Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

Chapter 280 Poisoning

The reason why Yuba Hongyi worked in Polo Cafe was simple. Besides being familiar with the environment, he met those two kids.

Conan and Haibara Ai.

The first time he saw them, Yuba Hongyi realized that these were the children he had to protect.

Especially Haibara Ai, her sister should be his girlfriend, and this is his girlfriend's sister.

A voice in his subconscious told him the reason.

So he sneaked into Kogoro Mori's house, entered Miyuki Hime's room and found the oil painting. When he saw Mitsuru Nagai in it, the connection in Hongichi Haneba's brain was complete.

"Sister...?" Yuba Hong touched the face of Nagai Hikaru in the portrait with one hand, looked into the deep blue eyes for a while, then smiled and put the quilt back in the cupboard and closed the door.

He felt that he gradually understood everything.

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"Mr. Nojima Ryoji? Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Karasuma Akimitsu." Karasuma Akimitsu shook hands with a white-haired old man. "It's like this. My teacher Uehara Kyuichi recommended me to come to you to look up some information."

"Professor Uehara?" Nojima nodded. "You look very young. Have you started preparing your thesis now?"

"No, I just looked up some translation evolutions between Chinese and Japanese so that I can make some corrections to the translation." Karasuma Akimitsu explained with a smile, "I'm just a freshman."

"...Young people are formidable." Nojima looked at Hanako Hashira behind him, "Is this your senior? Or?"

"He is my friend Hashira Hanaba, who came with me. He is also very interested in Mr. Nojima's book collection."

"I see." Nojima didn't care too much. He smiled and turned around to lead the two into the mansion in front of them. "I do have a complete range of tools and reference books here. Every few years, a professor from the University of Tokyo will recommend his outstanding students to come here to do their own research. Of course, finding the books you need by yourself is also a skill that needs to be practiced."

"Thank you, Mr. Nojima. I may have to come to your house for a while. I heard that Mr. Nojima is holding a writing class, right? I will pay the gift money according to the tuition fee."

"Professor Uehara told you about the writing classroom, right? Then he missed one thing. Students from the University of Tokyo can come here to look up information for free. All they have to do is mention the source of the book in their final paper or other work." Nojima laughed a few times and stepped into the mansion.

There were bookshelves on all four sides of the wide hall. Karasuma Akimitsu was surprised. At a glance, the scale of this collection of books had surpassed the collection of Kudo's study.

"Over there are the students taking the writing class today." Nojima pointed towards the middle of the hall.

The children sitting at a table in a circle looked up in surprise and said in unison: "Karasuma-nii-nii?"

"Ah! It's you guys?" Karasuma Akimitsu looked at the young detectives and waved, "Good afternoon, you guys are here for writing class at such a young age? You're working so hard in the second grade?"

"You guys?" Nojima was surprised.

"They are kids I know. They are all very smart. They have even been on TV news." Karasuma Akimitsu said with a smile.

"Really?" Nojima showed a proud look on his face. "Our writing class also has a threshold. Not just anyone can get in. These kids also need to continue to study hard."

Conan muttered quietly, "No, we're just here for a free trial class."

Huihara Ai jumped off the chair, ran to Karasuma Akimitsu, and held his hand: "Brother Karasuma, are you here for the writing class too?"

"Ah, I'm here to look up some information. I need to find the translation of some ancient books." Karasuma Akimitsu said with a smile while holding Haibara Ai's hand.

Nojima tapped the floor with his cane in his hand: "Since you two know each other, I will take you to see my collection again."

Karasuma Akimitsu looked up and looked around the bookshelves: "Ah, isn't it here?"

"Of course, the precious books are all kept in the basement. That's where the most complete information is." Nojima looked at the man who had just given a lecture to the Junior Detective Team, "You should also work hard to write works quickly. Look, more and more young people are entering this circle. If you don't produce works, you will be surpassed by these young people."

Karasuma Akimitsu said embarrassedly: "Mr. Nojima, I didn't do any original writing, I just translated it."

"Translation requires a lot of literary quality. Come on, I'll take you to see my books."

Entering the basement, Karasuma Akimitsu was still surprised by the neatly arranged bookshelves and the large hardcover books that filled them all.

In fact, there are quite a few books in Karasuma Manor, but apart from the hardcover books for decoration, most of the others are art books, and the literature and history books are not very complete.

However, due to the huge size of Karasuma Manor, there is no special constant temperature and humidity controlled air conditioner installed in the library, only ordinary central air conditioning is used throughout the manor.

"Really... an amazing collection." Karasuma Akimitsu exclaimed.

"There are translated reference books from all over the world. You can take your time to search." Nojima said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and saw Yuanta took out a large green book. Nojima reminded loudly, "Be careful, the book in your hand is worth six million."

Yuantai trembled a little and carefully put the book back on the bookshelf.

Nojima nodded: "Since you are here, I will select suitable books for you to read."

Then he found a book for each of the six members of the Junior Detective Team and a lady in a purple dress who was reading with them, and placed it on the table in front of them: "Okay, finish reading them, and you are not allowed to leave this room until you finish."

Several children uttered an "eh" together.

