Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

After 10 o'clock in the evening, Fukajin Harumi went to the open-air hot spring with Uncle Maori, Gao Cheng stayed and packed up and went directly to the room to sleep.

　　Sometimes he also admires the uncle’s attitude towards life, he can look heartless at any time, but he can’t. If he doesn’t work hard, there is no Conan to help, and...

　　 Gao Cheng tiptoed into the paved floor and looked at the other side, who had already rested in advance.

　　 Xiao Ai is much stricter than Xiao Lan, and even has to manage sweets.

　　 Sweets are the best tonic for the detective, not to mention that he is also a master of kendo...

　　 Seeing the little sad sleeping in the snowy moonlight, Gao Cheng took out the hidden dessert from his arms.

　　 I heard that you can sleep better with some sweets.

　　 In the corridor of the hotel, the Maori uncle who was about to take a bath happened to meet Eri Akechi who came out of the lounge, and they were also holding bath towels.

　　 "Mr. Mori," Eri Akechi greeted, "Are you guys coming to bathe too?"

　　 "Eri-sensei soaked it?"

　　 "Well, I suddenly feel a bit cold..."

　　 "Oh oh," Uncle Maori said happily, "How about drinking two cups of cold together when we finish soaking?"

　　 "I'm sorry," Akechi Eri smiled regretfully, "I still have work to do."

　　 "That's it."

　　 Uncle Maori was a little disappointed. It's one thing that he couldn't ask for a gentle and moving wise Emily. The key is that there is no reason to continue drinking.

　　 I knew I shouldn’t bring Xiaolan here...

　　 There is also Conan this kid.

Uncle 　　 glared at Conan and walked through the lounge to the open-air hot spring in the valley below. There are not many people at this time, so you can enjoy it.

"Da da."

　　 As the voices and footsteps of a group of people drifted away, Eri Akechi, who was separated, turned to the ancestral hall in the middle of the snowy courtyard, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to return to the room holding the bath towel.

　　 It was an accident to meet two famous detectives, but the plan is impossible to stop, and from a short contact, there is no problem to continue, a confused old drunkard, a lo*ic*n who takes a break early...

　　……

"Ok?"

　　 Gao Cheng touched his nose, and suddenly felt a commotion outside.

　　 It was half past 11:30, and there was the sound of rapid footsteps in the corridor, as well as the shouts of Uncle Maori and others. It seemed that something major had happened.

　　 Gao Cheng put on his coat and wailed to the little who was also awakened: "I'll go out and have a look."

　　 "Asuka was killed by someone?!" Editor Bao Tian and several people were still talking about the matter in the social hall. They were stunned to watch Uncle Maori running towards the ancestral hall in the middle of the courtyard. Things seemed to be much more troublesome.

　　 "Anzai..."

　　 When Gao Cheng came from the room, the proprietress had already called the police station in the village. The crowd gathered at the entrance of the courtyard of the hall, looking at the ancestral hall with worry.

　　 There, Kogoro Mori has found the body of Anzai Ema.

　　 Gao Cheng followed and found that the faces of Uncle Maori and Conan who were looking at the corpse in the ancestral hall were a little dignified, because you could see the corpse of Anzai Ema lying on the long-sleeved kimono under the flashlight.

　　 Strangely, there are only footprints from the hall to the ancestral hall on the snow in the courtyard. Except for the footprints that Uncle Maori and Conan deliberately avoided, there should be Anzai Ema left in the middle.

　　 The old policeman from the police station quickly rushed to the hotel. Because the snow began to fall again, Uncle Maori had to ask the proprietress to take some towels to protect the footprints on the scene.

　　 "Excuse me," the old policeman saluted, "It's a great honor to see the famous detective Mr. Mori here. I am a police officer from the village police station. My name is Ogura. Please advise!"

　　 Uncle Maori asked calmly: "Have you notified the county police?"

　　 "I have already contacted them, but they said that the snow is too deep outside, I'm afraid they won't be able to come here until dawn..."

