Hearse Drifting
"You're right," Jilan nodded in agreement. "After all, being misunderstood for no reason would make anyone angry."
"I knew you'd admit it." Xiaoyou's voice remained calm, but she couldn't hide the involuntary upward curve of her lips. "So, just accept my apology. Of course, you can also ask me for compensation. As long as it's within my power, I will definitely make it up to you."
"Of course, if you ever dare to have any evil thoughts about me, I will definitely tell Mom," Xiaoyou added.
"Isn't either of these two normal people?" Jilan rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. One was a mother who saw everyone as a monster, and the other was a reasonable daughter who insisted on making others admit her mother's mistakes so she could make amends. Indeed, choosing this store was a mistake.
Sitting on the hood of the car, Fujiwara Takumi saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking towards him and greeted them enthusiastically, "Jilan, I've been waiting for you for ages! When are we leaving?!"
"Now."
"That's what I was waiting for you to say!" Fujiwara jumped out of the car, and seeing Jilan's gloomy face, asked curiously, "Didn't you sleep well last night? You look terrible."
Jilan, carrying a handbag containing some daily necessities in one hand and holding Fran's hand in the other, waved her hand wearily. "Don't even mention it, I shouldn't have stayed at that shady inn."
"Well, although I don't know what you've been through, since you've said that, I won't ask." Fujiwara, true to his mature nature, immediately changed the subject, patted his car's front door, and proudly said, "What do you think of my car?"
Fujiwara's car is a white Toyota 86, a small sports car with a high cost-performance ratio, and the whole car is spotless. However, this series of cars was discontinued in 2077, which means that this car is at least a 22-year-old antique.
"This car should be fine, right?" Jilan's face twitched. "Although it looks quite clean, I hope it won't fall apart as soon as I sit in it. Just so you know, I won't be paying for anything if this car breaks down."
"What do you know about cars, you little kid?!" Fujiwara retorted, displeased. "So what if it's an older model? It's not like it's unusable. I get it serviced every year. You know, people still drive antique cars from the last century on the road these days!"
Although we are almost in the 22nd century, the world's focus has shifted to studying "Quirk," and there has been no significant improvement in the appearance and speed of cars. Even when compared with cars from the last century, there is no noticeable difference.
"Since you've said so, then I'll trust you, Uncle." Jilan put the handbag in the trunk.
"I'm an experienced driver, I won't crash easily!" Fujiwara Takumi said confidently.
A white sports car, like a white shooting star, swerved left and right, dodging the surrounding roadblocks, and sped through a narrow alley only two meters wide. Using a not-so-wide slope, it actually drifted in the air, overtook two minivans, and came to a steady stop in the parking space!
Fujiwara took his hands off the steering wheel, stopped the car, turned off the engine, and turned around with a grin, saying, "How about that? Two hours, thirty-eight minutes, and fifty-six seconds! That's more than twice as fast as the bus!"
However, instead of praise, he heard a livid Jilan Jiyu complaining, "Are you rushing to your next life? You have two passengers in your car! Don't you think about us?"
Fran, her seatbelt strapped to her waist, pressed tightly against the back seat, her eyes swirling like mosquito coils. "So dizzy."
Jilan Jiyu weren't in good shape either. He had to hold Fran's body down to prevent her from falling forward, while also using his Hamon ability to keep himself firmly in his seat so he wouldn't be thrown off. He didn't want to think about what had happened over the past two hours. As soon as he gripped the steering wheel, Fujiwara Takumi seemed to enter a state of perfect harmony with the car, flooring the accelerator and overtaking every car he saw. Although he would stop at traffic lights, he wouldn't even have time to catch his breath before he started drifting and accelerating again as soon as the light turned green.
Although Jilan called out to Fujiwara many times during this time, he seemed to have earplugs and ignored Jilan calls. Jilan considered forcibly stopping the car, but considering the high risk of a fatal accident at such a high speed, and for her own safety and Fran's, she abandoned the idea and could only watch helplessly as Fujiwara's eyes lit up whenever he saw a car ahead.
Hearing Jilan's complaint, Fujiwara scratched his head sheepishly. "Sorry, my Quirk is 'Hearse Unification,' which means that when I'm driving, my entire consciousness transfers to the car, so it's hard for me to hear your voice."
"Hearse Unification? That's more like hearse drifting!" Jilan said irritably. "Now I finally understand where your reputation as the Oumagadoki Mountain Driving God comes from. Who would dare to race you with your reckless driving style?"
Looking at the address Fujiwara gave me, I asked, "Let me double-check, are you sure the headmaster and the others are currently staying at this 'House of Sand'?"
Fujiwara patted him on the shoulder and assured him, "I can confirm that. After all, the zoo director has so many animals; he definitely can't stay in the city. There aren't many detached hotels like this near the sand dunes." He then added, still not giving up, "I know the way there. Want a ride?"
"Forget it, I'll never take a taxi like yours again!" Jilan said irritably. Although they were still three or four kilometers away from their destination, he no longer had the courage to take Fujiwara's unlicensed taxi.
Despite her constant complaints, Jilan still pulled out two Fukuzawa Yukichi from her wallet. "Consider this a tip."
"Thank you for your patronage!" Fujiwara smiled as he took the money. Watching Jilan open the trunk to get his luggage, he poked his head out of the car window. "Do you need me to pick you up on the way back? Second time, half price!"
Tottori Prefecture is known for only two things: first, it has the only open desert resource in Japan; second, it is the hometown of Tottori Prefecture Gosho Aoyama, the original author of "Detective Conan". It has become like Conan town, with Conan standees and related ornaments everywhere. There is even a Conan Museum in Tottori Prefecture. In the Tottori Airport terminal, you can see portraits and sculptures of famous characters such as Conan and Kuroba Kaito.
Incidentally, as of 2099, Detective Conan is still not finished—or rather, it could be said to be finished. The Conan series is divided into the Old Testament and the New Testament. In the final episode of the Old Testament, after Conan captures the boss of the Black Organization, the boss makes a desperate gamble by blowing up the weapon he has been developing for decades, which destroys the entire world!
This ending infuriated all readers, who felt betrayed by the author after years of waiting. However, before these readers could even plan a protest, the next week's new manga chapter began serializing a story from a parallel world where most people possess Quirk Conan!
Thus, Conan's showdown with countless super-powered criminals officially begins!
Yes, in this new series, Conan is still a perpetual elementary school student.
Though his body has shrunk, his mind remains the same. The all-knowing detective, there's only one truth!