Karasuma Akimitsu smiled and began to look for some ancient Chinese translations. Just like Nojima said, he did have quite a few precious books, and they were all first editions.

The room fell silent, leaving only the rustling sound of flipping pages. Hakari Ueba stood beside Karasuma Akimitsu and picked up a book, flipping through it aimlessly.

"It's really interesting. Not only is translation closely related to the times, gender and the author's place of birth also have a great impact." Karasuma Akimitsu chuckled and took pictures of a few pages of the book in his hand with his mobile phone.

"Everyone always has their own opinions. These have an impact on the direction of translation, right?" Yuba Bai nodded with a smile. "There are actually quite a few German and French data collections here. No wonder your teacher recommended this gentleman's study."

"Yeah, but my English is terrible, and I have no interest in German, French, etc." Karasuma Akimitsu shrugged, closed the book in his hand, and put it carefully on the bookshelf.

"This book is placed upside down?" Haku Haneba asked in confusion as he looked at the book that Karasuma Akimitsu put on the bookshelf.

"This one?" Karasuma Akimitsu pointed at the blue-covered book between the two books. "It seems to be in German." He reached out to take it out and rearrange it.

"Ah!" Karasuma Akimitsu cried out softly.

"what happened?"

"It's scratched." Karasuma Akimitsu raised his finger depressedly and showed the wound on his index finger to Hakuhachi, "It just touched that book..."

Haku Yuba pulled Karasuma Akimitsu's hand over and looked at it: "It's okay, maybe it was scratched by the paper?" After saying that, he lowered his head, put Karasuma Akimitsu's fingers in his mouth, and licked them gently to remove the blood beads on them.

Feeling his fingers being licked by the tongue, Karasuma Akiko blushed unconsciously: "Okay, Shiro..." He pulled his hand back and turned his head to look at the German book that scratched him. Karasuma Akiko awkwardly changed the subject, "This is the first time I was scratched by a book and bled. In the past, the sharpest paper could only leave a white mark."

However, Haku Haba's face suddenly turned pale. He covered his throat and coughed violently twice, then fell to the ground in front of Karasuma Akimitsu's shocked expression.

The movement here finally attracted people's attention. Karasuma Akimitsu squatted down and nervously lifted up the upper body of Habashiro. Conan was the first to run over. He looked at Habashiro's dark blue lips and asked in surprise: "Poisoned? What did he eat?"

Karasuma Mingguang was confused for a moment, then he raised his index finger: "My finger was scratched."

"...your blood?" Conan was shocked.

"There can't be anything wrong with my blood! I've even given you a blood transfusion." Karasuma Akimitsu hurriedly took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Are you calling 120?" asked Himimiyuki who ran over.

"No need for 120, a private doctor, Shiro's health needs to be treated with him." Karasuma Akimitsu finished explaining, and the other end finally answered the call, "Armagnac, prepare the biological warehouse, Bourbon is poisoned, I will bring him over in half an hour."

After quickly hanging up the phone, Karasuma Akimitsu took out a needle from his kimono sleeve and injected it into Haba Haku's neck.

"Conan, the book that just scratched me is the blue German book. I also touched three other books before: Ancient Chinese Dictionary, Chinese-Japanese Dictionary, and Interpretation of Ancient Chinese. This should be poisoning. I'll leave the rest of the investigation to you."

After saying that, Karasuma Akimitsu picked up the completely unconscious Haku Haba and left in the shocked eyes of the people around him.

"What...what happened?" Nojima who rushed over was at a loss.

Omura, who was teaching a writing class nearby, came over and asked, "Are books poisonous?" As he said that, he was about to touch the books on the shelf.

"Don't move!" Conan shouted, "Don't move, Huibara, call the police, Mr. Omura, please stay away from this bookshelf."

"But……"

"No buts. Please stay away from this bookshelf. We need to know which book is poisoned." Conan looked at the writing teacher sternly.

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"This poison is really strange. It's okay if it pricks your hand and causes bleeding. But if you eat it, you will be poisoned. And the dose is so small." Armagnac was completely bewildered as he looked at the test analysis in his hand.

Karasuma Akimitsu looked at Hashira Haba sleeping in the biological chamber and asked, "Is he okay?"

Armagnac shrugged, "Originally, the time to change bodies was next month, but it looks like we can do it this month."

"Has the new body grown well?"

"No, there are still nearly two weeks left. But your emergency injection can buy him a week. For an ordinary person, this poison would only require gastric lavage and bed rest for more than a week to heal. But Bourbon's body is already entering a stage of stagnation of cell division, and his blood and internal organs no longer have the ability to clear the toxins. He can only have a new body." Armagnac put away the data report in his hand.

“…That’s still a week away…” Karasuma Akimitsu frowned.

"Rye will be back for a checkup next week," Armagnac said with a smile, "He has type O blood, and I wanted to check it out before. His cell renewal data is very healthy, so I have always wanted to know what effect his blood has when it enters other people's bodies."

"Do you still want to conduct this kind of clinical human experiment?" Karasuma Akimitsu laughed.

Armagnac shrugged, "It's an experimental sample that was delivered to my door, isn't it?" He looked at Karasuma Akimitsu with a strange expression, "But Boss...why did he take the poison when your hand was scratched?"

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