　　 "It's dawn, there's no way, everyone should go to the Japanese-style living room and wait," the uncle said in a deep voice, facing everyone, "I have some questions to ask you later."

The snow was heavy again. Before the uncle and the old policeman covered their footprints with towels, Gao Cheng silently checked with his hands in his hands. After a pause, he walked into the ancestral hall and looked at the large long-sleeved kimono with blood on his chest. Anxi Ema's corpse looked at the shoes in particular.

　　 As far as it seems, those shoe prints were indeed left by Anzai Ema herself. There was no murder weapon or trace of the murderer at the scene.

　　 The whole is a secret room enclosed by snow.

　　 Gao Cheng looked around, sketching the structure of the hotel in his mind.

　　 In a few low-pitched discussions, Editor Yasuda mentioned that the time for Anzai Ema to pass through the social hall to the ancestral hall was about 10:30. After that, no one passed through the hall until the uncle found it.

　　 The time of the assault was around 10:30 to 11:30. Judging from the condition of the body, it should be between 10:30 and 11:00 to be precise.

In the open-air hot spring, Gao Cheng walked down the valley from the leisure hall. The door of the female bath was removed and placed on the side. There was a sign "Private the room from 10 to 11" on it, and underneath was a kimono wearing a ghost mask. Sleeve prajna paper man.

　　 Shibasaki Asuka's body is still floating on the steaming water, with a bunch of gorgeous long-sleeved kimonos wrapped around him.

　　 The death of these two people is exactly like the legend of the local kimono sleeve god, or the murderer also has the intention of using the legend. On the corpse of Anzai Ema there is a kimono sleeve prajna paper figure.

　　Motivation...

Gao Cheng looked at the long sleeves of the kimono in the bath, and he suddenly remembered the college elder Sakurako Suzuka mentioned by Harumi Fukatsu. If Sakurako Suzuka who committed suicide was the **** of kimono sleeves, Shibusaki and Anzai are in the legend. Of the two village chief daughters.

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng squatted by the pool and found that something seemed to be missing from the bottom of the pool. He took off his clothes and went into the water to check. Although the corpse in the water was a bit oozing, he was somewhat immune to him. Unless the corpse can suddenly open its eyes or speak now...

　　 "I said the city boy," the uncle suddenly yelled into the bath, "what the **** are you doing? Now is not the time to sabotage the scene. You can't understand being a detective, right?"

　　 Gao Cheng was almost taken aback, took something out of the water and turned around and said, "I think this should be a murder weapon."

　　 There are two items in total, a knife used as a murder weapon, and an electric shock stick.

　　 Judging from the wounds of the corpse, Anzai and Shibasaki should have been killed by this murderous knife...

"It turns out that the murder weapon is here!" Uncle Maori's complexion condensed, "In this case, Miss Asuka was killed after Miss Anzai, that is, after 10:30, but Xiaolan and the others have been playing table tennis in the leisure hall ever since. , No one goes through there at all... Is there really a ghost?!"

　　 "Where did the ghost come from? It should be deliberately designed."

　　 Gao Cheng grabbed a blood-stained turban floating on the side of his long-sleeved kimono.

　　 is the one that Anzai Ema has been wrapping around her head...

　　 Gao Cheng frowned~www.NovelMTL.com~ From the current situation, the murderer first killed Anzai Ema in the ancestral hall, and then killed Shibasaki Asuka here, and then threw the murder weapon into the pool.

　　 The key is that no matter whether you enter or leave the open-air hot spring, you will definitely pass by the open-air bath, but as the uncle said, Xiaolan, who has been playing table tennis, did not see anyone passing by.

　　 There were also doubts on the snowy grounds in the courtyard. After 10:30, only Anxi rushed through the hall to the ancestral hall, and only Anxi's footprints were left on the snow.

　　 All clues point to the only possibility...

　　The murderer is an invisible ghost?

　　 Gao Cheng once again looked at the kimono sleeve prajna at the entrance of the bath, and the sign of the private room hanging on the door.

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