My two-dimensional resident

After seeing Lin Tian leave, Conan felt a strange sense of joy.

But his joy was short-lived. The head chef standing in front of them suddenly looked pained. He pressed his hand to his heart, convulsed a few times, and collapsed to the ground.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle Kishimoto!"

The chef's sudden fall caused the three of them to show expressions of horror. Taking advantage of his small size, Conan stepped over the table and arrived at Chef Kishimoto's side.

He crouched down and carefully placed his small hand in front of Chef Kishimoto's nose. After finding that the other person was not breathing, he pressed his ear against the other person's chest to check if there was still a heartbeat.

"Damn it, why isn't there even a heartbeat?" Conan thought to himself, then quickly looked up at Ran and Sonoko.

"Conan, what's wrong with Uncle Kishimoto?" Sonoko asked with a look of fear in her eyes.

"No heartbeat, Sister Lan, call an ambulance quickly!"

After saying that, Conan, relying on his memory, began to perform CPR on Chef Kishimoto.

"Conan, let me do it!"

After Ran hung up the phone, she noticed that Conan's forehead was covered in sweat, so she went to his side with concern and began to perform CPR on Chef Kishimoto.

"Why isn't there any reaction at all?" Sonoko asked nervously, unable to get involved.

"Sister Xiaolan, look at the irregular cyanosis on his body, could he be poisoned?"

While Ran was performing CPR on Chef Kishimoto, Conan was also carefully observing the chef's body.

Suddenly, he noticed some irregular dark purple areas on the chef's exposed forearms, and a vague sense of unease crept into his heart.

"Poisoning? What do we do? The ambulance hasn't arrived yet. Uncle Kishimoto, is there any way to save him?"

After hearing Conan's words, Sonoko was so worried that she almost cried. Although Chef Kishimoto had only worked for their family for a few months, his character and culinary skills were recognized by his father.

Kishimoto was able to open this small shop thanks to his father's financial support.

"I don't know. If the man's heart doesn't start beating again, the ambulance won't be able to come."

Conan examined the body again and confirmed that Chef Kishimoto had indeed died from poisoning. His youthful face turned frosty.

"What kind of poison did they take? How could their heart stop beating so quickly? Could it be him?"

No! It's impossible for him to have a grudge against a chef.

He just praised the tempura as delicious and even made a dinner reservation with the older man... Who is he?

Just as Conan was pondering who had poisoned Chef Kishimoto, a young assistant came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of ingredients.

He screamed when he saw his boss fall to the ground, nearly dropping the plate he was holding.

"No, we should call the police."

Ran realized that performing CPR on Chef Kishimoto was no longer effective in getting his heart to beat, so she spoke to Conan and Sonoko.

"I'm going to call the police!"

Upon seeing this, the assistant quickly picked up the plate and ran towards the kitchen.

"Hmm? Ran-neechan, Sonoko-neechan, you two protect the scene, I'm going to check the kitchen."

Conan stared at the young assistant, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Among those present, he and Xiaolan Yuanzi had neither the motive nor the time to poison the chef.

Lin Tian, ​​this mysterious magician, would not use such a poisoning method to kill the head chef.

The only person who could poison the chef would be an employee of this restaurant.

After Conan followed his assistant into the kitchen, the shop door was pushed open again.

Ran and Sonoko both looked towards the door at the same time, their faces showing surprise.

"It's you?"

"Brother Lin Tian, ​​why are you back again?"

The person standing at the door was Lin Tian. However, this was only from an ordinary person's perspective.

In Lin Tian's field of vision, behind him were a ghostly messenger dressed in a black kimono and a soul that looked exactly like Chef Kishimoto.

"I suddenly remembered that three more people were coming over tonight, so I thought I'd come back and tell the shop owner if anything happened here."

"Uncle Kishimoto suddenly died of poisoning, and Conan and the others went to call the police."

Ran pointed to Kishimoto at her feet and said.

"Are you poisoned? Let me see."

Upon hearing this, Lin Tian frowned and walked to Xiao Lan's side. He glanced at Kishimoto's spirit beside him, and then nodded to the ghost.

Seeing this, the ghost waved its arm and forcibly pressed Kishimoto's soul into Kishimoto's body.

"He's not quite dead yet. Luckily, my family has been practicing medicine for generations, and we have a kind of antidote pill passed down from my ancestors. Perhaps it can save him."

As Lin Tian spoke, he took out a healing pill from his pocket. Under Xiao Lan and Sonoko's questioning gaze, he put the pill into Kishimoto's mouth and then used his spiritual power to push the pill into his stomach.

"Will this work? He has no heartbeat!" Sonoko asked doubtfully.

Don't worry. There won't be any problems.

