Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Lin Xiuyi's question was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Murakami Yui's heart, causing her body to stiffen visibly for a moment.

Yui Murakami didn't answer, but walked quickly towards the door, the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground much more rapid than before.

"Go back to class,"

Her voice was a few decibels lower than usual, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"By the way, don't tell anyone about this."

After saying that, Murakami Yui left the classroom without looking back.

Lin Xiuyi was somewhat absent-minded throughout the afternoon.

His gaze kept drifting to the window, watching the cherry blossom trees swaying in the wind on the playground, but his thoughts were wandering far away.

When he last visited Takeshita Matsufumi's house, he felt that the old man's words before he left were meaningful. Judging from his words, it seemed that he was planning to kill Ichikawa to avenge his daughter.

But Lin Xiuyi never expected that his homeroom teacher, Murakami Yui, would also have a relationship with Takeshita Matsufumi's daughter.

He recalled Murakami's unusual behavior earlier. Could it be that this old man and the young man were both thinking of avenging Takeshita Naoko?
Lin Xiuyi's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, her brows furrowed.

When the school bell rang in the afternoon, Lin Xiuyi packed her schoolbag as usual and prepared to go home.

As he walked out of the classroom, he saw Mr. Murakami standing alone at the end of the corridor, gazing absently in the direction of the principal's office.

Lin Xiuyi was hesitating whether to step forward. At that moment, Murakami Yui seemed to sense something and turned around.

The moment she saw Lin Xiuyi, a resolute glint flashed in her eyes; the student's figure seemed to have solidified her decision.

Murakami Yui pursed her lips, strode towards the director's office, and knocked on the door.

I knocked several times, but no one in the office responded.

Murakami Yui frowned, and just as she was about to knock on the door again, a female teacher passing by stopped.

"Are you looking for Director Takeshita? He went home around 3 PM."

Murakami Yui looked on in astonishment: "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Chief Takeshita actually left early?"

“I saw him walk out of the school with my own eyes,” the female teacher pushed up her glasses. “Speaking of which, Principal Takeshita has been acting strangely lately; I wonder if it’s because he’s getting old.”

She rambled on for a few moments about Takeshita Matsufumi's recent poor mental state, then turned and left.

Only Murakami Yui, frowning, and Hayashi Hideichi, deep in thought, remained.

"It's just going back early," Lin Xiuyi said, taking a few steps closer. "There shouldn't be anything strange about it, right?"

Yui Murakami shook her head, a strand of hair slipping from her hair and falling beside her cheek.
"Teacher Takeshita is not only strict with his students, but also very strict with himself."

"I've never seen him leave early in all these years. He must have something to do if he leaves so early today."

With that, Murakami Yui turned to leave.

Lin Xiuyi suddenly stood in front of the homeroom teacher.

His shadow stretched long in the setting sun, perfectly enveloping Murakami Yui's petite figure.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," Murakami Yui said impatiently, trying to walk around her.

Lin Xiuyi didn't move aside, but looked directly into Murakami Yui's eyes and asked, "Teacher, you and Naoko really know each other, right?"

He saw the teacher's pupils contract sharply when he heard the name.

Murakami Yui's brows furrowed even more, her lips pressed into a straight line: "This is none of your business, get out of the way!"

Lin Xiuyi remained unmoved and continued, "When I went to Director Zhuxia's house before, he said some strange things to me when I left... I think he might want to avenge his daughter."

"Are you sure?" Murakami Yui froze, the color draining from her face instantly.
"So, Mr. Takeshita left early today."

“Miss Naoko has been gone for over ten years. I can understand why you, Takeshita-sensei, want revenge, but you are still young, sir.”

Lin Xiu paused, looking at Murakami Yui's slightly trembling eyes.
"If you also want to avenge Miss Naoko, I hope you think it through. I'm not stopping you, I just don't want you to regret it."

Murakami Yui seemed to have her secret exposed by Hayashi Hideichi, and bit her lower lip in silence for a while.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, reflecting the glistening tears in her eyes.

Finally, she raised her head and glared angrily at Lin Xiuyi.
"Hmph, I don't need you to lecture me, you brat! Get lost! Don't block my way!"

Murakami Yui's voice trembled slightly; it was less out of anger and more out of bravado.

Lin Xiuyi did not insist this time and stepped aside to make way.

Watching Murakami Yui's retreating figure, he sighed softly.

He has done all he can. If Yui Murakami still insists, then there's nothing he can do.

Lin Xiuyi returned to the izakaya, while at the same time, Murakami Yui drove her light blue car to Takeshita Matsufumi's house in the shopping street.

As dusk fell, the old building appeared particularly gloomy.

Yui Murakami went up to the third floor, stood at the door, and knocked for a long time until her knuckles turned red, but there was still no response from inside.

Murakami Yui bit her lip, thinking that Takeshita Matsufumi was not home, and turned to go downstairs.

As she walked to her car, she glanced back at the window of Takeshita Matsufumi's house one last time, and clearly saw a figure flash past behind the curtain.

Is Takeshita-sensei home? Does he not want to see me?

Is what Lin Xiuyi said true?

Murakami Yui's heart suddenly raced.

She wanted to go upstairs again to ask Takeshita Matsufumi for clarification, but then she thought about how she had knocked on the door for so long without getting a response.

If Takeshita Matsufumi was determined not to see her, he definitely wouldn't have opened the door.

After thinking for a moment, Yui Murakami got into the car and drove to a nearby corner.

She then turned off the engine and kept staring in the direction of Takeshita Matsufumi's house, her fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel.

About twenty minutes later, perhaps confirming that Yui Murakami had left, Matsufumi Takeshita stepped downstairs.

He was wearing a dark gray coat and a hat, glanced around, and then walked away quickly.

Upon seeing this, Murakami Yui quickly drove off at a distance to try and find out where the old man was going.

At 6:30, the izakaya opened on time as usual.

However, the first guest to push open the door was someone no one expected—it was Takeshita Matsufumi.

"T-Teacher," Kogoro Mouri exclaimed in surprise, nearly dropping the tray in his hands.

His eyes widened, and his voice changed: "Why are you here?"

Takeshita Matsufumi gave Kogoro Mouri a cold glance, his gaze sweeping over Hayashi Shuichi and Eri Kisaki to the side.

"Isn't an izakaya just a place that opens its doors to welcome customers? Why can't I come here?"

"Are you alone or...?" Kogoro Mouri stammered. (End of Chapter)