Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 340: The Past - Lianzhu-02 You can call me Kurosawa Jin
Hiroshima's reconstruction is proceeding at a furious pace, but some places are being treated differently.

After walking out of the restricted area, the silver-haired boy clearly felt that there were a lot more people on the road.

But in fact, there are quite a few people in the restricted area, but most of them are huddled in abandoned buildings. Unless they are extremely hungry, they will not come out easily.

However, people walking on the streets here are either wearing uniforms or high-necked windbreakers, and are in a hurry. Only occasionally can you see some ragged and thin homeless people sitting on the snow with newspapers spread out on the roadside.

"As expected, class is everywhere."

The silver-haired boy looked at the well-dressed people walking on the street and uttered a sigh that was inappropriate for someone of his age.

He hurried to a shop on the street and saw the notice on it, with helplessness on his face.

"We're moving farther and farther away..."

With a sigh, he continued running into the distance.

It has been almost ten years since the explosion, but people are still afraid of the "forbidden zone" that was once the center of the explosion... There is nothing that can be done about it.

'Forbidden Zone', no one would live there except homeless wanderers and orphans like him.

However, he felt that it would be more appropriate to call the place "Wanderers' Settlement" rather than "Forbidden Zone".

The silver-haired boy ran across two more streets and came to a more lively area. He ignored other pedestrians and shops, and only had eyes for a familiar sign not far away.

He adjusted his thin T-shirt and summer shorts to make himself look clearer, then slowed down and walked into the store leisurely.

This is a pharmacy, and it is a Chinese medicine pharmacy.

The pharmacy was a little deserted, but the owner was constantly sorting out shipments and moving herbs onto the table.

Seeing someone coming into the store, the store owner immediately stopped what he was doing, looked up, and was stunned for a moment when he found that the customer was a child, then he showed a warm smile:

"Young sir, you are here? What medicinal herbs do you need this time?"

The silver-haired boy whom she called 'Little Master' nodded calmly, "A few new disciples have joined us, and the master asked me to buy some medicine for baptism."

"So that's how it is." These somewhat mysterious words made the shop owner look serious. "Well, young sir, please feel free to choose."

In her opinion, the things required for this kind of "baptism ceremony" must not be disclosed to outsiders.

Sure enough, she saw the 'young gentleman' nodded happily: "Thank you for your understanding."

The shop owner immediately showed a happy expression.

It seems that her impression score in front of the 'young gentleman' has improved a lot.

The silver-haired boy stood in front of a pile of medicine cabinets and selected some herbs. He basically picked up common herbs and his hands were very fast. Even if the store owner wanted to see, he might not be able to tell clearly what herbs he picked up.

The silver-haired boy stopped grabbing half of the herbs and said a little embarrassedly, "Boss, I almost forgot... How is your father's illness?"

The shop owner said solemnly: "Thanks to the amulet you gave me last time, my father is in much better health now!"

"Ahem... that actually belonged to my master." The silver-haired boy coughed and took out a stone pendant from his trouser pocket and handed it to the shop owner. "My master told me that the amulet can only last for three weeks at most. Although it's not that long yet, I don't think I'll have a chance to go out later, so I thought I'd bring a new one with me when I buy medicine."

"Thank you, young sir!" Upon hearing that the 'amulet' could only last for three weeks and seeing the pendant handed over by the silver-haired boy, the shop owner was overjoyed and kept thanking him.

——This store was originally a medicine store opened by her father, but more than two weeks ago, her father was suddenly possessed by an evil spirit while watching the store and fell to the ground convulsing.

If it weren't for the silver-haired boy who came to their shop and gave her father a magical 'amulet', her father might have passed away.

The silver-haired boy accepted the other party's thanks calmly, selected the remaining herbs, and piled them into a small hill on the counter.

The shop owner looked surprised and asked: "You want to buy so much this time?"

"Well, for baptism, the amount used is relatively large, and all this can only be cooked into one pot." The silver-haired boy continued to talk nonsense in a serious manner - there was no master or disciple at all, only the 'amulet' he made casually, which could indeed ward off evil spirits.

Then, he counted with his fingers, "half a pound of roasted ginger and dried ginger, half a pound of red dates, one pound of astragalus, wolfberry..."

The piles of small bags in front of him made it impossible to tell that he was here to sell medicine. Instead, he looked like he was here to sell vegetables. "The total is about 73,000 yuan, right? Boss, can you calculate it again?"

The silver-haired boy made a rough calculation and decisively handed the accounting task to the shop owner, then took out a wallet that looked old and simple from his pocket.

Seeing that he was about to pay, the shop owner's face changed: "Hey! Young man, no, no, no!"

She held down the silver-haired boy's hand, stopping him from taking the money, her eyes full of sincerity:

"Young Master, you have helped my father so much. These are not expensive herbs. I will consider them as a gift to you..."

After saying that, the boss quickly packed the herbs on the table into different bags, totaling nearly twenty large bags.

The silver-haired boy pretended to be stunned, but his eyes were filled with joy as if his plan had succeeded. He nodded generously without any hesitation: "Thank you very much, boss."

After responding, he easily took the dozen or so large bags that the store owner handed to him one by one.

"Young man, can you carry it?" The boss was a little worried about the silver-haired boy who was completely submerged in the medicine bag.

"Don't worry, it's nothing, it's not heavy at all...it just blocks my view too much."

The silver-haired boy tried hard to give a thumbs up from a pile of medicine packets.

Then, he steadily carried a bunch of large and small bags, ready to return to the 'restricted area' to see the few new little patients he had found.

After the silver-haired boy left, the shop owner sat back in his seat, feeling like he had forgotten something again...

"Oh!"

She slapped her thigh fiercely, "I forgot to ask the young master's name again..."

I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to see the young gentleman again.

The shop owner suddenly felt melancholy.

It turns out that building relationships with people is a technical job, and she always fails at it... I hope the young gentleman will remember them in the future and visit them more often.

……

Forbidden zone settlement.

The silver-haired boy returned here, carrying a medicine bag that was twice as tall as himself, under the strange gazes of a bunch of passers-by.

He followed the path he had taken to go out and found the home of the children in the corner.

Putting down the bags on his body, he knocked on the closed door:

"Hey! Are you there? Hello? Is anyone there? Little Baibai, Little Pink, if you're here, please help me open the door. Don't worry, I don't eat people..."

Door:……

The room was quiet for a long time before the door was pushed open a crack.

The black-haired boy who had been very wary of him before still looked at him very cautiously: "What are you going to do?"

"To treat your illness."

The silver-haired boy didn't wait for the black-haired boy to react, he just forced the door open, causing the other boy to stagger.

Then, he handed the medicine package in without saying anything, "Here, help me carry these medicines in... Don't be polite, they are all yours, free, no money required."

The black-haired boy took the heavy medicine bag in a daze, almost losing his balance. He looked at the silver-haired boy with a scrutinizing look:
"who are you?"

"I?"

The silver-haired boy carried the remaining medicine bags into the house, and pulled the hair of the white-haired kid closest to him. He smiled and said, "I don't know who I am, but now... you can call me Kurosawa Jin."

(End of this chapter)