Lin Tian sensed that Kishimoto's soul was beginning to slowly merge with his body, and the toxins in his body were gradually disappearing, so he stood up and responded.

"I have fulfilled your request. Please make sure to come to the Underworld."

After saying a sentence to Lin Tian, ​​the black-clad ghost messenger turned into black smoke and left.

"Ah! Uncle Kishimoto! How are you feeling now?"

Ran was somewhat skeptical of Lin Tian's supposedly miraculous medicine. Just as she was about to ask Lin Tian about the mechanism of the medicine, Sonoko quickly bent down to help the now-recovered Chef Kishimoto up and asked him with concern.

Lin Tian breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Chef Kishimoto, who had come back to life.

He sighed inwardly, thankful that he hadn't used his spatial ability to teleport back to the hotel, otherwise his sisters would have had no dinner.

After leaving the shop, he suddenly decided to walk back. But he hadn't taken more than a few steps when he saw Gaia from this world appear before him with the ghost messenger.

Gaia pointed at Lin Tian with her finger, and then disappeared.

Following Gaia's guidance, the ghost messenger approached Lin Tian and respectfully informed him of his purpose.

Upon hearing that this Apostle of Hell had asked him for help, Lin Tian immediately revealed his businessman's true colors.

But this ghost messenger was also a seasoned veteran, and he started bargaining with Lin Tian.

Just then, Chef Kishimoto's spirit floated out of the shop.

Upon seeing this, the ghost messenger immediately used the Soul-Gathering Ribbon to bind the spirit, thus conveniently helping a dead soul enter the Underworld.

When Lin Tian discovered that this was actually the chef who made his tempura, he immediately changed his terms. He agreed to go to the Underworld to help them if the ghost could bring Kishimoto back to life.

Upon hearing this, the ghost messenger initially wanted to refuse, since bringing the dead back to life was a serious violation of the rules.

But then I thought, the Underworld is about to be destroyed, so making an exception this once in a while is no big deal.

If this person, recognized by the supreme deity, can help them resolve this catastrophe that threatens to destroy the world.

I could resurrect ten, a hundred, let alone just one person.

"Sister Xiaolan, Sister Yuanzi, the police are on their way! Huh? How did Uncle come back to life? Lin Tian!"

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Conan, who had run out of the kitchen, looked at Kishimoto, who had come back to life, and Lin Tian, ​​who had reappeared in front of him, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Chapter 365 The Great Painter Binchotan and Kanao

"Brother Lin Tian, ​​I just happened to have something to discuss with Uncle Kishimoto. I used a magical pill to remove the toxins from Uncle Kishimoto's body."

"Conan, you should focus on your studies and stop playing these detective games all day."

As Yuanzi spoke, her adoring gaze remained fixed on Lin Tian.

"Is that so? He really is an annoying guy..."

Conan, mocked by Sonoko's comparison, pursed his lips and muttered something under his breath.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin Tian. If it weren't for you, I might be dead."

Upon regaining consciousness, Kishimoto had forgotten his memories of his soul state. He only remembered that he suddenly experienced intense pain in his body and lost consciousness before he could even cry for help.

"Hehe, it's no trouble at all. By the way, Mr. Kishimoto, could you order three more set meals tonight? I have three friends coming over too."

Lin Tian waved his hand and chuckled softly.

The fact that Kishimoto was able to be saved was merely a gesture of goodwill from the messengers of hell in this world.

Lin Tian's greatest wish is for Kishimoto to make tempura at night and make Binchotan and the others happy.

“Of course, no problem. You’ve saved my life. I’ll close the shop tonight and wait for you and your friends to arrive,” Chef Kishimoto replied with a bow.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you. I have to go now. Goodbye, Miss Ran, Miss Sonoko."

"Goodbye"

With Kishimoto's promise, Lin Tian nodded in satisfaction and prepared to leave. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Conan.

"Little Conan, I'm counting on you from now on. Hehe~"

After Lin Tian left, the store fell into a brief silence.

Xiaolan glanced at Yuanzi, who was still infatuated with the flower beside her, sighed inwardly, and then turned her gaze to Kishimoto.

"Head Chef, are you feeling unwell? Should we go to the hospital?"

"Thank you, Miss Xiaolan. I feel full of energy, like I'm 20 years younger."

While Ran and Kishimoto were chatting, Conan recalled Lin Tian's mysterious smile before he left.

He couldn't help but wonder, had Lin Tian already realized that the culprit who poisoned Kishimoto was still in the shop...?

"Charcoal, Kanae. Euphemia and the others will be back a little later. We'll go get tempura then, okay?"

Back in his hotel room, Lin Tian saw Binchotan and Kanao drawing with crayons in the living room. He walked over and, seeing that the two were drawing their own cartoon portraits, chuckled and asked them a question.

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