Conan reborn as a detective

Chapter 394 What the hell?
After dinner, the president of the gate and the eldest son went to the study to discuss things, and Hojo Hatsune took everyone to the living room next to them for tea.

Gao Cheng did not sit on the sofa to rest like Uncle Mao Li, but walked to the window curiously, opened the curtains and looked at the snowy scenery outside.

There is more and more snow in the yard, the scattered cedar pine, the small pool surrounded by white snow, and the wing room on the other side are extraordinarily elegant.

"How's it going?" Hojo Hatsune said with a smile as he brought tea and drinks, "I don't know if dinner is to your liking..."

"It's delicious," Xiaolan nodded repeatedly, "especially the rice."

"Really? Because we still use the stove to cook every day here," Hojo Hatsuho smiled softly, put down the tea and took out a pen and paper and said, "Mr. Mori, can you please sign for me? Actually I have also admired you for a long time."

"Ah?" Uncle Mao Li was stunned for a moment, and said pleasantly, "Is that so? No problem! This is my honor!"

"It's really bothering you."

"Where," the uncle took the pen and paper as if they were treasures, his face flushed red, "That's great..."

"..."

Conan followed Gao Cheng to watch the snow scene, then turned his head and looked speechlessly at the uncle who signed seriously.

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

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

"Don't you feel it?" Conan lowered his voice, "Don't you think this family is weird? The expressions of the couple just now changed..."

Gao Cheng used to say: "It's not always like this for a big family. Once it comes to family property or something, brothers don't kiss each other."

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

Hatsue Hojo smiled and said, "No, this is for Yoshiro and Detective Kido."

"And me?" Damen Yoshiro asked in confusion.

"That's right," Hatsuho Hojo said with a sweet smile, "I believe you will become a famous guitarist in the future."

"It's really good."

Daimon Yoshiro took the pen and paper to sign.

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

"It didn't take long. I happened to come here to play after I left Tokyo, so I wondered if I could give it a try." Hatsuho Hojo bent his crescent eyes, "Because the Damon family is an aristocratic family, there are more things to learn than ordinary families. Much more."

"Really? Thanks to having you at home, it feels much more lively."

"No, I'm just more optimistic."

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

"I always play Spanish music," Daimon Yoshiro signed, "Actually, I'm going to Spain next month..."

"Spain?"

"Why is this kind of report again?" The president of the door suddenly scolded from the study next to the living room, "I have given you many opportunities, and it seems that all my efforts are in vain! It is impossible for me to take the position of the president. Give it to you!"

"I think Dad's approach is too tough... Who do you want to be the president besides me?"

President Damen and his eldest son had a quarrel, and the atmosphere in the living room became tense.

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

"A clear conclusion?"

"My dad always wanted me to work as a high-level executive in the gate industry, but he only thought about money and didn't understand the feelings of others. I hated his arrogant style, so he left five years ago. ran away from home."

The door Liang Lang looked melancholy.

"This time in Spain, I won't go back to Japan until I get out of the way, maybe I'll never see my dad again..."

"Lianglang," the eldest daughter-in-law said sarcastically as she walked into the living room, "you only want to go home after a clear conclusion, I think you just want to take the gate as your own, right?"

"Young grandma?"

"Sister-in-law?"

Damen Lianglang frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? In this case, I wouldn't have left home in the first place..."

"God knows," the elder sister-in-law sneered, "who knows if it's because you can't hang out outside and come back?"

"What are you guys arguing about again?! I'm annoyed when I see you and your wife!" President Damen walked out of the study with a gloomy face, paused, and said kindly to Uncle Mao Li, "Mr. Mao Li, I'm going to the wing, let me show you Let’s change your mood with something nice.”

"good stuff?"

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

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

President Damon entered the entrance and turned on the light. Uncle Mori put away his umbrella and walked into the room. Immediately, he was attracted by a piece of Japanese samurai armor enshrined in the hall.

Under the light, the armor sitting upright looks like a real general.

"This armor is so oppressive!"

"Haha," the president of the gate said happily, "how is it? Didn't think of it? This armor of rushing Xiuyou is my treasure..."

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

"call out!"

After holding the umbrella in his hand, the hair first broke through the figure of the samurai like lightning, and when Gao Cheng came back to his senses, he found that Uncle Mao Li looked over in bewilderment.

"You, what are you doing, kid Kido?" Uncle Maori asked dumbfounded.

"Huh? Haha, it's nothing."

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

Odd, weird, hell?
It seems that today is too sleepy...

"Is this the armor mentioned in that festival?" Uncle Maori looked at the historically heavy samurai armor and thought of the previous Requiem Festival.

"Father," Xiao Lan leaned closer, and said strangely, "Why does it feel a little different, there is a small crack in the chest..."

"Have it?"

"This is General Xiuyou's curse!"

An old woman in a bathrobe suddenly came out of the bedroom next to her. Her face was pale, and her long gray hair was tied together on her chest. If it wasn't for her eyes and spirit, she could vaguely see her youthful demeanor. So scary.

"This armor has long been cursed by General Hidetomo!" the old woman said hoarsely.

"Longzi?" The door boss asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"The ghost of General Xiuyou is still lingering in the world. Anyone who sees his soul will die in the end." The old woman knelt down in front of the armor and offered a pair of white socks with both hands, "I hope Xiuyou will die in the end. General, don't freeze your feet, please put on these white socks..."

The head of the gate said angrily: "Old woman! You are making a fool of yourself again!"

"What are you talking about?" the old woman rebuked, "In order to atone for the evil deeds I did for you, I donated a pair of white socks every year on the anniversary of General Xiuyou's death. You are simply disrespectful! Tonight! It's the 500th anniversary of General Xiuyou's death, maybe something is about to happen, just wait and see."

"Gulu." Gao Cheng swallowed, looked at the pious old woman lying on the ground, and then at Xiaolan who hugged Conan tightly beside her in fear, her face couldn't help but a trace of cold sweat dripped down her face.

Haha, probably not, right?

How could there be ghosts in this world?
I must have read it wrong just now, Amitabha Amitabha...

(End of this chapter)