Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Oh no!"

Hojo Hatsuo ran towards the guest room in a panic.

"Master... Master, he seems to have something wrong!"

"what?"

Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori glanced at each other, ignoring a change of clothes, and rushed out of the room in their pajamas.

"What happened?"

"In the wing..." Hojo Hatsui choked, "Master died in the wing!"

"President Daemon?"

In the wing room, Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori walked into the house with a heavy expression after blocking the anxiously open door.

Mr. Damen President was lying in the open wing, a pool of blood shed on the ground, and he was completely dead...

It's really hard to guard against, don't you have to stare at it all day long without going to bed? Does it have to happen in front of two famous detectives?

If it is because of inheritance, you can wait for them to leave before committing the crime.

Or is it the kind of guy who wants to challenge a famous detective?

"The fatal wound was stabbed into the chest by a sharp blade, and he was killed on the spot..."

Gao Cheng glanced across the room quickly.

Scattered wine glasses and a brandy bottle were scattered on the floor next to it.

As for the murder weapon...

Gao Cheng looked towards the main hall where the armor was enshrined.

I don’t know where a samurai sword is on the shelf, and the samurai armor is also missing, including the white socks that the old lady worshipped yesterday...

Strange, I didn't see the footprints when I came here just now. Is it really a ghost?

Gao Cheng walked into the wing bedroom next to him.

There is nothing but a bed and a closet. The whole bedroom is clear at a glance, and there is no hiding place at all.

Pulling open the closet door, a white sheet fell out...

"Kioto!" Conan stepped his feet and looked out the window, "Come and see!"

"what's happenin?"

Gao Cheng tucked the sheets back into the closet, and then looked out the window, and noticed that there were a lot of too wide footprints extending from the side room to the back door of the main house kitchen.

"this is……"

"The footprints were blocked by the door just now, and there were artificial hills and bushes on the road, so I didn't see it," Conan thoughtfully, "Go straight to the back door of the main house."

"The biggest problem is only the footprints from the wing to the main house, but after the snow stopped yesterday, it should only be the president of the gate here..."

"It's General Xiuyou!" The old lady appeared behind them. "It must be General Xiuyou. I saw it yesterday. He walked over here wearing that armor. The person I saw was not dead. I thought that the curse actually fell on him..."

"Last night?" Gao Cheng asked, "Old lady, when did you see it yesterday?"

"It happened to be 12 o'clock when I was worshiping," the old lady said, "This must be the curse of General Xiuyou..."

"There can be no curse, this is a murder."

Gao Cheng glanced at the footprints in the snow, turned around and returned to the main house from the other side.

It will definitely not be a ghost at work, the murderer just used the legend here...

Go through the corridor to find the back door of the kitchen. There are still water stains on the floor, extending from the back door to the entrance of the audio-visual room.

Gao Cheng took the handkerchief and turned the handle, but failed to open the door, as if it had been locked from the inside.

"This is?" Uncle Maori rushed over and frowned when he saw the traces, "Why are the footprints here? This room is..."

"My husband is still inside!" the eldest wife said anxiously, "Yesterday Kazuki said he wanted to listen to music, and he was staying here for the night!"

"Mr. Kazuki?" Uncle Maori slapped the door and shouted, "Mr. Kazuki, are you inside? No, is there any other entrance?"

"No, no, this is the only door in the audio-visual room, which needs to be opened from the inside..."

"Just break in."

Gao Cheng found an axe, squeezed the uncle Maori and slashed it near the doorknob. After slashing a gap, he yanked the door open.

The room was a bit horribly quiet, and a **** samurai sword fell on the floor facing the door, and the thick samurai armor lay inside, and a strong **** smell came out.

Ko Sung walked to the armor and removed the mask, revealing Kazuki's painful face.

Has been killed.

The fatal wound is also a knife wound. The weapon should be the katana at the door. Yes, it's just...

Gao Cheng stood up and looked at the audio-visual room.

The soundproof door can only be locked from the inside, there is no gap. This is an absolute secret room. As for the side room, considering the footprints, it is also a secret room. He has just confirmed that there is no special mechanism to go to the wing without leaving footprints.

In other words, this is a continuous back room murder...

Then the most critical question.

If the young master is the murderer, why did he walk from the wing to the main house specially wearing armor?

There is also this murderous knife that fell at the door, too far away from the eldest master's body.

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng glanced over the bloodless tip of the katana, and looked at the dark corner of the wall at the door.

There were obviously blood stains on the soundproof wall, as well as traces of the tip of a knife.

"Well," Uncle Maori squatted beside the corpse, groaning, "regardless of whether this is a curse or not, those footprints did come here from the wing, which means that the chief gate was killed by an armored warrior...In short, Before the police arrive, please stay in the living room together."

Gao Cheng returned to the corpse, took the handkerchief and slightly uncovered his armor.

The corpse was not stained with the blood spurted by the old man, and the murderer really had someone else...

"I said," Uncle Maori walked to the door with his hands in, and when he saw Gao Cheng still examining the body, his face suddenly sank. "Cityman, the police are not here, don't touch the body, okay, do you have any common sense? Huh? Really, you young people just don't know the importance."

Gao Cheng ignored the uncle's nagging, walked out of the audio-visual room silently, and stopped when he passed the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Hojo Hatsui and Xiaolan helped make coffee together, and the strong coffee smell made Gao Cheng's spirit also mention it.

By the way, the murderer seems to be quite familiar with the door family, and there are no signs of overturning the wall around, which means that the murderer is someone in this house.

If you want to deal with the blood-splattered fierce clothes...

"Detective Kioto," Hojo Hatsui said with a sweet smile when he noticed Takasei, "I made coffee for you. Let's take a rest in the living room."

"Thank you."

Gao Cheng watched Hojo Chuho and Xiaolan bring coffee to the living room, paused, and walked into the kitchen to find the firewood stove.

There is still a little bit of temperature left in the stove, it seems to have been used in the morning, and there are still some unburned remains...

Gao Cheng reached out and took out a small piece of burnt white cloth.

It seems to be the material of those white socks...

Living room ~www.NovelMTL.com~ When Gao Cheng came over, the atmosphere was still a bit heavy. Damen Lianglang sat with his sister-in-law and the old lady, looking sad.

The murdered Daimon President and Daimon Kazuki are indeed not good people, but in any case, the death of their relatives is always a blow...

"What did the police say?"

"They said there was snow on the road and there was no way to come over for the time being."

Uncle Maori drank his coffee and said solemnly: "The only possibility is that after the eldest master killed the master in the wing room, he returned to the audiovisual room to commit suicide..."

"Impossible!" The eldest wife gritted her teeth, "Why did Kazuki do this?"

Conan interrupted and said: "Speaking of which, I heard you talk about the position of the president yesterday, and said that if the old man passes away, he will have a legacy, right, Brother Joto?"

"Is this true?" Uncle Maori stared at his eldest wife.