Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

After the former residence of Yakumo Koizumi is the end point, the Songjiang Lake Water Museum Hotel. As soon as the middle-aged uncle Niu arrived on March 31, he said that he had made an appointment to discuss business with people, and everyone had to wait in the hotel lobby.

"Someone will lead the way later. You can wait here first and have some matcha and snacks prepared by the restaurant." The receptionist said.

"Okay, thank you."

Uncle Maori sat on the sofa in front of the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the beautiful scenery of Shidao Lake in the sunset.

"Looking at Shidao Lake from here, it's really good, haha."

"Yes," Xiao Lan stood up at the window intoxicatedly. "The restaurant is built by the lake. It's so beautiful!"

"I can see clam picking tomorrow morning..."

Uncle Maori leaned back on the sofa and looked at the people in Lianjuhui: "When it comes to clam picking, Basho seems to have a poem, "When you see a clam, the shell is divided into two halves, and it is like the autumn that goes away," right?"

Reiko Ando smiled embarrassedly: "Mr. Mori, that's not a clam, it should be a "clam"..."

"Clam?"

"Yes, that line of poem is, "When you see a clam, the shell is divided into two halves, and it is like the autumn that goes away." And this is the verse that Basho chanted in Ogaki City, the end of Ogaki's Hosoda Way..."

"Yes, is it?" Uncle Maori blushed and scratched the back of his head. "It seems I made a mistake."

Gao Cheng sat beside him without saying a word, picked up a piece of pastry and ate it.

Things that don’t, he won’t show off like the uncle, just be a mascot honestly...

"The pastries here are pretty good."

"Of course," the pastry shop manager Yagizawa Qiao smiled, "Matsue and Kyoto Kanazawa are both famous for producing Japanese confectionery, and our Osaka is still a lot worse..."

"I will try it too."

Xiaolan and Conan followed and picked up the cakes on the coffee table.

"looks very tasty……"

"Don't forget to brush your teeth after eating," dentist Shiina Ryosuke reminded with a smile, "Eating sweets is bad for your teeth, especially if you eat sweets often..."

"cough."

Gao Cheng put down the pastry plate and turned his eyes to the other side. The Uncle Niu was still talking with a middle-aged man in a gray suit and briefcase. He could hear words like stocks from time to time.

"Isn't this the famous detective Kogoro Mouri?" The middle-aged man happened to see the bluffing Uncle Maori, came over in surprise, handed out his business card and smiled, "Hello, my name is Yongshou Nan, which is the Okayama branch of Nanghua Securities People, come over to discuss business with Mr. Niu this time..."

"What are you doing?" Niu followed with a calm face, and interrupted eagerly, "I should be able to go back now?"

"Uh," said the middle-aged man who was called the permanent birthday man embarrassed, "haha, that's right... Actually, I also like haiku very much. I will talk again when I have a chance. Then Mr. Mori, I wish you a good time."

"Humph!"

Niu pulled his face away and drove the man away, and immediately smiled: "Don't worry about that guy, Maori detective, let's have dinner together later, just to listen to the experiences of the two famous detectives."

Gao Cheng glanced at the uncle whose vanity was greatly satisfied, a little sad.

Every time I meet an uncle and a group of people, something will happen. It’s very scary. How can there be any leisure to enjoy the rare trip to Songjiang?

On the contrary, it was the uncle who was heartless, and didn't take his title of Plague God in his heart at all...

As for the kid Conan, insight has become instinct. No matter whether there is an incident or not, he is watching vigilantly and will not be affected at all.

Gao Cheng supported his forehead.

Really, after arriving in the world of Conan, it seems that no trip is easy...

This sick world.

When the sun went down in the evening, Shidao Lake was reflected in orange red. Gao Cheng followed Conan into the hotel hot spring and soaked comfortably in the small pool surrounded by stones.

While it was steaming, looking at the sunset glow on the horizon and the beautiful scenery of Shidao Lake, I felt nothing tired, and I just wanted to lie down by the pool and sleep for a while.

"It's so comfortable..."

"Yeah," Conan floated comfortably on the water with only one head exposed, and looked at Yagizawa, who had a verbal beard on the opposite side. "By the way, Uncle Yagizawa, what exactly is the sentence?"

"Well," Yagizawa looked at Gao Cheng, who was resting his eyes with a towel, "In fact, Detective Kioto was right. Simply put, it is a game of picking up sentences. It's like saying that Mr. Mori just said a sentence five to seven. The next person has to make a sentence of seven to seven, and then another sentence of five to seven to five. The first five to seven to five is called a sentence, and there is also a sentence in haiku. A description of the season will be added..."

Gao Cheng opened his eyes.

Isn’t it just like poems, they all have a fixed format, and even sentences are to make poems together...

"Then Uncle Yagizawa, what kind of sentence do you like?" Conan continued to ask.

"I prefer humorous sentences," Yagizawa looked at Shiina Ryosuke, who had just arrived at the hot spring. "Shiina, what do you like?"

"Me?" Shiina Ryosuke walked into the hot spring pool, "Well, I prefer sentimental sentences, like saying that the father loves his daughter..."

"Oh?" Uncle Maori stunned, "Mr. Shiina, do you have a daughter?"

"Yes," Shiina Ryosuke looked dim, "but my wife ran away from home with her."

"No, sorry..."

"It's nothing, I have to blame me for owing a debt outside."

Shiina Ryosuke did not mind with a cheerful smile.

"By the way, can you tell me later about the cases that you big detectives have solved?"

"It's okay," Uncle Maori didn't mean to refuse at all. On the contrary, it was like a chicken blood. "Speaking of the case, I remember..."

Gao Cheng turned his head silently.

There are only a few cases that the uncle has soberly resolved. Every time I talk to others, I always talk about those few cases. I can hear the calluses in my ears. I can't bear it...

Conan also hid aside, with a headache: "Kioto, you'll talk more about the case later."

"To be honest, I don't want to talk about anything," Gao Cheng's eyelids fell. "Don't worry, you will be drunk when you drink. No one will care about his nonsense..."

After soaking in the hot springs, everyone put on their bathrobes and went to the Japanese-style room next to them to have a meal. Uncle Maori drank before he even found the case.

"Come on, Mr. Maori, drink more."

"thank you."

"That's right," Shiina Ryosuke helped to pour a glass of wine and suddenly asked, "Do you have plans for tomorrow?"

"Plan..." Xiaolan paused and asked Conan, "Conan, have you ever heard of Yaegaki Shrine? I just heard Mr. Reiko say in the bathhouse. How about going to see it tomorrow?"

"But we are going to visit the Tiffany Garden Art Museum tomorrow morning, and then in the afternoon..."

"I remember there was a **** at Yaegaki Shrine who specializes in bringing red lines," Shiina Ryosuke said with a light smile~www.NovelMTL.com~ Many people went to Meikei Pond to ask about marriage. "

"In that case, let's go together too," Yagizawa suggested. "It seems that everyone here is single except Mr. Niu, right, Detective Jido?"

"Hmm."

Gao Cheng is not interested in the marriage of the gods and concentrates on solving the food in front of him.

"Xiao Lan is not single..."

"Really?" Ando Reiko smiled, "No wonder I feel that Xiaolan has a sweetheart, isn't it a city detective?"

"How, how come?!"

"No!" Xiaolan blushed and waved her hand, and Conan also followed him for a while, making Uncle Maori's face sinking.

"Why are you so nervous, boy?!"

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