiencing all sorts of bad luck.
And Kogoro Mouri, because he was too busy complaining about Conan’s clumsiness, didn’t have the energy to make sarcastic remarks at Yu Quan, who was sitting with Yoko Okino.