Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

The Ijinkan Hotel is located at the top of the **** at the end of the town, behind the snow-capped mountains. It is quite famous in the surrounding area and serves as the stage for the reasoning activity "Mysterious Night" all year round.

This year's "Mysterious Night" has become a hit because of the participation of famous theater companies, and reasoning fans all over the country are paying attention.

Gao Cheng followed the garden into the magnificent hotel lobby, only when he opened the door he heard the crisp Christmas bell music.

Unlike the cold and lonely snow scene outside, the hotel is especially lively, and there are a lot of weird guys gathered everywhere.

Fortune-tellers, psychics...There are also a lot of guys dressed in Deerstalker hats and Sherlock Holmes.

The messy dress makes people almost think that they are at the masquerade scene.

"That's amazing," Yuanzi said in surprise. "That fat man is dressed up as Detective Poirot? Even Sherlock Holmes has several dresses!"

"Is this Halloween or Christmas..."

Gao Cheng muttered to himself, but it caused the laughter of a teenager next to him.

"Everyone is the guest of Mysterious Night tonight," the boy introduced himself to Gao Cheng in a black student uniform. "My name is Sakata Kojiro, a high school detective. You are also the reasoning fans of Mystery Night, right? Okay, I thought the participants this time were all uncles."

"Hello there."

Gao Cheng glanced, indeed, only a few of them in the hall were of the same age.

Those who will come all the way to participate in this reasoning activity at Christmas, of course, are mostly rich and leisurely uncles.

He and Yuanzi are special cases...

"I happened to be back to my hometown in Hokkaido, so I stopped by to participate in Mystery Night," Sakata Kojiro smiled at Gao Cheng's doubtful eyes. "You two are not locals, aren't you?"

"No, we are from Tokyo."

"It can be seen that although I have not been to Tokyo before studying abroad, many of my classmates are from Tokyo."

Sakata Kojiro is quite familiar. He seems to have seen something interesting while talking, patted Gao Cheng on the shoulder and left.

"Then, see you when the mystery play is on tonight."

"Strange guy..."

Gao Cheng shook his head and went to the front desk with Yuanzi.

There are still a lot of people who check in. They have been in line for a long time before their turn. Room 215 on the second floor is a double room.

"Is the third floor full?"

"Yes," the front desk staff nodded. "The third floor is occupied by the police and troupe staff. The only special room was reserved by the boy just now..."

"Policemen?"

Gao Cheng frowned slightly.

How come the police are here...

"Don't worry too much," the front desk staff explained with a smile, "no incidents happened, just check in as usual."

"Oh……"

Gao Cheng took the room key, Yu Guang looked at the hall stairs.

Two police officers in uniform are reporting something to a man with glasses.

It's the woman I met on the road before!

Gao Cheng looked at the man in surprise, and vaguely heard the name "Jingshi".

It seems that the status of a very ordinary man-in-law is not small.

"Hey," Yuanzi pulled up his sleeves, "it should be just the police who came to attend the Mysterious Night, Ah Cheng, don't think too much about it, why did the murder happen again by such a coincidence?"

Gao Cheng gathered his mind, his identity was destined to be more sensitive than others.

And being involved in a murder case is not a trifling matter. Maybe the murderer will stare at him and be life-threatening.

"Huh?" Gao Cheng suddenly reacted, "Are we two living in the same room?"

"There's no way," Yuanzi said slyly, "There are too many people staying in, but now this room still has a place because of my luck."

"Is it so popular?"

Gao Cheng still doesn't quite understand that the room rate these days is not cheap, plus the performance tickets are an expense, and there are also a lot of other expenses such as travel and meals...

"Of course," Yuanzi said proudly, "'Aplodi' is a popular theater company now. Their tickets are hard to find! And this is the first time they have participated in "Murdering Night". Do not you know?"

"I don't like watching troupe performances."

Gao Cheng thoughts back to a long time ago, the murder in an opera house on a small island.

That was probably the only stage show he had ever seen, and it was just a rehearsal...

"Here, this is Room 215," the waiter brought Gao Chengliang to find the room and reminded, "In order to prevent theft, the data of all rooms will be updated at 12 o'clock every night, so remember to go to the front desk after 12 o'clock. Change to a new room card."

"Ok."

The garden uses a room key to open the door. The room is not very big. The right hand side of the door is the bathroom and toilet. The left hand side is a desk cabinet with a TV. There are bedside tables and telephones beside the window. Then there is a double bed, a table and chairs. .

"Huh?" Yuanzi's face turned red, stunned, "There is only one bed... Doesn't a double room mean a twin room?"

"Look, it doesn't look like it is." Gao Cheng's heartbeat faintly accelerated.

Could it be that tonight...

...

Tokyo, racetrack.

As the horse racing galloped, the entire stadium was full of shouts, crowded with crowds of spectators, holding up the horse tickets hoarsely to cheer for the horses that they were optimistic about, and in the end all stood up, with hideous faces, wishing to run into the stadium to replace the horse racing.

There is a unique figure among this group of people, shouting harder than others, holding a special horse racing newspaper in his hand, staring at bloodshot eyes, with bruises on his neck, in this cold weather. Still sweating profusely.

"Go! Overtake them!"

"Hurry up!"

Conan covered his ears and shrank in the seat, reminding the gaffeful Kogoro Maori: "You can't hold any more in the next game, uncle! If you spend all your money, Sister Xiaolan will scold me!"

This dead old man couldn't save money at all. The commission fee he finally earned was often unable to withstand for a long time, and his support expenses had been spent by the old man a long time ago.

No, I just got paid to bet on horses.

Thinking of Xiaolan's advice, Conan sighed secretly.

"It's boring! I know!" Kogoro Mouri focused on the horse that he was betting on.

He still maintains the leading edge, and his vision is really good...

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"Come here! Keep going!"

Under Maori's excited gaze, the number 8 horse racing behind suddenly began to sprint, gradually surpassing the second, and finally overtaking the first to complete the counterattack.

"Huh? Isn't it? Come again!"

Maori put down his hands in a daze.

Every time he bet on the back horse, the leading horse would win, betting on the leading horse, and the back horse would win. How could there be such an evil thing?

"Okay, uncle," Conan said not surprisingly, "Let's go back."

"It's too early to go back now!" Maori said angrily. "Either squeeze all the remaining money in, or spend money to borrow alcohol to dissipate... You can choose one for me!"

"..."

Conan's eyelids sank.

This old man is really hopeless...

"Uncle, have you forgotten how you swear in Singapore? It's only a few days..."

"This...huh, of course I know."

Mouri Kogoro was a little discouraged.

He admits that he can't do it...

"Speaking of the town boy?" Maori asked strangely ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ When he passed by today, his office seemed to be closed. "

"Brother Joto went to Hokkaido. It seems to be attending a gathering of reasoning fans." Conan is not surprised, feeling that Gao Cheng is out temporarily to escape trouble.

"Went to the inference fan party in the winter?"

"I'm not quite sure, Sister Xiaolan said so."

Kogoro Mori couldn't ask anything from Conan, so he could only help himself.

Going to Hokkaido is a hot spring besides skiing. No, there may be beautiful ladies...

"Really, there is such a good thing that I don't tell us." Maori muttered.

If he went to Hokkaido, he would not lose money just now...

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