The world of science is unscientific

The car was parked in a parking lot near the station.

Kyoto.

The weather was similar to when I came last time; it was a bit chilly.

It's probably been a year already.

Yusuke Suzuki thought to himself, then chuckled and shook his head.

Thinking about these things now is just asking for trouble.

However, I haven't felt any emotional fluctuations lately.

After getting into the taxi, Yusuke Suzuki gave the location of Sannoji Temple, then closed his eyes to rest, thinking about what excuse he could use to deceive Ai Haibara later.

In any case, he is unlikely to return to Tokyo before 2 p.m. today, so his absence from the statement taking place is inevitable.

Reclaiming the house was a surprise that Yusuke Suzuki had prepared for Ai Haibara. He felt it would be better to tell his wife after everything was settled.

Are they still going to use the excuse that EW Company is busy?

That's not a good idea, considering this excuse has been used so many times before.

Yusuke Suzuki turned his head, opened his eyes, looked out the car window, and suddenly understood.

Why can't it be used?

Previously, she had only used that to fool Conan and Kogoro Mouri; this was the first time she had used it on Ai Haibara.

that's it!

Yusuke Suzuki quickly took out his phone and edited a text message.

The content should be as concise and detailed as possible.

This would increase its credibility.

Ai Haibara didn't have the contact information for Shin Tamura and Masato Nishino, so she naturally didn't need to collude with them.

Plan passes.

The text message was sent, but no reply was received.

That's normal; it's still school time.

After putting his phone away, Yusuke Suzuki began to look forward to meeting the old monk again.

Sannoji Temple.

"You...you're not Mr. Mori's disciple!?"

Long Yuan, who was cleaning the temple, was very surprised and quickly put down his broom to greet him.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yusuke Suzuki nodded and smiled, exchanging pleasantries with the other party for a while.

Seeing that it was about time to get down to business, he pretended to glance into the main hall and asked, "Isn't Master Yuanhai here?"

“The abbot should be eating right now,” Long Yuan gestured for him to follow. “You probably haven’t eaten yet either, so please come with me.”

Chapter 387 The Old Monk Has Some Skill

Yusuke Suzuki didn't need Ryuuen to lead the way; he arrived at his destination in just a few turns.

The old monk was eating slowly and methodically, still with that kind and benevolent expression.

"Abbot, look who's here!"

Upon hearing Long Yuan's voice, Yuan Hai looked up, his squinted eyes opening slightly.

"So it is this benefactor."

"Greetings, Master."

Yusuke Suzuki bowed, but didn't speak directly; he started eating first.

Yuan Hai finished eating and left; I waited for him outside.

He and Long Yuan chatted and ate, quite at ease.

after an hour.

"Didn't Mr. Mori come along this time?"

"Yes, the teacher is very busy and can't get away."

Yusuke Suzuki smelled the sandalwood in the air and felt much calmer than before.

"May I ask the purpose of your visit this time...?"

"To be honest, I would like to ask the master to help me perform a ritual."

Yuan Hai paused for a moment, then nodded abruptly, "Okay, when?"

"Ideally today, tomorrow is fine too, but no later than..."

"Okay, let's do it today."

After interrupting Suzuki Yusuke, he muttered something to himself, then suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Suzuki Yusuke's face.

"Actually, I think you should stay here for a few more days."

Yusuke Suzuki smiled politely as usual, "Come again in a few days. I've been very busy lately, and maybe after I've dealt with these trivial matters, I won't need to come anymore."

“I hope so,” Yuan Hai said softly, clasping his hands together and nodding. “With the destruction of illusions, one can attain freedom. Benefactor, let’s go.”

"No rush, Master, you can rest a little longer. Traveling is quite tiring."

Yusuke Suzuki hadn't expected to be able to persuade the old monk so easily, and they agreed to set off for Tokyo at four o'clock in the afternoon.

He didn't have much money on him this time, so he didn't offer incense, but he will make up for it after the ritual is completed.

It has to be said that this old monk really has some skills; the previous invitation for him to come and sit for a while was not just an excuse to solicit customers.

Yuan Hai's words, "When illusions are shattered, one can attain freedom," now seem to him to be admonishing him to eliminate the idea of ​​"whether the world is real or not."

As for whether there are any other deeper meanings, he couldn't figure them out for the time being.

However, Buddhism is known for its witty exchanges, and Suzuki Yusuke certainly didn't dare to claim that his understanding was necessarily correct.

With nothing else to do, he decided to revisit the place.

Ai Haibara had already replied to his text message, saying it was okay.

Actually, Suzuki Yusuke felt a little uneasy about his wife's trust in him.

He has lied countless times.

Come to think of it, isn't a lie also a kind of delusion?

Standing at the entrance of Sanonji Temple, Yusuke Suzuki shook his head with a wry smile and walked away.

Sakura-ya.

This place is not open for business yet.

Yusuke Suzuki simply walked past the entrance and glanced at the Kamo River along the way.

The scenery during the day has a different feel than at night.

There weren't many people around. A few figures could be seen along the riverbank further away, but they seemed to be in a hurry.

Oh, right, today is a workday too.

It's supposed to be a busy time.

Yusuke Suzuki found a place to sit down and lit a cigarette.

I just stared blankly at the calm, slowly flowing water on the river.

"Xiaoling, doesn't that guy over there look a lot like Mr. Suzuki from before?"

Suddenly, a very soft voice came from not far behind him.

He recalled that it must be the geisha named Ichikayo, and the 'Korean' she mentioned must be Chiga Rin.

He had previously invited them to work at EW, but neither of them replied to him.

"Um... excuse me for bothering you."

At this moment, Chiga Rin slowly moved closer, bent down slightly, and tried to get a clear look at Suzuki Yusuke's face.

"It's been a long time, Miss Ling."

Yusuke Suzuki simply stood up and smiled, "And Ms. Kayo, it's been a long time."

"It's really you!"

Both women were somewhat surprised, saying, "We looked very similar when we first saw each other."

"Mr. Suzuki, are you here in Kyoto for sightseeing?"

Chiharu, dressed in a cherry blossom pink kimono, exudes a youthful charm without any makeup, yet she is also restrained by her own proper etiquette, making her all the more unique.

The woman standing next to her, Ichika Yo, was a bit older. Although she had a smile in her eyes, her aloofness was still undeniable.

"I happened to be staying in Kyoto for a while, so I came here to take a look around."

Upon hearing Suzuki Yusuke's words, Chiga Rin invited him inside to sit down.

He didn't want to go in, but he was also worried that the two women would think he was angry because he hadn't received a reply, so he was conflicted for a moment.

"Does Mr. Suzuki have any concerns?"

As soon as Ichika Yoshimi spoke, she realized her mistake and said apologetically with a smile, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Suzuki. Xiaoling and I were in the same situation before. We felt that we had let you down and hesitated about how to reply. In the end, nothing came of it."

“It’s alright,” Yusuke Suzuki shook his head. “It’s a two-way selection process. Sorry, I have to go back to Tokyo soon, so I’ll be leaving now.”

Watching his departing figure, the two women waited quietly for a moment before exchanging a glance and following behind him. However, when they reached the fork in the road, they left in another direction.

They were going out anyway.

Meanwhile, Suzuki Yusuke, who randomly chose a direction to leave, was pondering some sudden realizations that had just occurred to him.

He could say he had gained enlightenment, but he had no idea what he had actually gained; all that remained in his mind was a feeling that swirld around like gas.