Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

The booth was designed as a sunken structure, with the terracotta warriors standing on the central base, their 1.8-meter-tall bodies appearing exceptionally tall.

He was wearing a complete set of Qin Dynasty armor, with layers upon layers of armor plates, and subtle forging marks could still be seen on the edges.

He wore a bronze sword at his waist. Although the rope wrapped around the hilt had carbonized, it still maintained its neat pattern.

The facial features are lifelike, with high brow bones, sharp eyes, and slightly pursed lips, exuding an aura of authority and composure from years of battle.

Under the cool light, the earthenware body exudes a rustic texture, like a general who has been sleeping for two thousand years, just awakening from the long river of history.

"That's amazing..."

Lingzi opened her small mouth and subconsciously tightened her grip on Lin Xiuyi's hand.

"It looks exactly like the real person, but if the color wasn't tan, it would definitely be even more handsome."

She stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, and carefully examined the faces of the terracotta warriors, trying to find the differences between them and real people.

“This is no ordinary ‘doll,’ but a genuine national treasure.”

Eri Kisaki pushed up her glasses, her voice brimming with barely concealed excitement, and pointed to the terracotta warrior's head as she explained to everyone.
"It is said that the terracotta warriors were sculpted by Qin Dynasty artisans based on the appearances of Qin Shi Huang's soldiers. Therefore, the thousands of terracotta warriors unearthed today all have different appearances, hairstyles, and expressions, and no two are the same."

"Moreover, their official ranks and military branches can be distinguished by their armor and hairstyles."

Ikeba Shizuka pointed to the armor plates on the shoulders of the terracotta warriors and added,

"This arrangement of armor plates is the style of mid-level officers in the Qin Dynasty; the armor plates of ordinary soldiers would be sparser."

Yukiko, who usually argues with Eri Kisaki, was unusually quiet this time.

Lin Xiuyi's feelings were more complicated than others.

In his previous life, he had only seen the Terracotta Warriors in documentaries and online pictures, and never imagined that he could see the national treasures up close.

He stared at the armor of the terracotta warriors, his fingers unconsciously stroking it, as images of Qin Dynasty soldiers fighting on the battlefield floated into his mind.

Two thousand years have left their mark on this terracotta figurine; the scratches on the armor plates and the tiny cracks on the face are all testaments to history.

"In addition, it is said that when these terracotta warriors were first unearthed, they were actually painted terracotta warriors."

Eri's voice pulled Hideaki back to reality. She pointed to the reconstruction on the display board and said...
"Look at this picture. The terracotta warriors' faces are painted with rouge, their armor is black, and their clothes are red. The colors are very vibrant. However, because they were buried underground for more than two thousand years, the pigment layer was loosely bonded to the terracotta body. After being dug out and exposed to air, it oxidized and peeled off in less than ten minutes, turning into the current earthen yellow color."

"What a pity," Lingzi pouted. "It would be even more beautiful if we could see the colorful terracotta warriors."

Kogoro Mouri nodded in agreement: "It would be great if the colors of such a precious artifact could be preserved. But even a yellowish-brown color is impressive enough."

"Please hurry up, everyone! There are many other people waiting to visit!"

The sound of staff urging them on could be heard from the back of the exhibition hall.

Lin Xiuyi and the others were engrossed in discussing the Terracotta Warriors when they heard the urging voices and reluctantly prepared to leave.

Lingzi even tiptoed back for one last look, clearly still wanting more. "If there's a chance in the future, I'll take you to China to visit the Terracotta Army."

Lin Xiuyi ruffled his sister's hair and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a hurried figure darting out of the crowd.

He was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a black hoodie with the brim pulled low, and with a somewhat fanatical expression on his face.

Without the slightest hesitation, he strode across the half-meter-high barrier, his body leaping into the air, his right leg whistling as he kicked straight at the terracotta warrior on the display stand!
Although the Terracotta Army is made of terracotta and appears hard, its internal structure is actually loose, and after more than two thousand years of erosion, it has become extremely fragile.

If it is kicked with such force, it will inevitably fall off its base and shatter into pieces, thus destroying this world treasure that has crossed national borders to participate in the exhibition!
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present.

The tourists' gasps caught in their throats, and the staff turned pale as they reached out to stop them, but it was too late.

At this critical moment, Lin Xiuyi's body reacted before her brain.

His years of training in the police force in his previous life instilled in him an instinctive alertness and decisiveness when facing emergencies.

He exerted his strength almost instantly, his body leaping out like an arrow. His right hand precisely grabbed the young man's ankle, while his left hand gripped his knee tightly. Using the momentum, he twisted sharply, forcibly turning the man's body in a different direction. Then, he pounced hard, and the two of them crashed heavily onto the floor next to the exhibition stand.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud rang out, and the young man was thrown around, feeling dizzy and disoriented, but he still refused to give up.

He waved his fists, trying to struggle to his feet, while shouting wildly at the top of his lungs.

"This is the land of the Yamato people! This is the museum of the Yamato people! Why are you exhibiting foreign artifacts? Take them away! Take them away immediately!"

Although the surrounding tourists had already realized what was happening, they were all frightened by the man's madness and retreated, with no one daring to step forward to help.

Just as Lin Xiuyi was subduing the struggling man on her own, a familiar figure rushed over.

Kogoro Mouri rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the man's arm, and pinned him to the ground, asking in confusion,
"This exhibition hall isn't without artifacts from other countries, and I haven't seen you protesting against the others."

"Let me go! I'm standing up for the Yamato people!"

The young man was still struggling frantically, his face twisted with fanaticism.
"Those artifacts from other countries are spoils of war won with the blood of our ancestors! They have long belonged to us! But these terracotta warriors are not! They come from China, across the sea! The great Yamato people will one day continue what they did back then..."

"Shut up!"

Before he could finish his insane words, Lin Xiuyi could no longer contain her anger and punched the man hard in the face.

This punch was powerful and precisely interrupted the opponent's taunts.

The young man let out a soft "uh," but all his subsequent words were swallowed back down his throat, replaced by a painful groan.

Because his nose was hit head-on, a sharp pain and soreness spread instantly, and bright red blood gushed from his nostrils, quickly staining the lower half of his face and the ground beneath him, making him look quite horrifying.

Kogoro Mouri was stunned. He'd known Shuichi Hayashi for so many years, and this was the first time he'd seen him so angry… (End of Chapter)