Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

After dinner, the president of Damen and his eldest son went to the study to discuss matters, and Hojo Chuho took everyone to the next living room to drink tea.

Instead of sitting on the sofa to rest like Uncle Maori, Gao Cheng walked to the window curiously and opened the curtains to look at the snowy scenery outside.

The snow in the yard accumulates more and more, the scattered cedars, the small pool surrounded by white snow, and the wing room on the other side are extraordinarily elegant.

"How is it?" Hojo Chuho smiled with tea and drinks, "I don't know if dinner will suit your appetite..."

"It's delicious," Xiao Lan nodded repeatedly, "especially rice."

"Really? Because we still use the stove to cook rice every day," Hojo Hatsue said with a gentle smile, put down his tea and took out a pen and paper, "Mr. Mori, can you help me sign a name? Actually? I have also admired you for a long time."

"Huh?" Uncle Maori was stunned, and said in surprise, "Is that so? No problem! This is my honor!"

"I really trouble you."

"Where," the uncle took the pen and paper like a treasure, his face was full of red light, "Excellent..."

"..."

Conan followed Gao Cheng to watch the snow scene, then turned around and looked at the uncle who was earnestly signing the autograph.

"It's nice to have a simple mind and no worries..."

"Hey," Gao Cheng said, "Since just now, you have figured out the structure of this house. What do you want to do?"

"Don't you feel it?" Conan said in a low voice, "Don't you think this family is weird? The faces of the couple have changed just now..."

Gao Cheng is accustomed to saying: "Whether it's not like this in large households, once it comes to family property or something, the brothers will not kiss him."

"Miss Hatsuho," Uncle Maori signed the name, and looked at the other signature papers in Hojo Hatsho's hand, "Do you want to sign that one too?"

Hojo Hatsue smiled and said, "No, this was signed for Ryoro and Detective Jodo."

"And me?" Damen Lianglang said in a daze.

"Yes," Hojo Hatsuo said with a sweet smile, "I believe you will become a famous guitarist in the future."

"That's great."

Damen Lianglang took the paper and pen to sign.

"By the way, Miss Chusui, when did you come?"

"It didn't take long. I just came here to play after I left Tokyo. I wondered if I could try it." Hojo Hatsuho curled his crescent eyes. "Because the Daimon family is a family, they have to learn more than ordinary people. Much more."

"Really? Thanks to the presence of you in the family, I feel a lot more lively."

"Where, I'm just more optimistic."

"Brother Lianglang," Conan followed Gao Cheng to look at the snow scene. He turned around and noticed that Damen Lianglang was writing with his left hand, and asked curiously, "What kind of songs do you play?"

"I play Spanish music," Damen Lianglang signed the name, "Actually I am going to Spain next month..."

"Spain?"

"Why is this kind of report again?" From the study room next to the living room, the president of the gate suddenly yelled, "I have given you many opportunities, but it seems to be a waste of effort! It is impossible for me to take the position of the president. Let it be for you!"

"I think that Dad's approach is too tough... Except for me, who do you want to be the president?"

The president of Damen and his eldest son quarreled a lot, and the atmosphere in the living room became rigid.

Damen Lianglang silently put down his pen and paper and said, "Actually, my dad and eldest brother are just like raccoon dogs. The reason why I came home today is to make a clear conclusion with my dad..."

"Clearly ended?"

"My dad always hoped that I could work as a high-level supervisor in the gate industry, but all he thought about was money, and he didn't understand the feelings of others at all. I hate his arrogant style, and I will leave five years ago. Ran away from home."

Damen Lianglang looked melancholy.

"I went to Spain this time, I won't go back to Japan again before I break out, and maybe I won't see my dad again..."

"Liang Lang," the eldest daughter-in-law walked into the living room sarcastically, "What do you say before you go home after making a clear conclusion? I think you just want to take the door family as your own?"

"Young grandma?"

"Sister-in-law?"

Damen Lianglang frowned and said, "What are you talking nonsense? If this were the case, I wouldn't run away from home in the first place..."

"God knows," the sister-in-law sneered, "who knows if you came back only after you couldn't hang around outside?"

"What are you arguing about again?! I am upset when I see you and your wife!" The president of Damen walked out of the study with a gloomy expression, paused, and said to Uncle Maori, "Mr. Maori, I'm going to the wing, let me show you. Change your mood with something good."

"good stuff?"

On the side of the main house, everyone walked through the courtyard with umbrellas to a separate wing room.

"This is where I live. The main house is noisy every day. Only when I come back here can I really relax."

The president of the gate entered the entrance and turned on the lights. Uncle Maori put away the umbrella and walked into the room. He was immediately caught by a Japanese samurai armor enshrined in the hall.

Under the light, the armor sitting tightly looked like a real general.

"This armor is really oppressive!"

"Haha," the president of Damen happily said, "how? I didn't expect it? This armor of the skating show friend is my baby..."

Gao Cheng was the last one to enter the room and followed Xiao Ai to look at the armor. Before he realized what was going on, a figure of an armored warrior suddenly flashed in front of him, raising a knife and slashing.

"call out!"

After holding the umbrella in his hand, he first broke through the figure of the samurai like lightning, and when Gao Cheng recovered his senses, he found that Maori uncles looked over with a bewildered expression.

"You, what are you doing, kid from the townhouse?" Uncle Maori asked dumbfounded.

"Ah? Haha, it's nothing."

Gao Cheng put away the umbrella in embarrassment, and looked at the well-arranged armor in the room in confusion.

It's weird, are you hell?

It seems too sleepy today...

"Is this the armor mentioned in that festival?" Uncle Maori looked at the samurai armor with a profound sense of history, and remembered the previous requiem, "It turned out to be stored by you. It looks really scary..."

"Dad," Xiao Lan leaned closer and said strangely, "How come it feels a little different, there is a small crack in the chest protector..."

"Have it?"

"This is the curse of General Xiuyou!"

An old woman in a bathrobe suddenly walked out of the next bedroom, her face pale, her long gray hair tied together on her chest, if her eyes were still energetic and she could vaguely see the demeanor of her youth, she wouldn’t Too scary.

"This armor has long been cursed by General Xiuyou!" The old woman said hoarsely.

"Longzi?" Damen President said in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"The soul of General Xiuyou is still wandering in the world now~www.NovelMTL.com~ Anyone who sees his soul will die in the end," the old woman knelt down in front of the armor cautiously, holding a pair of white hands with her hands. Socks, "I hope that General Xiuyou won’t freeze his feet, please put on these white socks..."

The president of Damen said angrily: "Old lady! You are playing mystery again!"

"What are you talking about?" the old woman accused, "I only offered a pair of white socks on the anniversary of General Xiuyou every year to atone for the evil deeds I had done for you. You are disrespectful of you this evening! It's the 500th anniversary of General Xiuyou's death. Maybe something is about to happen, just wait and see."

"Guru." Gao Cheng swallowed, looked at the pious old woman who was crawling on the ground, and then looked at Xiao Lan, who was holding Conan tightly next to him in fear, his face was pumped with cold sweat.

Haha, shouldn't it?

How could there be ghosts in this world?

I must have read it wrong just now, Amitabha Amitabha...... 2k reading net