Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

The morning mist dispersed, and the first ray of sunlight came to the mountain village early in the morning amidst the sounds of birdsong.

In the tortoise-shaped room of the hotel, Gao Cheng was sleeping on the tatami mats, and when he woke up, his head was still aching.

I drank some wine last night, but I didn't expect that the stamina was quite strong, and I didn't even have a good head.

This is just sweet wine.

No wonder the drunkard, the uncle, usually makes a mess of reasoning.

"Well, Zhongtian will go back. I stayed in a mountain village on the side of Nagano for one night."

While washing, Gao Cheng called Xiao Ai back, and by the way, he also learned about Conan's situation.

The black organization still did not move further, but Yusaku Kudo suddenly came back, speculating that the code left in the Haneda case was not "Asaka is Rum", but "Karasuma Renya".

The organization boss may be the monopoly from half a century ago.

Then there was his first pot of gold, the twilight annex of the Karasuma family. Conan specially reminded him when he knew it.

He knew this speculation when he planned the twilight annex, and he was not too worried.

If Karasuma Renye is still alive, it is impossible not to care about the twilight annex, it should be something wrong.

Of course, Karasuma Renye is the boss, after all, it is just a guess.

The real scary thing about the Black Organization lies in its infiltration of the Japanese government, and the boss itself is not scary.

At least for him.

"Guest from Crane House?"

"Yes, I made an appointment to go back to Tokyo together today, but there was no response when I went to Crane House just now, so I wonder if something went out," Gao Cheng asked the hotel owner, "That lady should have visited yesterday. The person in charge of the Tokyo Department Store, right?"

"This," the innkeeper stubbornly said, "I don't know too much, but the guest checked out early in the morning, maybe he went back to Tokyo early."

"check out?"

Gao Cheng stared at the boss for a while.

"In this case, can I look at the register? I don't know her name yet..."

"This is difficult," said the boss. "That guest doesn't seem to be registered. I saw it after checking out."

"how come?"

Gao Cheng took the registration book and turned it to the end. He didn't see the registration of Crane House, but the boss snatched the registration book back when he had to look carefully.

"Guests haven't eaten breakfast yet? The store offers free breakfast today," the boss asked, "Do the guests need it?"

"Oh? Have a copy."

Gao Cheng thought and went back to the room.

After hurriedly checking the room just now, he noticed that there was a torn off page at the end of the register. Someone seemed to want to conceal the information of the guests of the Crane House.

"Slow use."

The boss left the breakfast room and left the room? Leave Gao Cheng to eat alone? But this would be Gao Cheng but he lost his appetite.

Silently walked to the window? You can still see the wine cellar not far from the entrance of the village below, and indeed did not see the woman's car again. The early villagers greeted and started to work on their own.

Did you really go back early?

The figure of the woman last night appeared in Gao Cheng's mind.

Although he is more jealous of him? But last night's agreement didn't seem to be a joke? The other party asked him to go back to Tokyo with him. Maybe there is something he needs the help of a detective.

Did it feel dangerous later?

From the perspective of a woman's performance, what secrets should be hidden, and it is normal to be afraid of being revealed by a detective? But it always feels strange.

And the performance of the hotel owner just now...

Outside the crane character room? Gao Cheng quietly found the door? Take out the wire and pry open the door.

Entering from the hallway? The apartment is similar to his turtle-character house? The house is very clean? There is no sign of anyone living in it.

But in Gao Cheng's view, it is even more strange.

No matter which hotel it is, there is no reason to clean up the rooms so early, let alone such remote mountain village rooms are not in short supply.

Close the door and walk into the room. Everything is like the scene before he stays in the tortoise-shaped room. There is no hair on the tatami.

"Crack."

Gao Cheng walked to the old-fashioned phone? He noticed that a corner of the card was faintly pressed underneath? After looking through it, he found that it was the business card he gave to the woman last night.

The person who cleaned up the room paid too much attention to the ground? On the contrary, he ignored it, and the business card was only exposed a little bit, so that it was not noticed.

Why is his business card placed in such a place?

Gao Cheng's expression was not very good and continued to check? Finally, he found the contact lens heater that had not been taken away at a dead end socket.

Oops, that woman is in a bad situation.

Thinking of all the possibilities, Gao Cheng couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Judging from the cover-up of the hotel owner, the woman may not have returned to Tokyo early, but something happened in this village.

...

"detective?"

At the village office, the scrawny old cadre looked surprised at the hotel owner who came over to inform him.

"Yes," the hotel owner said with sweat on his forehead. "It's not an ordinary detective. I just checked it. It is Tokyo's famous detective Takasaki Kioto. I heard that there is no case that can be stumped."

"No, it's okay," the old cadre also changed his complexion, and said with a strong composure, "I have been notified of what happened last night. Even the detectives can't find out anything. Everyone will not admit that there is Kaoriko Hibukibe... "

"But," the innkeeper said hesitantly, "I accidentally missed my mouth yesterday and said about the department store responsible person's visit."

This is really not to blame him, who knows that such a big thing happened in one night.

The village did not dare to let anyone know that Kaoro Hibashibe visited, and all traces were erased. The hotel at the hotel lied that the guests had checked out and left because Kaosu and Kaoruko seemed to have had contact.

"But he didn't know that the woman was Kaoriko Hibashibe. He just met once and agreed to go back to Tokyo together today."

"That's it."

The veteran cadre frowned into Sichuan, his face solemn.

"Don't panic, just say that you made a mistake. The bribery in the village must not be exposed. I will find a way to deal with other things. Even if you are a detective, you will leave if you can't find anyone."

"That's right," the hotel owner was relieved, "he is not a policeman, and this is not Tokyo, even a detective is useless."

"You go back first."

The veteran cadre waved away the hotel owner, continuing to consider where there were loopholes.

In the wine cellar at the entrance of the village, Mr. Village Chief's Hall and the old winemaker were drinking together, with a sullen face in front of them, but they could not hide their thoughts in front of old friends.

"It's all my responsibility," the village chief sighed, "that woman..."

"Excuse me," Gao Cheng asked when he found the wine cellar from outside, and asked, "This is the wine cellar?"

"What's the matter with you?" The village chief put down his wine glass and looked at Gao Cheng, his brows bounced secretly.

"Uh, I heard that Mr. Village Chief Hall might be here..."

"I am."

"Hello, hello~www.NovelMTL.com~ Gao Cheng walked closer, "Actually, it was because a woman disappeared after last night..."

"Didn't you leave the village?" The village chief's expression did not fluctuate. "There is nothing fun here. Many people just pass by and stay for one night."

"It is indeed possible, but..."

Gao Cheng glanced over the wine container and the wine cellar going inside.

"I heard that the person in charge of a Tokyo department store came here yesterday to inspect. It was the woman who lived in the Hinagata Hotel..."

"You probably got it wrong," the village chief turned around again, reluctant to communicate, "If no one came to investigate, how could someone like this country drink?"

"Last night," Gao Cheng paused, and continued to ask, "The village chief's house was lit up very late. Is there any party?"

"I was writing last night. There was no party," the village chief said decisively. "The guests should have nothing to look for me, right?"

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